PLAYFULLY (for my children)

What i write
i write for you
that you may know a love
that honestly reflects
the Truth of You

...there is a voice
deep inside
that whispers truths divine
when you hear it
you will smile with delight
relief
a warmth unknown
but true nonetheless
a secret so pure...
god pretending to be you

so of all of life's travails
take with but a sly smile
and a knowing wink
...just play along for awhile

BLOWIN IN THE WIND

How many roads must a man walk down
Before you call him a man
Yes, n how many seas must a white dove sail
Before she sleeps in the sand
Yes n how many times must the cannon balls fly
Before they're forever banned
The answer my friend, is blowin in the wind
The answer is blowin in the wind

How many times must a man look up
Before he can see the sky
Yes n how many ears must one man have
Before he can hear people cry
Yes n how many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died
The answer my friend, is blowin in the wind
The answer is blowin in the wind

The Immortal Bob Dylan

My anima brings me
True Substance
She dissolves obstructions

Treasure her gifts
holdfast to pristine heavenly virtue
(Innocence)
that which with we cannot do without
the indispensable condition

with each new-baby
a mommy is born
the mother archetype
sustains our culture, feeds it

is there anything as enduring
as momma

my anima came to visit, last night
bearing gifts
gifts that you cannot tie a ribbon around
gifts intangible but true
nonetheless
Peace...Joy...Security

no, it was more than that
she gave me the feeling
of being loved...

The New Land
where, rather than dominate
Nature
Man exercises true dominion
utilizing the forces of Nature
to manifest ever-more pleasing
forms of harmony and balance
A Landscape Architect extraordinaire!

The New Land
a true art form
the product of matter
governed by Spirit
where the lion does indeed
lie down with the sheep

The New Land
where man's sensibilities
are reflected in Nature
an abundance that lays to rest
striving, competing for material goods
for proper nourishment does not reside in matter
but in Spirit
as when Jesus fed the masses basket upon basket
of loaves and fishes
as when Jesus directed the disciples
to cast their nets on the right side

The New Land
a model of Spiritual production, nourishment

Imagine, el fuego y la palabra
A New Land

I wish the Earth well
I know she will prevail
the question, tho, is man
to what end will he come
when his time is over, done

there is a way out:
the union of the physical and spiritual
Man's original form
a spirit with physical manifestation

Man is part of the Earth
chosen to live in harmony with it
Perhaps, finally, a sustainable environment

Nature, Nurture, Nourish

in your deeper Self
your inmost Self
there is a warming
like a summer day
and there is knowing
it is a familiar, comfortable feeling
this, your Spiritual Home

FOREVER YOUNG

May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young

Bob Dylan

may the forces of light
find expression in my body

I Ching

Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children. This is not a way of life at all in any true sense. Under the clouds of war, it is humanity hanging on a cross of iron.

Dwight Eisenhower, 1953 speech

...killing under the cloak of war is nothing but an act of murder
Albert Einstein

16,000 children die per day
from starvation/malnutrition

let us call upon the body of Christ
in each of us
let us find and give bread

let us wage not war, but love:
Take, eat this is my body...

On the road to HEB
i see the disabled in wheelchairs
shivering elderly ladies struggling
against the bitter-cold wind
i, myself, must rest every block or two

who knows how many stay home-bound
and hunger, unable or unwilling
to make the Pilgrimage to HEB

pierce the veil of time
with the radiance of eternity

numinous--resonating with transcendent energy