("Multiculturalism Merit Badge", 2010, original oil)
It’s the little things you notice
That make other little things in life shine.
Like an overflowing outhouse somewhere else
Makes the flush toilet at home seem great
And how this little thing
Makes you appreciate the greatness of a life
You may have disparaged out of familiarity.
The bottom line is it can always be worse,
But as our day to day life just gets better,
Softer and more luxurious
It’s easy to see our life as terrible
When others see it as blessed.
So which is it? Whose subjective view?
Beauty, comfort and appreciation,
Is always in the eye of the beholder.
Go with the flow they say,
Appreciate what you’ve got,
Because it can always get worse…
(8/16/26)
An hour in hospital is'n like hour walking beside or on the beach!
(“In the Beginning There Was the Word and the Word Was Good”, 2019, original pen and ink)
The All Good, The All Inclusive
Under the umbrella of relative truth
Is the absolute truth
That despite appearances
It’s all good.
Everything has its place
In a conscious universe
Where responsiveness
Is the prime directive.
Huh? I hear you ask.
Everything happens as it is
To perfectly match our needs.
All religions, philosophies, mythologies and lifestyles
Meeting the need of whoever finds it attractive.
This doesn’t mean it’s relatively good,
As clearly some styles and choices are bad,
It means it’s absolutely good
Simply because it’s absolutely inclusive.
Because the definition of the Universe
Of Life itself
Includes everything.
(9/2/25)
Life moves ever forward
Every minute that passes
It changes ever so slightly
Stepping closer
Step by step
Til the steps fade out into the night
Millions of them start and end
Like droplets of rain
Eventually they evaporate
Into clouds they form
And soon they'll fall, again and again
INEVITABILITY AND MORAL RELATIVITY
They say war is inevitable, and will always, with us, be;
But this audacious, mendacious attitude is not for you and me:-
Dropping Satanic murderous bombs on babes can’t germinate peace;
Such Sodomon and Germoria demonic skewing must now cease:-
What we must ensure to be inevitably true, is the falling eggs of peace
from above;
Dropping and bursting all over the earth below as they are released
from God's dove:-
Time is coming when mankind here on this weary earth will soon face
true inevitability,
And will then realize the consuming digestive neutralization of mendacious
moral relativity:-
It’s the age of relativity
Wrong is right, there is no light
Destruction is construction’s mirror
Liberty's hair's turned white
Albert Einstein
did like to brashly on physics opine
but when told he could be so insensitive
he said, who cares, everything is relative
What Einstein dreamed in his drowsy brain
would’ve driven any normal person insane.
He saw God with a face to be feared,
yelling, "I already told you, e equals mc squared!
Albert! How many times do I have to explain!"
Yesterday’s absolutes
all relative today
Every path inviting ~
stumbles on its way
Good and evil
Is relative by itself
It's like a pregnant fish
The womb has countless
Caviars inside anytime soon
To be released to the world
Imagine the propagation of life
Imagine also the casualties of death
That this world could have imagine.
Albert Einstein
In science he did shine
With great perceptivity
He gave us the theory of relativity
Relativity was buzzin'
With many theories, a dozen?
He took it a bit far
Some found it quite bizarre
When he married his own cousin!
Einstein met his first wife in school
He found her to be real cool
But he divorced her soon
To relativity's tune!
A snail makes his home inside a shell.
"My home", I say, "is a living hell".
A snail without a shell's a slug.
"I guess, my home's not so bad", I shrug.
Time clearly moves faster as we age
(as we slow down and the years accumulate),
for the simple reason that each unit becomes smaller
relative to our life.
At one year’s old that year makes up 100% of our experience,
while at four it becomes 25%,
at fifty 2%, and at one hundred just 1%...
And so life races on, an avalanche of sorts
of all we have accumulated.
It’s simple math,
but just as our situational awareness places our body in space
(and thus helps us drive, as the car becomes an extension of us)
so are we placed in time
by all the years contained in our body-mind.
And yet, inversely as we age there is less of us to go around
less of our neural net to spare for new experiences and memories,
and so those of our youth remain formative
sometimes larger-than-life
while the present as we age become ever more fleeting
insignificant even, to the point of senility.
So, life goes on, within us and without us,
and our experience of it speeds up as we slow down
(and so correlatively slows as we speed up);
Einstein had a simple theory about this
which maybe came from just observing his life.
(10/30/23)
RELATIVITY
surrounded
by contrast
with the extraordinary
marking
the moment
visually
interesting
with jagged
with lines
of graffiti
wrinkles
in
its depths
a fire
blazes
a strange
ritual
of established
in the mirror
are wonderously
narrowed
yet
barely resolved
into
the shadow
of
existential
intensity
touching
compassion
tender
kind& vulnerable
deeper
than
the presence
of
a living
consciousness
so tangible
this
emotional presence
full of mystey
when seen
afresh
opens
the senses
& imagination
to reveal
an insight
of universal
vulnerability
& tragedy
easier than seems
getting lost within our dreams
is this what it means
to exist on this planet
bit more conscious than granite
the fear of being
where there's no guaranteeing
things we're believing
like the gods in the heavens
evil is caused by devils
amid the chaos
hold tight what is dear to most
entertain old ghosts
quickly choosing not to see
all that is or soon will be
completely reject
our universal connect
base human concept
fabricate different course
deny coming from the source
bound to each other
'til being pulled asunder
by the next number
just cosmic dust in the sky
we exist until we die
children of the stars
sometimes forget what we are
have evolved this far
unthinking spin through cosmos
truth turning into pathos
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