Zen describes out of body experience
Meditation deep, concentration focused
Weightless sense, mindful will
Acid test, turn and see
Astral world, not in time
Beyond imagination, infinity reigns
Undeveloped spirits, specters haunt
Silver tether brings me back
I shake, I tremble at what I’ve seen
I’m not ready for the world beyond

Random pillows,
piled on a chair.
Different sizes,
different fillings.
Red, yellow,
plain, some with flowers.
Life’s a pile,
different stories
different looks.
Each is different
but each the same.
Each lies waiting
for that hand to
change their fate.
Like pillows in a pile
waiting, always waiting.

Think of life, see the trees.
The struggle quiet but still it’s there.
Tamarac stays green, others are bare,
winters cold , leaves succumbed.
Tops of trees see springs first sun.
Leaves awake and spread their wings.
Tops steal sun from limbs below,
surviving on crumbs that filter down.
The forest floor, void of warmth
produces brambles, thorns and weeds.
The oaks and maples reign supreme.
All others bow before their might.
Different colors, beach, birch, pine
diversity amidst adversity?
Life truly mirrors nature, the haves
and the have nots. Those that have it
keep it or ration it. All at the bottom
struggle to survive.
Those in the middle just exist on
droppings from the haves.
And color, well, nature handles better.
A mind wander, a fantasy of worlds,
a dream of coexistence.
A waste of time...B.

Freedom is just a word that we use every day.
We use it when we study, we use it when we play.

For many folks a word’s a word that shows up on a page.
For other folks the word’s a cause that made a war to rage

To be free to shop, to play, to exercise free speech,
please stop and think then realize why that’s within our reach.

Americans have traveled to protect our native shores.
They’ve fought and bled and died for us in countless foreign wars.

They never stop to wonder why whenever duty calls,
they stopped their lives, grabbed their packs and marched to duties halls

To have such friends, who care so much, for all that we hold dear,
you’d think we’d pause and contemplate that word we often hear.

Freedom is a battle cry from soldiers young and old.
They fought for us, they died for us, their stories seldom told.

When we see the word on printed page let’s think about what’s free
and think of those who paid the price from sea to shining sea.

When glaciers melt
and oceans rise and people
live only on mountain tops,
even then will I love you.
When we’ve poisoned all the air
and we’re a planet gasping
with my last breath I’ll say
I love you. My love is beyond
words, beyond the ability of
ones heart to express.
Endless, infinite, journey thru
thru the stars, skirting black holes,
moving from light to light, galaxy
to galaxy, eternal love,
infinitely together. A bond that is total,
a heart that is one,
absorbs our being. Two bodies
but only one soul.
Identities not lost,
but blended into ultimate beauty.

What is freedom?
Word in a book?
Free to be classed.
Have or have not.
In the yoke of the have’s.
In the panic of the have nots.
Wages for our labors?
Gift from the haves?
A vote that doesn’t count.
Majority rules, no
connections rule.
We are swept along
in the current of their agenda.
We flounder, we grasp,
no rescue, just trying to survive.
Surviving is existing,
in a system that expects loss
and embraces inequality.
Free to be less than equal.
Is second class equal?
Only the haves are equal.
The have nots are necessary
for the excesses of the haves.
Free to be necessary.
We, have nots, have many freedoms,
All within the yoke of the haves.
Yes, freedom is just a word in a book.

Chickadee
Flies from limb to limb
A lost soul


Life is a search,
a journey, a quest
for a destination,
an arrival. I wander,
I wonder why I keep
looking for an end
and all I find are
beginnings. I search
the world for a
place to stop,
but, every stop is
a start, I search my
mind for a final thought
but every possibility
presents a possibility.
every opportunity
begins an opportunity
My mind aches for the
satisfaction of finality,
but the goal is replete
with new wants and desires.
I resolve to the truth and
the message from fate.
“The key to the end is mine.
The turn of the key is mine.
Be very careful what
you wish and look for.
The end is abrupt and final.
Isn’t arrival better”?