Pause
Start by awareness
What brightness exists around you
Give a welcome to this moment

Attend to yourself
Do your fingers feel thick or slender
Are your feet on the floor
How solid is your footing

Notice your breathing
Breath in and breath out
Count ten of these
Now another ten

As you return to your efforts
To pursue the tasks of the day

If you need to name
A Higher Power
Just look up
At the sky
The sun will
Warm your heart
The moon will
Wink at you
If you feel alone
The stars will
Lighten your Heart
And in the moment
You can just
Call out
Thank You

Writing is my love that
never betrays.
It doesn't lie or
cheat.
It never complains that I
leave the toilet seat up or
that I leave hairs in the sink.
It has never said, "You drink too much or
not enough." It always wins the bets,
sets the sun, and skins the cat.
It's always raw and never
well done—medium rare at
worst, and never burnt.
It doesn't ask me to
do aerobics or yoga, and it
would never tell me to quit smoking;
I would stake my life on it.
Writing is my love that
will be with me until
the end.

Ground betwixt the bi-polar global
axi of supposed power, not-see,
totalitarian, in our Baskin 'n Robbins
of 23 flavors of supremacy,
the united **** of assassins,
divided and conquered in perfect
harmony by Ebony and ivory,
the Black and white supremacies,
"...we(e),...", knowing they do it
for more than just more, resolve
to teach why, the intellect can't
lead, for life doesn't follow,
if you're not taking bullets
you're making them, if it's
not fixed don't break it,
your potential's illimitable,
as life, you're indivisible.

May all walk in Gaia's balance,
giving back to her abundance,
then one's New Year will be good
and new all the way through.

to leave fear behind
like a nightmare
broken by dawn

to live freely
like an unbridled horse
galloping across the plains

to love life
like the sun loves the earth
and the earth loves the moon

to sing and dance
like the wind sings in the trees
and the trees dance in the wind

to see beauty
in every created thing