Let us be like mathematicians,
subtracting away unnecessary divisions that keep us from truly living and working together for the betterment of all.
Let us endeavor to add love,
understanding,
and care to our own lives and the lives of others,
allowing kindness to multiply like the myriad stars in the sky and all the souls on Earth.
7-30-19
An ache,
Some sort of pain,
Not debilitating,
But nagging.
A phantom limb I'm not even aware I had.
A mystery of confusion and unease.
Darkness in the light of day.
It is something creeping up on me.
It is an uneasy sense of dread,
Or at least trepidation.
I don't know what or why.
Maybe I'll figure it out,
Or maybe I'll just learn to ignore it.
7-18-19
They who are ancient and wise and gone,
say (or said),
that the course and meaning of life,
the very Way,
cannot be explained.
It simply is.
It is going with the flow.
It is the finding of balance.
It is the connecting with,
and the becoming of,
the oneness all around.
Why fight it?
Maybe Pooh Bear,
or The Dude can be instructive here.
Upon the fickle tides of life's ocean,
they find themselves adrift,
cast about carelessly on rickety rafts,
unhurried,
unburdened,
and unconcerned about direction.
What purpose,
does expending energy,
upon the fruitless task of trying,
pointlessly,
to control the uncontrollable,
really achieve?
Better it is,
to follow the Tao of the willow,
bending,
and surrendering to the changing winds,
unbreakable.
7-11-19
