Meditation Poems

to you, my love, my dearest good morning, good morning siting here thinking of you how precious all of life is how quickly it changes how sacred it all is how sweet the moments how important that we recognize them as such experience them deeply good morning, my sweet

(Thanksgiving Day Poem) the air here in Colorado is crisp, bright and clean the glow of the sun is matched by a sense of gatherings of loved ones, family, friends the heart is being held dear and thanks is being given in the gestures of the day in anticipation of feasts and gratefulness for all

(the pledge of allegiance) (an alleged allegiance) a lot of different ways will open a can of oil a lot of different ways will open a mind yet don't tell (once open) a mind where to go or what to do no funnel no tunnel just set it on the (green pasture) fence and it will inevitably (purple mountain) see the truth all by itself

this metaphysical poem is here to give advice regardless of what is happening however difficult to understand just be sure to always take it the good funny way and be sure to never take it the bad unfunny way

(an anti-technology sentiment) it's time it's time for rebirth it's time for death it's time for the world to wave goodbye to the crushed bricks of metal ancient cars that only big bang two can take away it's time for a renaissance it's time for change for simplification where tools aren't needed to fix the tools that fix the machines that make the tools

fear is a scavenger hunt in and of the mind when we look we see desire and pain projected we tremble at the sight and all of action falls we create instead a fear we grow it with our minds we feed it with our eyes blindly looking for the thing that's not there and gnidnif it