The Finger

I often stare into darkness... awake, while lying in bed stars and moon light making shadows some light always finding its way in (everything having a dark side but not entirely without vision) – at length my eyes adjusting the nature of manifest-physical necessity the cause and effect of evolution, down to the moment and smallest detail of existence seeing substance where shortly before were only unsettling silhouettes; imagination our most mysterious light~father and mother of all inventions – devil and god of all wars. Less philosophical more down to basics: once my world was entirely a gold ring and the blessed finger that wore it to eventually discover that dear fingers never evolve far beyond pointing and wagging...the ultimate kissoff with bit of upward juvenile adjustment...

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Kim Rodrigues

Date: 7/5/2023 5:35:00 PM

Pointing and wagging of fingers, worse the tall man…let’s put a gold ring back on the blessed finger and pull back on our complaints. We need to be more thankful. God bless you, Joe!

Joe Dimino
Date: 7/6/2023 2:17:00 AM

Well said, my friend! A lesson to all in your very wise words. Blessings.

Buhagiar Victor

Date: 6/27/2023 10:21:00 PM

Life is harsh and we often make the wrong choices. But God is compassionate and will see you through life.

Joe Dimino
Date: 6/28/2023 3:00:00 AM

This trip was very difficult for me...but worth it! I learned a lot, and helped many rise with me -- so the mental pain and suffering is of no consequence. I would do it all over again but would try harder, feeling less sorry for myself. In fact, feeling blessed, grateful for Father's continued support despite my often spiritual weakness on vivid display. I constantly seek forgiveness from those loved ones I have inadvertently hurt. Close family and friends share our suffering. Blessings my friend.

Sally Eslinger

Date: 6/27/2023 7:16:00 PM

Hmm…hoping you and yours are doing fine…a whole world of time & emoion herein, where there also did seem some evolution. Hugs, sally

Joe Dimino
Date: 6/27/2023 8:15:00 PM

Wife number 2 and I are fine. A lot of poetic license here, not all true. But I was truly indeed married, first time, at age 16, to separate only 3 years latter -- missed the children most, which she gave me custody of not long afterward, so there was little bitterness in that respect. I was no angel either. Kids making kids.

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 6/27/2023 11:41:00 AM

- It is often only small adjustments that are needed, Joe ... you can live the life you want to live, because the possibilities are often many more than you think :) - hugs

Joe Dimino
Date: 6/27/2023 11:54:00 AM

For sure: where there is faith, one keeping open to subtle inspiration, often a better way or easier path is available. I have found that I am no more happier in a mansion than in far smaller, modest surroundings. You are correct: control desire, to master money. Blessings my friend.