Gaia: A Feast for Hungry Spirits

Re: The Optimist Creed & DESIDERATA

http://sanmugan2006.gaia.com — Tue, 01 Apr 2008 13:09:13 GMT

I fear , I am unable to describe in words.

Re: The Optimist Creed

http://sanmugan2006.gaia.com — Tue, 01 Apr 2008 13:06:58 GMT

This is the first time , I am coming across some thing like this.excellent photo and that cat is super.

Re: Laughter

http://sanmugan2006.gaia.com — Tue, 01 Apr 2008 13:03:31 GMT

Fine photo and the poem , I have no words to express.

Re: ORGIN OF MUSIC AND THEATRE

http://kathysmith.gaia.com — Mon, 10 Dec 2007 10:29:38 GMT

From this base, other village activities started dramatizing their workloads. In looking at primitive music, one will find that almost all of it tells a story. With the development of agricultural societies there were songs about sowing the seeds and the music and theater progressed and advanced from there. The people had dances, and these dances had various rhythms that went along with them. The society finally built up a whole repertoire of music and theater peculiar to that tribe or that culture.

Based on the origins of music and theater one can actually plot the course of an art. When a culture starts going very bad and degraded -- when it starts penalizing its producers and rewarding its nonproducers -- music and theater lose course. These arts aren’t headed in any particular direction and they begin to not express stories. The theater of such a culture will start deifying things they should have nothing to do with. Examining the theater of a culture on the degrade, aspiration and hope turn up missing. Heroism and gallantry disappear. All these things submerge.

The state of a culture can’t be judged by its technical advances. During the Golden Age of Greece, when they made all their beautiful statues and were at the peak of their artistic achievement, the rug was already coming out from underneath Greece and it actually did not have very many more decades to go. So technical achievement can very often ride forward while the dry rot is already setting into the culture.

Those in charge of the arts are usually the ones who degrade the arts faster than anybody else, and they will actually teach a society in this direction. Then all of a sudden somebody makes a movie like Star Wars where everything is heroic and adventurous and it makes 200 million dollars. This is because the people still have their creative sparks and are more anxious to follow those than, “It’s all hopeless and degraded and we all ought to be on drugs.”

So you see, if the arts would get on the ball maybe the society would find it isn’t as late as it thinks.

That is the factor we’re working with. We are working in a culture which is already running a rugged degrade in the area of the arts. All we have to do is keep an art tradition going up, and we will get quite a reach.

ORGIN OF MUSIC AND THEATRE

http://kathysmith.gaia.com — Mon, 10 Dec 2007 10:28:32 GMT

The actual genus of music and theater is very interesting. One can get a better understanding of these art forms by looking at their origin.

Music and theater started with primitive tribes. In a hunter society, a very basic type society, the hunters would go out to get meat for the tribe. They would be out in the woods banging deer on the head and getting ducked in cold streams and hand-wrestling lions and so forth while the other tribe members were all sitting home. The rest of the tribe would sometimes get rather critical about a shortage of meat, so the hunters, unacknowledged, decided to bring the hunt to the village. They started out with a very primitive, very elementary story of the day’s hunt. These people weren’t very verbally or musically inclined, so they would depict the story of the hunt by having one of the hunters run around with his hands over his head enacting the deer while another chased him around and hit at him with a club or something like this.

Over a period of time, this type of presentation advanced to a point in any given tribe or culture where they used preserved skins and headdresses and mock weapons. Then, possibly from the bang-bang-bang of their sticks trying to drive animals out of the brush, these hunters got the idea that there was rhythm involved. They became more dramatic, and started putting certain standard hunting exploits into a standard sort of dance with standard costumes and rhythms. But all the way along the line they were working for one thing, and that was to make the villagers aware of and interested in hunters.

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ROCK MUSIC

http://kathysmith.gaia.com — Mon, 10 Dec 2007 10:24:34 GMT

The following is an analysis of rock music. There are probably as many opinions about what is rock as there are tastes in music and you are perfectly at liberty to disagree with any of the following as it is simply a summary of what makes rock rock and you may be a devotee of rock or abhor it. But we are not dealing with taste here or preference, we are simply dealing with a very generalized analysis of a type of music.

The origins of rock are differently assigned by different experts on the subject. They do seem to agree that it originated as a genre in the mid-50s.

Rock seems to be a joining of at least two streams of music: One stream comes from the West Virginia Hills in the form of ballads. West Virginia music however traces directly back to the “buskers” – the street singers of England who covered themselves with buttons and were prominent in central London 200 or 300 years ago. The bulk of the songs you find in West Virginia originate as busker songs with the difference that the buskers sang the melodies much prettier in that they introduced minors. By the time the Scots and English with that music settled in the hills of West Virginia, their treatment of the same melodies which had been in minor chords took on the form of major chords.

The other stream would seem to be from New Orleans where jazz had gained a beachhead in America. Jazz actually comes from Africa on the route of the slave trade through Martinique and then to New Orleans. This music flowed up the Mississippi, often taking on the tinge of spirituals.

These two streams, possibly colored by others, arrived at centers of music, one of which was Nashville.

Rock is not a pure genre in the sense that it mushes together several real genres. But I can assure you that rock has been on the track almost as long as there has been music.

SURVEYS

The following survey was recently conducted on the music-buying public. While the percentages which were the top percentage of the answers would not seem to be a majority of percentages, the other percents of answers were miniscule and one would have to assume that this is a dominant opinion as follows.

1. Q. What musical direction would you like to see rock and roll take next?
A. Back to basics, old rock and roll, early 50/60s. (16.7%)

2. Q. How do you feel rock and roll today could be improved?
A. Less hard rock, away from punk. (30.0%)

3. Q. What makes rock different from other types of music?
A. Beat, rhythm. (31.7%)

4. Q. Why is the beat such an important part of rock and roll?
A. Makes you dance, move. (35.0%)

5. Q. Why do you think so many rock songs are about love?
A. Everybody can relate to it. (48.3%)

6. Q. What does rock and roll do for you?
A. Makes me feel good, puts me in a good mood. (30.0%)

The above would seem to indicate that the music-buying public at least has some agreement on what rock is and actually, it is not too bad a description.

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Re: The Optimist Creed & DESIDERATA

http://joybringer.gaia.com — Sun, 01 Oct 2006 21:41:16 GMT

Thank YOU solitare, Chaz, breathh and Shana!

Here's another popular one in a similar spirit worth sharing...

Enjoy, D a r i n a :)

DESIDERATA

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.

As far as possible without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.

Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others, even to the dull and the ignorant,
they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons,
they are vexations to the spirit.

If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter;
for always there will be greater
and lesser persons than yourself.

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let not this blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love; for in the
face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.

Nurture strength of spirit
to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore, be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.

With all its sham, drudgery
and broken dreams;
it is still a beautiful world.

Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

--- Max Ehrmann, 1927 ---

Re: The Optimist Creed

http://shana.gaia.com — Sun, 01 Oct 2006 16:58:04 GMT

Thank you for the post. I worte the words on a card and am carrying it around with me as a reminder of what my work is truly meant to be- thanks!

be well-

Shana

Look and See -- Mary Oliver

Mon, 25 Sep 2006 22:45:24 GMT

Look and See

This morning, at waterside, a sparrow flew
to a water rock and landed, by error, on the back
of an eider duck; lightly it fluttered off, amused.
The duck, too, was not provoked, but, you might say, was
laughing.

This afternoon a gull sailing over
our house was casually scratching
its stomach of white feathers with one
pink foot as it flew.

Oh Lord, how shining and festive is your gift to us, if we
only look, and see.

~ Mary Oliver ~
(Why I Wake Early)

Re: The Optimist Creed

http://intoowitgirl.gaia.com — Sat, 23 Sep 2006 11:51:07 GMT

I love that... I should make a card of it and post it around town.. wellllllllll..
I just might do that.
Today... as an optimist.. I will see the light of godness/goodness ineveryone. I will
allow myself to surrender to the ever present reality of kindness and compassion.
Laughter and joy.
thanks for this.
peace to you all
be here now... breathhhhhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeee
jeanne/breathh

Re: Laughter

http://intoowitgirl.gaia.com — Sat, 23 Sep 2006 11:46:29 GMT

to look at that smiling baby brings me Joy...
If I have to gain new facial contours with my aging,
I at least want the majority of them to be because I
laughed and smiled wayyyyyyyyyyy.. alot. Never to
much laughter..
peace and big smiles to you all
jeanne/breathh

Re: Love Dogs - Rumi

http://Rareflight.gaia.com — Wed, 20 Sep 2006 00:29:19 GMT

Thanks for sharing that, Skywatcher. It's beautiful, poignant and oh so often true. Can I share one as well? One of my favorite Rilke poems has a similar theme:

[As once the winged energy of delight]

As once the winged energy of delight

carried you over childhood's dark abysses,

now beyond your own life build the great

arch of unimagined bridges.

Wonders happen if we can succeed

in passing through the harshest danger;

but only in a bright and purely granted

achievement can we realize the wonder.

To work with Things in the indescribable

relationship is not too hard for us;

the pattern grows more intricate and subtle,

and being swept along is not enough.

Take your practiced powers and stretch them out

until they span the chasm between the two

contradictions... For the god

wants to know himself in you.

-Rainer Maria Rilke

Re: The Optimist Creed

Tue, 19 Sep 2006 21:06:22 GMT

yes. yes i relate with you well. no such thing as gress. i either pro-gress or re-gress. ACTION is the path to progress for me.

sew an act , reep a habit.
sew a habit , reep a character.
sew a character, reep a destiny.

it always starts with the act-tion.

thanks for the creed. really has got my attention. words to be studied. yes indeed.

ty.......attitude of gratitude

Love Dogs - Rumi

http://skywatcher.gaia.com — Tue, 19 Sep 2006 04:48:39 GMT

The grief you cry out from
draws you toward union.

Your pure sadness
that wants help
is the secret cup.

Listen to the moan of a dog for its master.
That whining is the connection.

There are love-dogs
no one knows the names of.

Give your life
to be one of them.

Re: Laughter

http://rainbowflower2.gaia.com — Mon, 11 Sep 2006 19:33:19 GMT

That is a cool poem. I even love that picture of that baby. It is so cute.

Laughter

Sun, 10 Sep 2006 22:59:17 GMT

Laughter

What is laughter? What is laughter?
It is God waking up! O it is God waking up!
It is the sun poking its sweet head out
From behind a cloud
You have been carrying too long,
Veiling your eyes and heart.

It is Light breaking ground for a great Structure
That is your Real body - called Truth.

It is happiness applauding itself and then taking flight
To embrace everyone and everything in this world.

Laughter is the polestar
Held in the sky by our Beloved,
Who eternally says,

"Yes, dear ones, come this way,
Come this way towards Me and Love!

Come with your tender mouths moving
And your beautiful tongues conducting songs
And with your movements - your magic movements
Of hands and feet and glands and cells - Dancing!

Know that to God's Eye,
All movement is a Wondrous Language,
And Music - such exquisite, wild Music!"

O what is laughter, Hafiz?
What is this precious love and laughter
Budding in our hearts?

It is the glorious sound
Of a soul waking up!

~ Hafiz ~

Affirmation and Prayer to The Divine Feminine

Fri, 08 Sep 2006 20:22:19 GMT

I AM The Fullness, Beauty and Grace of The Divine Feminine,

With me Now in the Intuition and Dance of my Heart,

Chalicing the Sacred Vision, Purpose and Paradigm of the Golden Age Dawning!

Blessed Kwan Yin, Holy Mary, O Pallas Athena... Queens of Buddhic, Angelic, and Christic Realms...

Hear our Calls for Perfection, Wholeness and The Manifest Ascension In The flesh!

Guide us... Intensify our Path of Healing Truth... The Victory of Enlightenment!

Claim the Holy Instant

http://PlaytheWorld.gaia.com — Wed, 06 Sep 2006 05:13:57 GMT

Whenever you feel the holiness of your relationship is threatened by anything, stop instantly, and offer the Holy Spirit your willingness, in spite of fear, to let Him exchange this instant for the holy one that you would rather have. He will never fail in this. Say,

I desire this holy instant for myself,

That I may share it with my brother, whom I love.

It is not possible that I can have it without him, or he without me,

Yet it is wholly possible for us to share it now.

And so I choose this instant as the one to offer to the Holy Spirit,

That His blessing may descend on us, and keep us both in peace.

- A Course in Miracles

Beloved Companions on the Journey - Rev. Ted Loder

http://PlaytheWorld.gaia.com — Wed, 06 Sep 2006 05:10:29 GMT

Rev. Ted Loder

How Shall I Pray?

How shall I pray? Are tears prayers, Lord? Are screams prayers, or groans, or sighs or curses? Can trembling hands be lifted to you, or clinched fists or the cold sweat that trickles down my back, or the cramps that knot my stomach? Will you accept my prayers, Lord, my real prayers, rooted in the muck and mud and rock of my life, and not just my pretty, cut-flower, gracefully arranged bouquet of words? Will you accept me, Lord, as I really am, messed up mixture of glory and grime? Lord, help me! Help me to trust that you do accept me as I am, that I may be done with self-condemnation and self-pity and accept myself. Lord, I have so few ways to pray, but you have so many ways to answer. Keep me alert to your unpredictable answers, to your unexplainable surprises, and by your grace, make me one of those surprises, for the sake of the One who taught us the surprises of moving mountains, healing touches, wondrous stories, great banquets, first suppers, broken bread, crosses and resurrections.

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Bring More of What I Dream

O God, who out of nothing brought everything that is,

out of what I am bring more of what I dream but haven’t dared;

direct my power and passion to creating life where there is death,

to putting flesh of action on bare-boned intentions,

to lighting fires against the midnight of indifference,

to throwing bridges of care across canyons of loneliness;

so I can look on creation, together with you, and behold,

call it very good;

through Jesus Christ My Lord.

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Empty Me

Gracious and Holy One,

creator of all things

and of emptiness,

I come to you

full of much that clutters and distracts,

stifles and burdens me,

and makes me a burden to others.

Empty me now

of gnawing dissatisfactions,

of anxious imaginings,

of fretful preoccupations,

of nagging prejudices,

of old scores to settle,

and of the arrogance of being right.

Empty me

of the ways I unthinkingly

think of myself as powerless,

as a victim,

as determined by sex, age, race,

as being less than I am,

or as other than yours.

Empty me

of the disguises and lies

in which I hide myself

from other people

and from my responsibility

for my neighbors

and for the world.

Hollow out in me a space

in which I will find myself,

find peace and a whole heart,

a forgiving spirit and holiness,

the springs of laughter,

and the will to reach boldly

for abundant life for myself

and the whole human family.

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Grant Me Your Sense of Timing

O God of all seasons and senses, grant me your sense of timing to submit gracefully and rejoice quietly in the turn of the seasons. In this season of short days and long nights, of gray and white and cold, teach me the lessons of waiting:

of the snow joining the mystery of the hunkled-down seeds growing in their sleep, watched over by gnarled-limbed, grandparent trees, resting from autumn’s staggering energy; of the silent, whirling earth circling to race back to the sun.

O God, grant me your sense of timing. In this season of short days and long nights, of gray and white and cold, teach me the lessons of endings: children growing, friends leaving, jobs concluding, stages finishing, grieving over, grudges over, blaming over, excuses over.

O God, grant me your sense of timing. In this season of short days and long nights, of gray and white and cold, teach me the lessons of beginnings : that such waitings and endings may be a starting place , a planting of seeds which bring to birth what is ready to be born--- something right and just and different, a new song, a deeper relationship, a fuller love --- in the fullness of your time.

O God, grant me your sense of timing.

Amen

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Go with Me in a New Exodus

O God of fire and freedom, deliver me from my bondage to what can be counted and go with me in a new exodus toward what counts, but can only be measured in bread shared and swords become plowshares; in bodies healed and minds liberated; in songs sung and justice done; in laughter in the night and joy in the morning; in love through all seasons and great gladness of heart; in all people coming together and a kingdom coming in glory; in your name being praised and my becoming an alleluia. Amen

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I Tremble on the Edge of a Maybe

O God of beginnings, as your Spirit moved over the face of the deep on the first day of creation, move with me now, in my time of beginnings, when the air is rain-washed, the bloom is on the bush, and the world seems fresh and full of possibilities, and I feel ready and full.

I tremble on the edge of a maybe, a first time, a new thing, a tentative start, and the wonder of it lays its finger on my lips.

In silence, Lord, I share now my eagerness and my uneasiness about this something different I would be or do; and I listen for your leading to help me separate the light from the darkness in the change I seek to shape and which is shaping me.

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Loosen My Grip

O God, it is hard for me to let go.

Please loosen my grip on those grudges

and grievances I hold so closely.

that I may risk exposing myself

to the spirit of forgiving and forgiveness

that changes things

and resurrects dreams and courage.

Loosen my grip on my fears

release me a little into humility

and into an acceptance of my humanity.

Release me from the ominous fear

of thinking some sin or failure of mine

can separate me from you.

Release me from the dark fury

of assuming I am unloved

when the day calls for sacrifice

and the night for courage.

Loosen my grip on myself

for to reach out

is to know myself held;

to laugh at myself

is to be carried on the easiness of your grace;

to attend to each moment

is to hear the faint melody of eternity.

Loosen my grip on my fears and fretfulness

so that letting go

into the depths of silence

I may find myself held by you

and linked anew to all life

in this wild and wondrous world

you love so much,

so I may take to heart

that you have taken me to heart.

Amen

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Quicken in Me a Sense of Humor

O God of gifts,

quicken in me a sense of humor

bright enough to help me find my way

in these tarnished times,

fruitful enough to be made the wine of hope

to warm the hearts of those I live with.

Make me glad to be one of a kind,

yet one with a kind,

called not to be more like others,

but more of myself,

a guerrilla of grace,

that, in daring to be authentic,

I may become more of a human-kind.

So, O God of gifts,

liberate me to share,

without apology or arrogance,

not only the gifts I have,

but the gift I am.

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Waken in Me a Gratitude for My Life

O God, complete the work you have begun in me.

Release through me

a flow of mercy and gentleness that will bring

water where there is desert,

healing where there is hurt,

peace where there is violence,

beauty where there is ugliness,

justice wherthere is brokenness,

beginnings where there are dead-ends.

Waken in me

gratitude for my life,

love for every living thing,

joy in what is human and holy,

praise for you.

Renew my faith that you are God

beyond my grasp

but within my reach;

past my knowing

but within my searching;

disturber of the assured,

assurer of the disturbed;

destroyer of illusions,

creator of dreams;

source of silence and music,

sex and solitude,

light and darkness,

death and life.

O Keeper of Promises,

composer of grace,

grant me

glee in my blood,

prayer in my heart,

trust at my core,’

songs for my journey,

and a sense of you kingdom.

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A Prayer of Empowerment

Empower me

to be a bold participant,

rather than a timid saint in waiting,

in the difficult ordinariness of now;

to exercise the authority of honesty,

rather than to defer to power,

or deceive to get it;

to influence someone for justice,

rather than impress anyone for gain;

and, by grace, to find treasures

of joy, of friendship, of peace

hidden in the fields of the daily life

you give me to plow.

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Bless What Eludes My Grasp

Lord, so many things skitter through my mind,

and I give chase to gather them

and hold them up in a bunch to you,

but they go this way and that

while I go that way and this . . .

So, gather me up instead

and bless what eludes my grasp but not yours:

trees and bees,

fireflies and butterflies,

roses and barbeques,

and people . . .

Lord, the people . . . bless the people:

birthday people,

giving birth people,

being born people;

conformed people,

dying people,

dead people;

hostaged people,

banged up people,

held down people;

leader people,

lonely people,

limping people;

hungry people,

surfeited people,

indifferent people;

first world people,

second world people,

third world people;

one world people,

your people,

all people.

Bless them, Lord.

Bless what eludes my grasp but not yours.

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Let the Healing Begin

O Father-Mother of us all, we gather as those blest

that you temper judgment with patience,

else we could not gather at all.

So we bring to you

not only our bungling and betrayals

but those we have wounded

by our faithlessness and indifference.

We bring to you those we love

but less fully than we would

were we not so defensive

or so easily frightened by intimacy.

We bring to you those with whom we work

but less well than we would

were we not so obsessed with power

or so arrogantly ready to judge.

We bring to you those we live with in this society

but less closely than we would

were we not so fearfully suspicious

or so insistent on measuring them

by our comfortable

biases and certainties.

O God, by your mercy, heal the wounds

we have inflicted on others and ourselves.

Let that healing begin with us

in the knowledge that with mercy

comes the power and pressure to risk

the honesty and humility that will move us

toward wholeness within each and among all

through reclaiming and rejoicing in our common humanity,

as your still beloved family;

through our brother and Lord, Jesus Christ. Amen

Beloved Companions on the Journey - Brian Andreas

http://PlaytheWorld.gaia.com — Wed, 06 Sep 2006 03:41:24 GMT

Brian Andreas

Stress Management

I can imagine it

working out

perfectly, I said

I can’t, she said

& I said no wonder

you’re so stressed

*****

Real Hero

Anyone can slay a dragon

he told me, but try waking up

every morning & loving

the world all over again.

That’s what takes a real hero

*****

Weight Training

This is a giant block

of whatever is most difficult

for you to carry & trust me on this,

you’ll carry it more times

than you can count

until you decide that’s exactly what you want to do most

& then it won’t weigh

a thing anymore.

*****

Enough Time

Everything changed

the day he figured out

there was

exactly enough time

for the important things

in his life.

*****

High Tolerance

What are you

good at? I said

& she said,

Mainly life.

I work best with

stuff that has

a high tolerance

for mistakes.

*****

Opposition

I just tell them

to do things they

already want

to do, she said,

& even then,

it’s like pulling

teeth.

*****

Blank Map

This is a blank map

that lets you go

as far as you want

in any direction,

with no questions

asked,

but it’s no help at all

if you want to know

if you’re going

the right way.

*****

New Age

We’re already

in the New Age,

she said.

What does that

mean? I said.

It means we can

stop waiting &

start living,

she said.

But after she left,

I still waited

a little more

just to be

safe.

*****

Strict Followers

Trying to follow

in the footsteps

of the masters,

But it’s a lot harder

than it looks because

even though they had

the same size feet

as us, they weren’t

looking down

the whole time

while they walked

to make sure

they were

doing it right

*****

Perfect Ending

I’m not sure

how it’s going

to turn out,

except I’ll die

in the end, she said.

So, really, what

could go wrong?

*****

Real Limit

How many people

can you love before

it’s too much? she said

& I said I didn’t think

there was any

real limit as long

as you didn’t care if

they loved you back

*****

Big Strange Family

I don’t think of it

as working for

world peace, he said.

I think of it as

just trying to

get along in a

really big strange

family.

*****

Creature on Fire

This is a creature

on fire with love,

but it’s still scary

since most people

think love only looks

like one thing,

instead of

the whole world

*****

Regular Life

Of course, I want to

save the world, she said,

but I was hoping to do it

from the comfort

of my regular life.

*****

Best Choice

If I have to choose,

my son said, I’ll take

them all.

That’s no choice, I said.

Obviously, he said,

you’ve forgotten

how choice works.

*****

Beautiful People

I have a friend who

reads people’s auras.

He sees all sorts of colors

like green & red & purple.

He says anyone can do it.

All it takes is forgetting

everything you think

you know & just looking.

I’ve tried it & even though

I haven’t seen any

colors yet, everyone

I meet looks so beautiful

when I stop knowing

everything, that it’s

pretty hard to go back

to the old way.

*****

Out to Play

No hurt survives

for long without

our help, she said

& then she kissed

me & sent me out

to play again

for the rest

of my life.

*****

Awakening

In those days,

We finally chose

To walk like giants

& hold the world

in arms grown strong

with love

& there may be

many things we forget

in the days to come,

but this will not be

one of them.

******

(All by Brian Andreas)