#busyness
For a year or possibly more,
Decompression begins:
Purging electricity, electronics.
Fall away, Internet, Oh!
No more cellular,
**** the television set,
Except, perhaps, a radio,
Lest I totally forget....
Hello, paper,
Hello, books,
Come off the shelves;
Lose those ***** looks,
Warm again before my eyes,
Feel the press of my writing stick.
Thoreau, the fakir,
Left the social order
Just a year,
Though just how far
He really went
Remains foggily unclear,
And the fact that he returned
Suggests that Nature
Left him feeling burned.
So, like a diver,
Rising from the deep,
I'd take a while to meditate,
To let the busyness-es go
And put electric dreams to sleep.
Aug 5, 2019
Aug 5, 2019 at 1:26 PM UTC
I think
what saves today’s commercial xmas hype
from being absolutely nauseous
is the wide-eyed joy of children
when they open their gifts
and find their dreams come true
a faint echo
of the joy in the eyes of the Kings
when after their long travails
they discovered the baby of their dreams
had miraculously become reality
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 2:52 PM UTC
when you look beyond busyness
what is it that you see?
a world endlessly searching
for what it was meant to be?
a mankind desperately looking
for the answer to its ache,
striving to achieve
some sort of break
from its broken heart
of pain and agony,
hoping to fix this
crippled reality?
when I look beyond busyness
I know what I see
a world waiting for God's return
when he destroys the enemy
a world waiting for the story to turn
to the part where Earth is set free
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC
the days go by in pleasant routine
only occasional disturbances
with grandkids unexpected visitors
the mailman ringing at the door
because the letter would not fit the box
the neighbor asking for a favor gladly granted
someone who wants to sell some things
the days go by
preparing meals go shopping
splitting the firewood
running the wash
checking the email
go swimming and do AquaFit
occasionally have a lunch with friends
the days go by
and I occasionally wonder
about the undesired goal of passing all that time
as days go by
Jan 18, 2018
Jan 18, 2018 at 6:52 PM UTC
when we consider
in one of the rare quiet moments
of our hurried hectic times
what keeps us busy throughout all our days
we may discover that there is not much beyond quotidian chores
that occupies our schedule
the job, career, the family, the children
mow the lawn, chat with the neighbors,
go to worship, bowling, Sunday school
etc., etc.
small time we give to figuring out the meaning of it all
what is it that we want
when we have reached the peak of our career
when our kids have left the house
live elsewhere without need for our care
what is it that is left
to strive for and achieve
pragmatically speaking
it may be useful to become alert
and contemplate such matters
alongside our busy years
at least some time before
we find ourselves
close to the edge
that points us into different spheres
Jul 26, 2016
Jul 26, 2016 at 5:35 PM UTC
Why is it that every night
I change into my pajamas
Only to remove them
Ten minutes later
As I climb into bed
In my undergarments?
I reckon it is the routine
That calms me from my day,
Shedding the skin of
One day to embrace another.
It is the preparation
For my seven hour
Sabbath where I rest
From my seventeen hours
Of work, play, and relationships -
Responsibilities that keep me
Too busy to take a moment
And enjoy the skin I live in.
So each night,
I must shed that skin
In reflection of the day
That is now gone,
And rest as I prepare
Myself for another day.
Another day of busyness,
Another day of striving,
Another day of trying my best
To be the man you have
Created me to be...
To embrace who I am
In every waking moment.
May 3, 2016
May 3, 2016 at 1:30 AM UTC
They are numbered,
They are few.
Rarity is their virtue,
Uncommon their traits.
They are lumbered,
They are new.
Clarity is their class,
Platinum their rates.
Governments avoid,
And people loathe them.
They are cumbered,
They are feared.
To prevent them,
Nothing can be done.
By any forces however,
Either collared or aided.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 1:16 PM UTC
What is this life of full of care
We have no time to stand and stare
* no time to stand beneath the bloughs*
As long as we stand like sheep & cows
* no time to look the woods we pass*
* where squarrels hide their nuts in grass*
no time to see, in broad daylight
A poor life this is, full of care
We have no time to stand & stare,
Aug 28, 2015
Aug 28, 2015 at 4:33 AM UTC
surrounded by love
and chaos and busyness
totally content :)
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 10:20 AM UTC