Said he, “Life is but a short journey, a dead end at best and over all too fast,
but along the way admire the view, enjoy the ride while it may last.
No ifs ands or buts, there are no shortcuts, we all fall by the same sword
and the race well run, from the starting gun, is its own reward.
The turning of the wheels wounds all heels, and in time, all wounds it heals,
so fill your heart for until you do, you're merely filling time
meanwhile the dial is really killing you.
As all you have is the now and here,
learn to burn the midnight oil, while down the drain the days disappear.
Can't stop the sands, hold the hands of time, or turn back the clock,
you won't see the same mistakes or heartaches
if you look at love as the key, and life as the lock.
For there is no daylight savings, as time awaits no man,
if time is money, no matter how much you save, you'll spend all you can,
doing this and doing that, to pass the time of day,
and there right before your eyes, the time of your life will pass away.”
Categories:
shortcuts, age, death, fate, life,
Form: Rhyme
When we are driven by greed and not need,
heart is consumed by cravings of ego
and although conscience continues to plead,
demons of desire we’re loathe to forgo.
If we but take time out and gentle thought,
shifting inward our attention focus,
we find we’re at peace, no longer fear fraught,
ambling joyfully along love’s locus.
Our soul becomes what we prioritise,
so if God search is our quest, let fears rest
and renounce desires as do sages wise,
that we may be by caress divine blessed.
There are no shortcuts; we must walk the talk ~
Choose love and light, oh hermit; do not balk
Categories:
shortcuts, spiritual,
Form: Sonnet
No shortcuts lead to places worth exploring,
No instant wins, no sudden outpouring,
But patience, perseverance, gentle pace,
Create a journey adorned with fervent grace.
Behold the majestic tree, so wide and tall,
Once but a seed, so tender and so small,
It faced the winds, the storms that did assail,
Yet with time's embrace, it flourished without fail.
So the iconic building in the ground did rise,
As a sky rise structure, ascending up to the skies,
Yet each brick, each step, a marvel to behold,
From humble origins, a story to be told.
Like a journey of a thousand miles, slowly,
Begins with just a single step, courageously,
Progress may seem so slow to show-up
Yet, breakthroughs happen, if we don’t give-up.
So take that first step, bold and unafraid,
With faith as your compass, unswayed,
For with the God of miracles by your side,
Each step will be a miraculous safe stride.
Categories:
shortcuts, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
Can’t just jump to the finish line
Need to put in the work along the way
Would be nice to only reap the gains
But no shortcuts despite what others say
Progress needs to build upon itself
Can’t just jump to the finish line
Collecting credits creates compounding
Building up as our thoughts begin to shine
Focus on improving the inputs
The outputs will come in due time
Can’t just jump to the finish line
Must start at the trailhead for our climb
After reaching the summit we may
Realize the mosaic in the puzzle design
Stop to reflect before scaling a new mountain
Because we can’t just jump to the finish line
Categories:
shortcuts, analogy, encouraging, inspiration,
Form: Rhyme
Continuous consciousness correction
Moment to moment, all moments entwined
Becoming thus our orientation
Continuous consciousness correction
With the pulse of love in resonation
Clear light dawns as deepest truth are divined
Continuous consciousness correction
Moment to moment, all moments entwined
22-June-2021
Categories:
shortcuts, love, spiritual, truth,
Form: Triolet
Today I'm starting over again
With yet another chance.
To broaden my horizons
Although my years advanced
My competition undefeated
Always likes to race
That ageless legendary man
With numbers on his face
I passed this way, before today
Traveling with him, my friend
But stopped to take a break, per say
Without informing him
Rerouting several hundred times
With shortcuts he's in sight
Determined this time to pass him by
Or least ways reunite
With a lot of focus and some hocus pocus
I will get there first
Unless, instead, I drop dead
And have to catch a hearse
The problem is we can't agree
Who decides the winner
But two things are certain
He ain't hurtin'
And cheaters are always the worst
written at age 60 during freshman orientation at college
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
Categories:
shortcuts, humor, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme