The Poet's Room

  Reaching For The Divine In deep cold snow                     Somnolent winter wisdom   Rises in the soul,                          Reaching f or Divine light,                                    The ultimate letting go;  Life and Death need each other, provide each with meaning. Each defines the other. If there’s life, there must be death. If there’s death, there must be life. The Yin and Yang of existence. Life lives off of death. Death lives off of life. The cycle of our being on planet earth. The wheel goes round and round seemingly without end. To Let Go thoroughly, totally is the ultimate detachment. To Let Go thoroughly and totally opens the door to higher consciousness. Awareness of that which is beyond life and death. To Let Go thoroughly is the ultimate marriage. The joining with the Divine. Becoming one with that creative energy source. Our longing for this intimate connection does the work, but our earthly limitations too are important, exist for thi

Donkey Cheers The Packers On!             Dear Reader this will introduce Donkey at a momentous time. The Packer's just beat the Cowboys this past Sunday in a playoff game, next they face the formidable Forty Niners. Donkey has been a member of the family for many years.... future vlogs will provide more details. Donkey also has some issues that need to be addressed. Resentments, denial and the desire to recover a lost career will be the subject of future vlogs that feature Donkey. I recommend you click below then you can see and hear Donkey leading a cheer he made up for the Packer's upcoming game instead of reading the transcript which doesn't capture Donkey's charisma at all.  Ps: Know any Packer's Fans please share with them. It will get them pumped up for the game! Script For Donkey's Video (Who’s speaking a line; Me is Me. D is Donkey. R eader see if you can tell the difference.) Me: “Donkey, where’d you get that Packer hat?” D: “Hmm let me’s think on that

  Adieu, Adieu, Dead Shrew Calendar, for you have fulfilled your allotted duty. Faithfully recording each month and day in 2023. Forsooth, pray thee why hast thou been ignored by most. Forsooth I say, what hath the Sports Illustrated Calendar have over thee. Naught! I say naught. It could not hold a candle to thee. What pray tell doth scanty pieces of cloth, that barely cover any fleshy part have over your warm rich fur covering all but tail and nose. Tis but an aberration of culture for there's truly nothing can compare to thee, Dead Shrew Calendar. Miss January, started that year off by posing, her buxom short tailed shrew self, with black coat that served her well until meeting a toothy demise. Now we bid you farewell, knowing your likes may never grace a calendar again. Then we wrap up 2023 with Miss December, a long tailed, short bodied beauty, with silver gray coat, and pink snooze pointing us toward the year to come. Adieu, Adieu, your likes may never grace a calendar agai

Our Six Dollar Tea Rose!           E ating lunch I looked out the slider as our potted rose bloom bowed and straightened in the ebb and flow of each wind gust.  P utting pen to paper I wrote the following poem Prelude to Winter  The rose Continues to  Bloom as Summer ends, and Fall winds test Passion's resolve;                The word   Passion originated from the Greek meaning to suffer. In our present culture the word  has various meanings frequently contrary.  Passion can mean full engagement or an obsessive drive to excel in a vocation such as music, science, business, learning, teaching, sports or medicine. A human can even be passionate to end suffering. The Buddha's calling.    

  At Camus's Bench! Sitting in Fall's quiet, Sun above trees, Highlights Hickory  Yellow leaves;                 The start of October, with my Achilles heal on the mend I start taking longer walks at the conservancy.   The narrow path through the prairie passes a variety of asters, beautiful late blooms. Blues and whites, the name Aster from the Greek meaning "Star". Seed heads of grasses grown heavy in ripening wave back and forth in a light breeze. I run my hand over a stem. Glean a hand full of seeds. Release them to the wind. Everything is as it should be.               I enter the pines find pine sap oozing from scars where limbs had been in the tree's youth. Deep shade and quiet permeate everything including my being.   I walk among friends who say everything by just growing into the light. At the bottom of the trail the bench with the Camus quote. I sit down observe  sunlight filtering through the canopy of trees. A breeze shakes loose wild cherries hangin

             Launching astronauts into space gave us a view of earth none of us had ever seen before. An incredible picture of our self sustaining home, our living breathing space ship, a blue-green organic jewel hanging in the black of space, illuminated by our sun. Somewhere on the picture each of us resides living out our lives. Now in my senior years, the following poem provides a perspective on our human journey. Today....Pray! Earth wobbles  Slightly, Twenty-four Hours a day,  Turning,  Three hundred  Sixty-five times; Each year Lived; As night fades,  Black sky  Softens To pale gray, Until brilliant  Lasers  Shoot through The horizon, Like petals opening On a new flower, A glowing red disk Rises, between  Earth and heaven,  Spreads light  As far as   Morning eyes,  Can see; The new day dawns Like a curtain drawn Reveals stage And setting For  The evolving Parade of life; At the Firefly  Coffee House, Enter stage left, A proud new mother, Places her three month Child on her lap,