The drum roll
beats out control
in a game
of warped reframe.
On a coiling balustrade
plays meister masquerade
to craft the will
at bellowed drill.
Docile rule
disarms to fool.
With artful ruse
the vapid lose.
Cuddle Meister built a special bed for princess Bea.
She sleeps differently than the likes of you and me.
Bea is a monarch, she was birthed from parents of royalty.
She will sleep well tonight said the Cuddle Meister. You will see.
Today I am inclined
To be thankful for prayer of any kind
For we never know how a prayer…any prayer
might help someone when times are tough…
In the words of Meister Eckhart
If the only prayer you ever say in your entire life is thank you
that thank you is enough
huge silence
There is a huge silence within each of us, beckoning us back into itself.
—attributed to Meister Eckhart
it’s always there
waiting to be noticed
the fathomless well
calling me inward
into the heart
of the heart
I swim down
deeper
find silence’s support
how it buoys
how it thirsts,
welcoming
those who remember—
held by the depth
thankful, I bow
" When the Soul wants to experience
something she throws out an image
in front of her and then steps into it."
Meister Eckhart
Little bits
spin off like sparks
from a grinding wheel,
as if you are
being honed to fit
the dimentions of
an ideal, the template
of a saved soul.
Sometimes too much
is taken off, ground down
to where the will
is compromised into
a compliant automaton,
flesh stripped back
to gears.
And the lie is sanctified
as holy writ,
god becoming little more
than a product
pumped out of the factories
of earthly prophets.
The cat was crazy, so we named him Craze Meister Threes.
He was irrational, a fire ball who took down Christmas Trees.
Why did you name him Three’s? My mother asked concerned.
It’s because he has three times three lives, we easily discerned.
Craze Meister Threes was a runaway tornado and storm.
He took no prisoners, and kept our feet cozy and warm.
We woke up sometimes with his harem of ladies in our bed.
We did not know if they had shots, or if they were betrothed or wed.
Can large white tom cats have more than one wife? I asked my vet.
He rolled his disgusted blue eyes; he thought I had a despicable pet.
Craze Meister Threes had bit his finger off, and it had turned pee brown.
He had never forgiven him, but there was only one vet in our town.
Take that monster to cat day care, my mother said, I will pay the way.
So we took Craze Meister Threes to Cat City that very next Wednesday.
He gets to go three times a week, and he loves it like his kitty crunch.
When he gets home he is so tired, all he can do is lie in a heap or a bunch.
She is the sue-meister of the neighborhood.
She has sued almost all of us.
We do not invite her to our neighborhood barbeques any more
Possibly for this reason
Or it could be because she is caustic and mean
It is a toss-up really.
Journeying through a pandemic
with nary a step
fear kept her home
for way too many days
She devoured her books
until they fell off of their spines
feeling more alone now
wishing she had bought a Kindle or I-pad
Writing became an obsession
for there was no one to call
She had alienated everyone years earlier
Been written off as not interested
She expired gladly on a Tuesday at two
Her cat Morgan-Meister followed suit
After the water ran out
For she had closed the toilet.
Would you take a dollar?
No.
Okay. Thanks.
Would you take a fifty-cent piece?
No.
Okay. Thanks.
Would you take a quarter?
No.
Okay. Thanks.
The haggler has no idea how to haggle really, the
vendor thinks, not realizing she gets more things for
a dollar, a fifty cent piece and a quarter than anyone
else in the world.
The buyer leaves with her dollar intact.
There is another garage sale two houses down, right?
Would you take a dollar?
No.
Okay. Thanks.
Would you take a fifty-cent piece?
No.
Okay. Thanks.
Would you take a quarter?
Yes. Sure.
Thank you very much! I love it!
Never Nice To Her
Of nothing burgers moron was a meister;
They said he is a fool and some shyster
Saw statistics;
Went ballistics;
When she he knew never is nice to her.
Jim Horn
"It is the year of the coq"
Said Alice from Dallas
"Rooster rhymes with booster
and gallus with phallus"
Ladies, prepare for a goose
Grope Meister Trump's on the loose
Not one clucking request
Will ever feather your nest
The Russians gave him a boost
So Grope Meister Trump rules the roost
But if you follow his lead,
"You're fired", with no chicken feed!
The Coq struts and crows
But forgets what he owes
To everyone in the coop
Who did not know "dupe" from poop!
In the Meister Halle
The Geist of musicians
Feed on Zeit
Father God, as I look into your beautiful eyes
They are so brilliant, loving, kind, peaceful, faithful, and forever wise
There in your pupils are so many shades of blue
My heart and soul aches for you
I see the world begging and pleading for your return
I also see the hands of times turn
Lost souls and forgiving spirits craving your attention
Through your eyes I marvel and I can’t grasp the beauty of all your creations
As my tears roll down my face, that stare you give me such an inviting embrace
No one in ten gazillion life times can ever take your place
Unconsciously, I feel all my worries, pains, grief, stress, and anxiety suddenly leave me
I never felt so safe and free
Joy just came over my whole body, mind, and spirit
That look into your eyes I not only see it, I feel it, I can also hear it
As I drop to my knees to give you praise
Father God I love you forever and all of my days
The eye through which I see God is the same eye through which God sees me; my eye and God's eye are one eye, one seeing, one knowing, one love.
Meister Eckhart quotes
Head honcho, forever bristling
Bleached exterior, this mask of
countenance
Princey, let me kiss you, my liege
We are only Men in Black -
Chieftain for the cause
Priest of neoclassism
Maestro of Propriety
You are.
He stamps and huff - truth or
farce?
This I do not know - I heard
Still the serprent, however sly leaves a print
It slithers - yes, and leaves a print -
Wiil Imposer
Chief Impostor
Usurper
You are.
Head honcho of feline wit
Your back never rests next to our
feet
This bloated extremity of covetousness
Is bottomless, an abyss, a vacuum -
Pathetic dominus
Bringer of Locusts
Cowrie counter
You are
Truly you desire this:
My lips pressed to your rear
My face mopping the earth
My nails digging the crust
The Goddess' emissary
Meister of duplicity
Exalted Prince
You are.
Dork-wang, doo-meister---
Words of ridicule, insult
That are demeaning
Russell Sivey
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