Loving you from miles away,
A missing piece of life today.
A ripped-out page that none can sew,
Save for the only hand I knew.
Yet waiting is a blessing told,
To heal the page and shape the mold.
This quest for you will never cease,
Till present moments bring us peace.
We were on a side quest. I wanted some cool, fresh
cherries to savor as we strolled hot Saint Tropez.
So we were in a grocery store, in the township,
I was pushing a shopping cart along the frozen food aisle
when suddenly my feet flew out from under me and I
took a hard, embarrassing, backward spill.
Peter was shocked - “What?!” He exclaimed.
One second I was up and the next I was on my back.
It was like a lightning strike or a film edit, I was like WTF?
I was in flip-flops and there was a puddle of water.
I was fine, if scuffed up - thank god I wasn’t in a dress.
I got right up, I mean I’m not a 90-year-old lady.
And after a second we walked on, only to be swarmed,
a moment later, by the store manager and his minions
- “Are you ok?” He asked, scrubbing his hands.
“Yes, I’m fine - no, I don’t want to fill out a report”
My left big-toe was swollen and bleeding - so no running
along the beach this morning - now THAT seemed weird.
I guess it was more of a back-side quest.
.
.
A song for this:
Helter Skelter by the Beatles
Trouble Me by 10,000 Maniacs
the quest continues in many ways
but the truth is never found
myriad things have been spoken
but the mystery remains in silence,
thundering rain cleansed the surface
deep down further the reality flows,
generations shall crawl, live and die,
without a glimpse of eternal’s clues,
prophets, books and cries for prayers,
like howling wolves to the moon,
in quest of that which is unknown,
they shall all perish, eons will roll,
but that hidden truth-
who is to know?
The journey of the hero
Is both in and out simultaneously
As above so below
Since the nature of reality
Is its nonduality
Everything has a light
And everything a shadow
How could it be otherwise
As we occupy this space
With presence
Dreaming always dreaming
We spin our tales
Weaving a web to catch what?
A glimpse of something divine
The wick our candle burns around
The spark that ignites our consciousness
A something that is no thing
Before there was a Self to seek
The hero’s journey is out and in
There and back again
A mind forever questing
A grail made holy
By the quest
The mystery of manifestation
Made manifest
Sun made flesh and fiber
You could say
And in so doing
Once again simply
Miss the mark
(6/6/26)
Your majesty, our Mwami,
Where is your Mwamihood?
As the greatest hero of our land,
You let our people suffer,
Trading our future in the shadows,
Like a nation lost to darkness.
And so you flee to distant shores,
Abandoning our struggling souls.
Your majesty, our Mwami,
Where is the honor you once knew
Jazz: The Eternal Quest
In the smoky jazz haze of days gone by, Masters stood, their spirits soaring high, Miles, Monk, Coltrane—voices bold and free, in their minds, the seeds of destiny/
Jazz players fueled the fire’s glow, inventing new ways to make the soul flow. Each note a question, each rhythm a quest, Pushing boundaries, never at rest/
Today’s young cats, with history in their veins, learn from the giants, embrace the gains, Education sharp, their ears wider, in jazz’s river, they ride the tide to forever/
They chase the sound that’s bigger, fuller, truer, a deeper groove, a bolder view, to craft a world where the spirit’s free, Jazz’s future, a mystery/
So, next gig, let your sound transcend, seek that edge, that magic blend, for jazz’s soul is endless, vast, and grand—A timeless dance, forever unplanned/
Inwardly
searching
and seeking harmony
part of me
lives to dance
across the vast expanse
that crosses
all boundaries
finally an awakening
realizing im not alone
we're prone to grow valuable
in the light of whats shown
but still we're seeking value
in the eyes of a universe
that keeps us under the thumb
of its inescapable curse
I've learned
the world turns
dips and swerves
in a blur
solar flares
they burn
but have no fear
we still preserve
and push
through the night's
extended reach
while we keep
the knowledge
within each
is a key to eternity
certainly...
above the light
of a galaxy fading
we're ascending
and communing
among
a crowd
of interstellar
heavenly beings
and the clouds
are now receding
while the blind
are now seeing
revealing the currents
of fallen leaves
we glide upon
endlessly
while reshaping
the dust
from the rust
of all that has passed
and like
a script of Sanskrit
these words
will everlast
The grail doesn't give you the glory you want
The glory is a void
How is it to own what you want
And to be hungry nonetheless
The grail is not a treasure you want
You won't shine like an emerald
Don't get lost on this quest
But die into peace
No-one attains the grail
No-one attains the peace
Lift your sight and see
Clouds lurking into the skyline
The rain will destroy the roads
You'd take and make you return
If you don't tap into wisdom
The clouds will obscure your star
And no one will take you home
So think twice, think thrice
That the grail won't give you the glory you seek
Here’s my constant personal quest
To do what's best midst trying test
Praying always to reach the crest
Begging God's help to prevail
Resting on Him when I fail...
My heart keeps on by divine grace
Triumphantly running life's race
Or patiently taking slow pace
Along stewardship terrain
Toward faith's partnership gain...
My soul strives for jubilant aim
Vibrant in sharing kindness-flame
Radiant while smiting gloom's shame
Glowing with hope despite woe
Conquering angst and sorrow...
Faith now soars for reaching-out height
Trusting the Lord Who shows blest light
Directed from selfishness-blight
Freed by rhythm of love's deed
Helping joyfully indeed...
Here am I with my gracious vow
So yielded as mercies allow
Knowing not every why and how
Since the Almighty does care
He reigns over my welfare...
Everything is well.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Footsteps fade to dust~
canyon hums its old reply.
What was I seeking?
The wind carries back my name,
worn smooth as the river's stones.
Edmund Hillary, we are told,
climbed Everest in the days of old.
Likewise, while all mankind slumbers,
my quest is to count the numbers.
I'll start with one, but I won't be free
until I reach infinity.
I live on an island in the Pacific region
The largest body of water is the OCEAN
Like, can we be more Pacific?
I think Christopher Columbus got lost
Because the directions were not pacific
Oh, excuse me, the Pacific Ocean
Where you will find the small islands (Micronesia)
Where you will find the black islands (Melanesia),
Where you will find the many islands (Polynesia)
Generally, the islanders are like coconuts
So hard on the outside
But succulent on the inside
Yet they always end up wanting Samoa
Get this,
An assault by an Islander
is called a Hawaiian Punch
At times, these islands need a therapist when they are in a tropical depression
Some islands have sunk
Oh no do not laugh
That is not funny atoll
Sea yourself out
Therefore, I live on an island
A small island
I am a MICRO
I mean, how can I get more pacific than that?
When conscious of who I was and who I am delivered,
A sense of giving all my all, where previously I quivered.
I tried my best in all I did, through challenges diverse,
While others walked on smoother paths — for better, or for worse.
Though they had their problems, I watched them on the quest,
And when they died, it’s said of them, they truly did their best.
It puzzled me each time they passed, where silently I fell,
Pondering their journey — to heaven through a hell?
Guess so many try their best in everything they do,
Persevering and persisting, primely pushing through.
This unpredictable life with challenges, driven by mere hope,
And hope is hard to hold, down that shifty slope.
However, we're not good enough if we do not aim;
To float along should be wrong, such a shabby shame.
However, when my angel comes and carries me in rest,
I understand myself: they'll brand, “She did her very best.”
— Rest in Peace
I'll find you someday somehow
My mind's set I'll stop at nothing
There's no obstacle too daunting
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
Journey of Life
Life is a fleeting gift, a quest,
Where shadows dance to find their nest,
We rise and fall, like waves onshore,
Let`s hail the present, seek no more
Find beauty in strife, learn from tears,
As life is a journey, so dear.
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