Clouds arise from the seas to
quench thirst of earth in rain.
Yet some parts remain parched
praying for due share of water.
Ironically excess rain also floods
destroying homes and lives.
Flood afflicted pray for less rains
to minimise their watery sorrows.
In imbalance created by nature
living beings are forced to adapt.
It is, indeed, difficult to tame nature
Let alone fully understand its cues.
After centuries of reckless destruction
we have not learnt our lessons yet.
We need to preserve nature and
bring it back to its pristine glory.
Protecting endangered species, planting trees for higher green cover
may help regulate rains and halt
adverse impacts of climate change.
a single stone
placed on the scale~
the smallest weight
we offer to explain
why we did
what we did.
At Nambucca heads, upon the shore are the beds where oysters were galore
I climbed upon them ragged rocks just
A kid, I got a shock, i slipped and fell and
Out i reached, grabbing the boulders
As i lost my feet.' Now oyster shells new
And old; are sharp and cut, some blood did spurt from my right hand that steadied me against worse hurt.'
So i had luck indeed i see, and learned a
Lesson for life; as you might see?)
Life is a balance - between things and matters - generally speaking!
Without a doubt Life is absolutely filled
With moments of the sublime
Moments which come from somewhere
And somehow never ever really disappear
Even when something else comes along
Something coarse and loud
Able to drown out everything before
The sublime is still there
Patiently waiting, unflappable, nonjudgemental
Waiting till the room stills
And its own light can be seen again.
Yin and yang you may say
Or something closer to home
The mood swings of a child
Or anxious broken hearted lover
But still only the passing phases
That make a life not only interesting
But sublimely worth living.
(7/25/26)
Every journey
carries
its own arrival
folded inside
what it first
let go.
A stone kept
the other pocket.
The skip
noticed neither.
A bridge
pretends
to be its arch.
The span,
hung in chains,
remembers.
The ladder
offers
one rung
to tomorrow,
one
to yesterday.
Both feet
know.
The escape hatch
grows lighter
without opening.
The room
learns
its counterweight.
The kite
believes
the string
is holding it.
The string
believes
the wind.
Neither
touches the sky.
The grandfather clock
unwinds
its weight
until
the floor
begins to listen.
One day
the other pocket
forgot
its stone.
The hand
didn't.
The Ocean of emotion waves Longing pleas.
Anchor your soul. Take time to figure things out.
Remember the Crimson hopes that no one sees.
Put Spring in your heart and erase all worries.
May those heavy clouds not weigh you down with doubt.
The Ocean of emotion waves Longing pleas.
Dreams do matter, but stick to realities.
So many real things call for a joyous shout!
Remember the Crimson hopes that no one sees.
Stand on that Bridge overlooking memories
To ease your Longing. There's much to talk about.
The Ocean of emotion waves Longing pleas.
Bop like the bouys and maintain your buoyancy.
Frighten negativity. Give it a clout!
Remember the Crimson hopes that no one sees.
Put Spring in your heart and erase all worries.
Anchor your soul. Take time to figure things out.
The Ocean of emotion waves longing pleas.
Remember the Crimson hopes that no one sees.
13th July 2026 ~ Weekly Wheel
It is easy to miss the small things
In the hurried pursuit of money.
Yet we need it to survive and to thrive,
A reality none can deny.
It swallows our time, which cannot be reclaimed,
And is often called the root of all evil.
Though money itself is a necessary tool,
It is the love of it that leads us to greed,
Harming our hearts and the lives that we lead.
Remember this truth and hold it near:
Money is simply a tool in our hands,
Meant to improve our lives and the lives of those near.
We entered this earth with nothing at all,
And when called to the Father, we leave it behind.
So while we work to make it, let us also make time —
For the small joys of life, for family moments,
For helping our neighbors with open hearts kind.
In this balance we find what truly matters most.
we teeter on the balance
of the scales of life
our soul saccades between polarity
right from wrong
left from right
observing an examination
of nature versus divinity
the weight of intention burdens the act
absence of regret is the conception of arrogance
obsession with opportunity is request for heedlessness
Balance
Biodiversification is important
Because it creates a
Balance
Between
Bacteria and
Benzylpenicillin. This can be a major problem if one develops
Bronchial pneumonia and has significant
Bronchoconstriction. Some forms of the
Bacillus can be resistant to this form of penicillin which can
Be
Bad for patients so afflicted. The
Best thing they can do is have a
Bronchoscopy as soon as possible and use a
Bronchodilator to help them
Breathe easier and take a
Benzodiazepine to calm their anxiety. Perhaps the some
Brainstorming a new
Bioavailable drug will appear. If not, this is all
Bull durham
I distrust anything that requires charging but isn’t at 100%
I plan to flirt with sincerity
only to withdraw it
like an unwanted handshake.
This is a love poem that distrusts love.
A relative of mine fell in love
with his late-night waitress at waffle house.
She had a way of taking an order.
She wasn’t rushed, she understood his choices,
and her apron reminded him of his mama.
He felt seen and cared for - isn’t that what we all want?
All love blooms on the edge of hazard.
How could I, in my busy and less-than virtuous youth
have ever solved the riddle-like mystery of his love?
Our truth has always been balanced
his admiring but chaste love with
my sweaty and frictional passion.
My love is honest - upon heaven I swear it.
I hate the wind that chafes him,
the sun that burns him,
and the sand that roughs him.
If our love should die,
it’s important to note,
the gun was in both of our hands.
And eventually, should some AI lover replace him
he’ll be missed, forever-ish.
.
.
Songs for this:
Gravity Blues by Geese
Bust Your Knee Caps by Pomplamoose
Chained to the Rhythm by Nataly Dawn & Sarah Clanton
Balance
is the effort
to keep it
all even~
A storybook
progression of
action pursuing
an ideal~
Usually shaky
at best as
separation
keeps it off
Balance~~
in me was free
when all four elements
worked in congruity
mind over matter
things that splatter
shapes that shift
a mind that drifts
love that spreads
a heart that dreads
longing that lingers
chocolate on your fingers
sweetness of life
lingering strife
faith that sustains
grace that breaks chains
A quiet dare to every fear that said I shouldn't chase this thrill,
each shaky push a promise that I'd bend the board to my own skill.
The concrete hummed beneath me like it knew I'd come to rise,
and every wobble taught me how to trust the fire behind my eyes.
The park became my canvas, every ramp a line to trace my name,
each rail a chance to rewrite chapters where I once felt small or tame.
Falls turned into teachers, bruises into proof I showed up strong,
and every scrape reminded me I've had resilience all along.
I learned to carve with courage, letting motion pull me through,
discovering that age can't cage the part of me that still feels new.
There's art in every risk I take, in every trick I dare to start,
because there's always more to learn when you ride with an open heart.
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