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On Music

Ah, most beautiful
In this World is Music
Best language to learn.

A prime, universal Connection
To, and for, all Life and Living
From without, and within.

As authors, from the heart’s breath in each of us
Playing out our diverse humankind…

To throughout the all of Nature
Seen, and unseen...

Our musics travel on the wisest sacred roads of breath
Without which, all could come to saddened end

As Nature listens, in tune, giving back in kind.

Returning with winds, waters, fires, and spirits
As the fledging grand carriers 
Throughout nature’s kingdoms
Playing tunes for all to hear...

Asking for no ticket, no fee required.

Music... magic, moving in mysterious
Yet identifiable, secret ways
With all at it’s command

Not just to create
But also to find-as-found
As an each note, or many, lying within
Physical, mental, and spiritual
Actions, emotions, and nutrition's…

For the best, and worst, to manifest 
Into their own Beingness.

Whether in place...
In transitioning below, and/or above
Frequency, and dimension.

In the utter simplicity
As part of a note
To the most complex symphony 
Laid out before us

Music delights, mystifies, tortures, pains
Relaxes, celebrates, uplifts, and comforts.

Within It lies the order and scope of mathematics
As well as a leading indicator
In support to, and for query, into mystical outer areas
Even into the Beyond Understanding Complex.

Yay, even to entering and abiding, within Chaos itself.

It’s octaves stretch off into eternitys
Waiting to be grasped and used-at-will
Repeatedly or in parts, combined, or separated
Broken, or whole.

It wanders freely fields mystic, and grand
To be found as a note, a hum, a whistle
A poem, jingle, hymn
Sonnet, chorus, or single verse.

It greets life arriving
And leaving
Beginning, and ending.

It is a conversation, and a brand
A kind, and a spirit...
Enslaving, and yet free.

It’s fickle, and sweet
It heats, and cools
It sells, and costs.

It owns, and shares
It heals, and sickens
It earns, and breaks.

It draws, and scatters
It can be elusive, yet found
Warning, and celebrating.

Oh, how it can drift, and centralize
As it announces, and hides.

It misleads, and leads.

We’ve heard it’s true, and false
It warms, and chills
It hides, and finds.

It seeks, and travels
Resting in common, and strange places.

Best of all, Music abides.

So, for just the asking, ask
As waiting within lies it’s vast complexity
Hiding many times in utter simplicity.

Supporting highest virtue or utter depravity
It honors the best, and the worst
Most of all, it comforts to need.

Music should be the first language offered
Taught in home and school
First as fun, then as science
Then art, and then, philosophy.

Each to their own learning
And, becoming wise into greater understanding
There, not resting, to progress further.

Yes, give us free voice, to sing
Open ears, to appreciate in listening
Hands, to write, compose, and play.

All art is lessened without it
No life can truly live
Really alive... without it.

For the less of it
The less connection to music with the all in All
Each, becomes diminished.

Stay therefore true to that what is... the best of all
A singing path, well worth following
Adding new verses as found, true to your own Self.

So be it.

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Morning Reflection

In morning’s dim light
Water says ‘please, let me too,
have my rainy day’

Watch... as sprinkling ends
Sun turning drops into mist
Then, see light sparkling.

___*___

Sun returns, ruling
Nature rising, playing games
All join in the dance

Human mindfulness…
Balance is the time keeper
Listening to songs

We all playing part
Learning to steward well
Less chaos set loose

___*___

Earth days turn to night
As Nature, resets it’s clock
Returning balance

For Earth remains first
Duty bound, makes playing fields
Equal to life’s needs.

___*___

So dancing returns
Life in magical rhythms
Even watchers learn

Where else new tunes found?
As more get up to join in
Even janitors.

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Mystic Under the Bodhi Tree

A most beautiful day
The Son of Suns, shining brightly on us all
Not hot yet, but bright.

A million butterfly’s swarm
Lighting on and around
Myriads of flowers surrounding.

See them in such moving colors
Each on their own chosen way, their way
Together a measure of personality, entrancement, and beauty.

Colorful, fluttering profusion, vibrating around
Taking in Time’s special allowance, with me, in Nature
Bringing universal moments together, in such pure peace

Blessed am I, are we
To see the effect come ‘round.

In utter wonder, I clap one hand in boyish joy
And then race singing to the opposite side of the world
Arriving… so long ago.

                                     ___*___

Questioning here for an age
How long do I have to wait?

Though patiently waiting here…
It did seem I clapped eons ago.

Wondering… wanders in wonders
Like, if my number eight, times zero equals zero
Where does eight go?

Does it fade into nothingness
Or does eight's worth, travel to a place I can’t run to
Clever that… eight… knowing where to go.

Or was it ever there?
Was my hand even clapping
Caught up so in the Space of Air?

                                            ___*___

Indeed, was 'I' ever there, meaning…
Am 'I' truly here?
What math are we living?

If, it is worth a try, clap again!

Would this Time… there, be different?
Or should I just sit still in this shaded doorway.

A friend found
An old ancient Oak, there
Resting under this peaceful Bodhi Tree, here
Conspirators only, or keys to a hidden gate?

Brothers in intent…
Time merchants on duty
Opening just for pondering clapping questions.

Hmm.

Was the run around this World 
The most important thing learned?
Perhaps, just to comprehend the beginning-to-end
Of nothing?

Fancy that.

Laughing gaily under realization’s umbrella
All for nothing eh?
Zero return.

No, not quite…
I still sing, and dance.

Even if…
All for nothing… into foreverness.

Ah, so go I
So, go we all?
For the butterflies too, are somewhere.

I believe this Bodhi Tree knows…
As does the elder Oak
Why else invite sitting?

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On the Trail - Life's Gates

Silent, yet sounding
You asked… how, why, what, when, where
To parents present...

Atmosphere living
Grabbing experiences
Family teachings

With taught imprintings 
How to live future, prepared 
By societies;

Base value teachings...
Who truly rules the roost
‘Well, God and Country’.

Curiosities...
Atmosphere fits challenges
Integrating fun

So childhood passes
Occasions creating much
Opportunity!

Cause... many effects
Beginning rebellions
Meet false imprintings;

Secure foundations
Crumble under new findings
Nature intervenes.

School fades away
Picking from free choice 
Next curiosity’s

Diversities reign
Imprinters no more present
Freedom shakes your hand.

___*___

Wilderness trekking
One finds Nature’s atmosphere’s
Sensing disciplines

You then find new truths
Things missed, not sensed right before
Creating bridges

New causeways of life
New equations set to need 
Freedom’s subtleties 

Land flows and puddles
Excitements find new hotels
Missed formal rest stops

Living by fresh streams
Time-chunk pools rented for rest
Disturbing, the rich

Peace’s and chaos
Masters crack imprinting whips 
“Leave us ours alone!” 

You ask...’what is mine’
As what was found is real truth
Time for final choice.

___*___

As in time’s before... 
Days fold into days
Into elder days. 

Atmosphere’s there are
Covered in clouds you allowed
So settle you down

Facing debriefings
Still living through old habits
Children imprinting...

As was done to you
So you do freely to them
Best to rest easy.

Universe vibrates
Chaos remains free to lie
Spinning this world ‘round.

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Trails To Higher Inner, then Outer, 'Self' Understanding

I: Doorway to the Master Trail 

Using English, most all are aware of I, me, Me, My, and Mine
My and Mine being possessive, each own ‘stuff’ outside Self.

For this journey, we want to stay strictly personal, within the Self.

So, the doorway question 
Leading to greater Understandings lies in…

The difference between I, me, and Me.

To this Cheshire question... 
Apply yourself searching out ‘your’ own answer 
One that ’your heart, mind, and soul together’ find true.

True to you
Your own being.

Again, In this, look for, search for, and find
Your own serving Gate providing answer 
With the key to the Gate, increased 'Self' Understanding.
 
Write these three questions down...

Who am I? 
Who am me?
Who am, or are Me?

Speak them out loud, feel the separation?
Even possibly a disconnect between them.

Think on this
The separation, distance...

OK, interesting, “I” resonates
However, we are moving deeper than this.

So, write after speaking 
Addressing Self…

Explain the meaning of each of these three questions...

Who am I? 
Who am me?
Who am, or are Me?

Word by word writing them down
Repeating each question within 3 separate columns…

Columns with each a labelled heading… Space, Place, and Time.

Write your answer to each question
In the appropriate column.

You will then have 9 answers.

Who am I in this Space? 
Who am me in this Space?
Who am, or are Me in this Space?

Who am I in this Place? 
Who am me in this Place?
Who am, or are Me in this Place?

Who am I in this Time? 
Who am me in this Time?
Who am, or are Me in this Time?

Read and study what you have written about your Self
(Hint: Where is your true Self in all this?)

When, as understanding answers come
Following your learnings, then apply wisdom.

Taking a step up... 
Learning to understand fully this phrase...

Who am ’I’ truly in Space, Place, and Time?
This One more than me, or Me.

Let your own curiosity take you on from there
With How, What, Where, and When
Am ’I’ truly in Space, Place, and Time?

Then address... Why?
Follow that trail
It will lead finally to another Gate.

Spoiler: Secret key learned to opening that gate 
Is a four letter word
One that is also it’s own Gate.

I will not spoil it for you.

I leave that for you to find
It will bring deep tears to your eyes and senses

Answered... you will never be the same.

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Time

The play of balance
Between Infinite Chaos,
Infinite Nothing

In this comma spot
Games of Time are well played out 
As Balance wavers.

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In Betweens

There must be always
Room for wild and free humor
Laughing at ourselves...

We do cry enough
Trying to better ourselves
In this journeying

Living together
This magnificent planet
Manifesting dreams

Beyond what we know
All, curious, within dreams
Searching for what's real.

So the days do pass
Perhaps Nature too, learning...
Higher Self-being.

____*____

Find comfort in this
Skirting Chaos like we do...
Better than Nothing.

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The Blessed Best Choice

Angel’s discontent
Want more Earth experience
God made health workers.		

                                         ___*___


Angels of Sun’s light
Health servers to old and sick
Liveable days make

Examples… living
Showing man’s caring for man
Unselfish gifting 

Helping others live
Prime examples for us all
Not just days, years.

                                          ___*___

Health has many saints
Fighting devil’s many ills
Would more be like them.

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Nursing Home memories - Room mates I

Old Harry, Hungry

Elder Harry was happy
Excited to eat, like a child versus old
Cookie was first stuffed, eagerly eating

Following was rest of his dinner
Pasta, was told

First, sharp loud coughing from Harry  was sounding
Splashing vomit erupting following with flows
With no one there warning

‘Hey everybody, better hold closed your mouth
And hold fast your nose’.

Like a shot out of darkness
Any extra food up, and out was thrown
Leaving none left to swallow
As poor Harry groaned

With loud coughing as chorus
Carrying the river…

Churning projectiles
Filled up back Harry’s plate as he moaned

While I, right there by him
Hearing, not seeing the ruckus
Made a very quick exit 

In the closing off of my fertile mind...
Thankful for other’s actions
Relieving my duty…

                                        ___*___

I looked once again at my plate
Suddenly not hungry, a sign...

No cookie for me
Thus sent back to the kitchen

With full plate not eating
No longer wanting food to send. 

                                        ___*___

And now, I eat much faster
While Harry still looks at his plate…

If one of us is slower
Won’t be me hearing Harry’s mistake.

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Quiet Charity

What good charities lie in men unsung
Who fortune smiled on loud and long?

Quiet, do some share their wealth ‘til done
To help the poorest of us, get along.

Wish I as they were, as they humbly are
Quiet charity lessons unselfish given

As kindness returns, kindness’s spread far 
Back to those serving, as they too are driven.

For surely yes, when ill befalls
When they too, take their sorry turn at debt

Balance returns, scales equal weigh
As chaos, and nothing, again equal set.