You listen but do not hear
The song that fills the air
Your heart is numb with fear
To dance you do not dare
See the people running nowhere as the righteous stand strong
See the people stiff as statues as the righteous stroll along
Hear the inner voice
The silent inner voice
Make the right choice
In time you shall rejoice
Filed under Poetry
Frances Butler
Turns one hundred today
Frances from Burney
Lived her life in her own way
Kindness and beauty
Harmony and grace
Have blessed the life of Frances
And all her loved ones in this place
People all throughout the mountains
People all throughout the land
Let us come to celebrate
This special day for one so grand
Frances Oh Frances
With a heart so pure and true
Frances of Burney
Happy Birthday to you!
Filed under Songs
Many feel this winter’s been a bummer
Waiting for the warm winds of summer
But when the snows melt we will grow and thrive
Because Hope is alive!
Sometimes it helps to sing a song
Sometimes we need to write a poem
Because when we express the depths of our soul
It feels like we are going home
Sometimes it helps to have a friend
When troubles seem to have no end
It always helps to join in prayer
Because then God is there
And Hope is alive
We will survive
Where faith and love abide
Hope is alive!
Yes Hope is alive
We will grow and thrive
Because where faith and love abide
Hope is alive!
Filed under Poetry
I hope to see
in humanity
(and inside of me)
higher intelligence
a more profound heart
and a wiser will
dedicated to the realization of Good
through the unfolding process
of infinite creativity.
Each one of us
is meant to be
God in the flesh.
Filed under Poetry
A lonely man knelt down to pray
In the turmoil of the world
In the sadness of the day
A lonely man knelt down to pray
And words of hope sprang from his tongue
The words the ancient psalmist sung
And rose like incense to the heavenly hosts above
Who rolled a rainbow across the sky
And sent down waves of love
And the clouds grew a little bit whiter
And the sun shone a little bit brighter
And for all who strive for righteousness
The burden became a little bit lighter
Filed under Poetry
I pledge allegiance
To the Way
And to the Love, Freedom,
Creativity, and Abudance
That it provides
One Cosmos
With God as its Center and Circumference
E Pluribus Unum
With Compassion for All
Filed under Earth Medicine, Jesus, Love, Philosophy, Poetry, Religion
The Quest
So I asked history
“Do you have purpose?”
History divided consciousness from form
to reflect upon events swirling in a dance of love
And then replied,
“I am intelligent process
not predetermined
not random
influenced by the interaction of human and divine will.”
I
Learn many languages in order to enter the infinite sphere of no language
II
Learn many symbols in order to enter the unknown reservoir from which the symbols sprout
III
Learn many symbols in order to experience the infinite source of love and power
IV
Learn many symbols in order to embrace the Mother that nurtures all
V
Patiently concentrating the mind through time one passes through the portal to the Land That Knows No Time
Filed under Buddhism, Confusionism, Flawed Guru, Philosophy, Poetry, Psychology, Taoism
Hope is Alive! is an open mike series promoting suicide prevention. Numerous artists from different genres come together to share through their work how creativity helps people overcome struggle and despair. The theme on this occasion was “The Power of love.”
There were many wonderful poets, singers, and dancers. This was my small contribution: one short poem entitled “In this world of heart and mind,” and a song I wrote called “Rise and Shine.”
The video quality is not so great but I hope you can feel the spirit of the event.
Filed under Flawed Guru, Poetry, Songs
There’s a power in the atmosphere
That drives away the clouds for fear
They’ll melt, or burn, or disappear.
Electrostatic syncopation –
All my demons on vacation –
Prods me as I stroll along
To sing the world a freedom song.
Ah la la la la la la la!
Ah tis fine to feel so holy
Watch the world go roly poly
Twitching, switching, zinging, swinging
To the rhythm of my singing.
Tail-wagging dogs advancing,
Freckled, smiling children dancing,
Ants are breaking ranks and prancing,
Round and square and helter-skelter,
Moles emerging from their shelter,
Trees upon their trunks are beating,
Bees in unison repeating
In strange tongues my song of greeting.
Ah la la la la la la la!
Ah tis fine to feel so holy
Watch the world go roly poly
Twitching, switching, zinging, swinging
To the rhythm of my singing.
Filed under Poetry
The Flawed Guru 