The Rules

As you grow,and obey the rules. As you fight,and try not to fail. Remember that your ParentsTeachersDoctorsStore OwnersFriendsFamilyPreacherPolicemanFiremanMailmanMilkmanFarmerHomeless manPoliticianInsurance manBeauticianYour Spouse,and everyone. Are in it for the money;and you are just a customer. They will never set you free.Test it and see.

Sometimes

Sometimes,when the wind blows right,you can see between the sheer, and the solid. It is in between there,where you are in the presence of Love. That deep abiding joy,when everything is ok,and you know you are free.Despite what you see. That place in time,where you are eternal,and nothing in this momentcan intrude with its bullshit. ThereContinue reading “Sometimes”

My Plumber

My toilet sucked.It would not flush.I was like a caveman,with an outhouse. So, I called my plumber;he estimated thousands,to help me fit in,with all my neighbors. It was way too much,but he had a plan.He knew a Man,who handed out grants. He had a friend,who gladly loaned,me moneybacked by the Man. The plumbers bill,was paidContinue reading “My Plumber”

Just Go

Just go! Get away from this place that makes you sick and maybe you’ll find yourself. Travel to where you want to go, it’s there waiting for you. Your life is but a vapor and drifts away, while you slave for another. Just go! Seek God, Seek Spirit, Seek the touch of the Divine, andContinue reading “Just Go”

The Art Fair

Sun shiny day;free after lock down. White tents in rows,flags waving,smells lifting,and the music plays. The search begins; for that perfect piece. Tent by tent;a smile and a nod. “I like that.”“It’s beautiful.”“How much?” Move along;the hunt goes on,for that piece that speaks,and sings. That local art,that awakens,something within. That beauty,that demands to come home.Continue reading “The Art Fair”

The Good Times

In the good times;the rich oppress the poor.In the bad times;the poor get their revenge.And the bad times always come. Be afraid;be happy.Your time will come again;if you don’t die now. Will it be the Mob;with a guillotine?Or a trial;with a noose? There is a pattern;to what we call random.There is a path;we all fallContinue reading “The Good Times”

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