I tend to be
So ******* myself
Expecting so much more
Than any one person
Can achieve
I push myself
And Will myself
To do more
And be more
And accomplish more
So, when will perfect
Be enough

My dog is pure heart
Unconditional loving
Innocence in motion

Opening presents
Paper everywhere
Santa’s come and gone
And left chaos and despair

Did you get what you asked for
Or did Santa miss the chance
He keeps track of  who’s good and bad
And they say he takes a stance

On gifting presents to the ones
Who help their fathers and mothers
Giving coal to those who aren’t kind
To their sisters and their brothers

Perhaps it’s time we reorganized
And learnt to help ourselves
Not depending on an old fat man
And his many helpful elves

To be good means that we must look
At all our inner thoughts
Our actions and our many deeds
And  many kinds of oughts

For when we learn to be so kind
In helping others out
Then we don’t need a red suited man
To help us be devout

Sometimes
I see the world
Through a haze
Finding the edge
Between sanity and the inanity
Just a narrow wedge
Into which I can drop
With ease

Oh ego
Be gone with you
The teller of tales
The unwinding mind
Ego
Be gone with you
Who keeps me from my destiny
And enlightens not
Oh ego
You have come and blocked
My wisdom knowing
And kept me from
My God

Ego, be my friend
Walk with  me
Hold my hand
So we can make things real
In this infinity
Of  unknowing
Ego
Be my friend
And let’s walk
Together

Meandering
In my mind
Wondering
What thoughts
To keep
And which
To ignore
Thoughts
Ruminating
About thoughts
And then
Putting them
To bed

Time
Away
Wheedling out of us
The last remnants
Of our lives
Time

Have you ever
Felt so tired
That all you want to do
Is cuddle up
Under the blankets
To sleep

Have you ever felt
Like the winter weather
Is wanting you
To slow down
And rest

Have you ever felt
Like time has sped up
And your body is slowing down

Have you ever

Pain brings me sorrow
And I so want to find peace
May this be the year

Tears in my eyes
For the pain
That humanity has suffered
By the hands
Of its own
Humans

May this coming year
Be one where
We learn to
Love one another
Feel for one another
Be one with others
And find peace
Within ourselves

Feelings
That I have no names for
Seem to course
Through my body
Causing distress
And unfamiliarity

I have to allow them
To move through my body
Mind, and soul
Without even knowing
What they are about
Or where they come from
Emotions
**** emotions
Keep coming back
To remind me
That I’m
Not whole

I dream, sometimes, of a place
Where peace can reign
And every person is treated like an equal
In stature and understanding of truth
I dream of a world
Where love is the outstanding emotion
And all feel bonded to the One truth
Whatever that may be, in that moment
I dream of a world where I can lay my head down, and feel complete, in the moment
Owing no one, needing to do only what I feel I need to do
In the moment
I dream of a world that is coloured in the hues
Of love, honesty and peace
And tomorrows that beckon with lively hand
Of acceptance and truth
I want to live in that place
Where all can be free
Where all can know truth
Where all can live in the existence of knowing
Of consciousness, of becoming
One.

This One waits for that moment….

An ominous cloud
Portentous and sinister
Foretelling the storm

The world
Has taken a turn
For change
And it seems
Like I have become lost
In the differences
Of existence

Nothing is
As it used to be
And it’s hard to make sense
Of the whirling entity
They now call
The Earth
And I am confused
By
The Changes

Young mind and old body
Aging has finally caught up
By surprise, I’m there

I don’t know how it happened
That I suddenly felt
As old as God
And I had
The aches and pains to prove it
Life seems to have sped up
Yesterday I was young, and vibrant, and healthy
And today
I look and feel like
My Grandmother
When did it happen
And why

Heart and heaven felt
That is what my grief feels like
Promises of joy

Today is a sad day
Ever have one of those
When the tears roll down your face
And you don’t really know
Where they are coming from
Perhaps it is
The rainy day outside
Or life’s longing for itself
Or perhaps
Just perhaps
It is a reminder
That joy
Is just around the corner

Poetry hearts
Expressing through loving glance
With paper and pen

Santa, Oh Santa
Where do you come from
Is the North Pole too cold
Do the elves like to hum

Are the toys almost ready
Is your sleigh shiny bright
Have you  put on more weight
Will the seat be too tight

Santa, Oh Santa
Will you be able to steer
A sled filled with toys
And your eight tiny reindeer

Please take some time to ponder
And do take some rest
For Xmas is coming
You’ll be put to the test

Xmas is coming
Let’s roll out some cheer
For the little baby boy
And his parents so dear

And let’s have a drink
To a season that’s merry
With gifts and much fun
And mistletoe and berry

Of course, I am Jewish
And don’t partake in the fun
We light candles for eight nights
And gifts, we get none

We do eat some latkes
From potatoes they are made
If the holiday starts on Saturday
Then our bread will have a braid

So I wish you so many
A happy season filled with joy
And if your vegan and have no meat
Then may your turkey be of soy

And with family and friends
May you celebrate with love
Hunkered in for the holidays
With fulfillment from above

I look in the mirror and what do I see?
Just another face looking out at me
Do you have something to tell me, do I have a right to know?
Is it something I remember, say it isn’t so?!
I want to remember and I want to forget
I want to pretend it is all in my head
And I have to take things one step at a time
And I have to remember that the thoughts intertwine
Some of the memories belong to the past
And some are the products of life ever last
I want to pretend and make it go far away
The memories come back and insist that I stay
So I cover my ears and my eyes and my face
And the sounds continue from a distant place
I see the horror of times long forgotten
And I wash it away like I’m stuffed up with cotton
With a smile like it never happened although I know it is so
I prefer the hidden tunnel, so far away I now go.

A time and space where the angels dwell
And guide us into a place of non-attainment
We look at the stars, and count their beauty
In their light
And, we wonder how we ever allowed their beauty
To reach beyond our touch

And, isn’t love like those stars that we cannot reach?
We try so hard to understand with our minds and bodies
Truly forgetting that we are created in love, exist in love, and are
Total love

We focus on attachment to body and mind
And forget the soul of antiquity
That houses the God
Of our creation

Love is but a bubble of existence
That reaches out to hold and protect us
As in the Mother’s womb
Where we can truly be
Who we are meant to

Love is that catch phrase
That tells us that we are someone
And belong
To another being of existence
If not..to ourselves

The truth is..that we are not
If we have not another
And we can search outside from here to eternity
And only find that true love
Within ourselves

Love…magic…wholeness of existence
Within and without
From beginning to end
And we are
One.