Heavy skies
later summer's day
winds pick up
across the bay
tide creeps in
white-breasted birds
fly off from a wire
suddenly the world
turns upside down
all is not what it seems
what to believe in this
time and space
still looking for grace
for wisdom for
the key to reality
as thunder rumbles
across the sea
on gravitational waves
of tranquility and peace
Sunday dinners
playing songbook songs
sung by Tony B.
thanks for the memories
and all that jazz
jamming with Bill Evans
Sharon and all the rest
or with Ellington's band
at Westbury
in the round
who knew Tony
had the blues
left over from the war
nearly led to his demise
until he had a reprise
to find a new audience
to keep the Great American
Songbook alive though
he's been long gone
from the stage
and now this life
I remember Tony
never say goodbye
Breezes off the bay
carry songs of
eternal youth
saying come with us
across the distant seas
a peaceful place for
everyone under the sun
the apogee of this
moment where everything
stands still as if in a
dream in the dawn
of time out of mind
as silent voices rise
of summer sirens
Sky falls of rain
coming down again
off in the distance
storm clouds gather
on the outskirts
of town where
something lingers
in the shadows
of the night
faint sounds
of sonatas
and hosannas
to the One
when all else fails
as sky falls of rain
come down again
Living in the light
shining within
the heart and soul
hold the truth
a telltale sign
of the universal mind
where reason reins
a quantum scheme
plain to see
reality unfold
in geometric designs
in the fabric of time
beyond the pearly gates
where entropy
awaits all things
in space
Energy and matter
convert to one another
as if a love sublime
making waves while
little chills and fevers
of pleasure ripple down
my spine every time
you're by my side
here in spacetime
where dreams carry
us away into
the universal mind
back down roads
and roads
singing songs of
salvation and surrender
to a love sublime
Icons falling all around
like stars over Alabama
Oh, to write a standard line
like Johnny Mercer
or sing like Sinatra
would you hear my voice
in the still of the night
as the shadow of
your smile lingers
in the rarified air
over the moon
beyond heaven's gate
where love lies
waiting to be found
Lying in Savasana
under the winter sun
mindful of the one
true glory of it all
another secret story
waiting to unfold
like cold rain and snow
sung so long ago
another time and place
lost without a trace
where memories linger
as if an empty page
waiting to be written
in the book of life
of love and happiness
ours for the taking
once we awaken
to ringing bells
reminding us
to love one another
The space between us
the stuff of life
separating you and me
distant particles
across the galaxy
spooky action and all
so fundamental
muons, bosons, and quarks
shooting out sparks
of consciousness
here on earth
the place of our birth
where fate awaits
beyond the empty
space between us
The hunter prances
under a crescent moon
quivers in tow while
further down the road
in the real gone world
guitar gods are mere mortals
playing something like
cause we've ended as lovers
in perfect three-part harmony
when all is said and done
the bells ring for everyone
under the sun subatomic
particles are all there is
the stuff of life across
the expansive universe
with many mansions
to rest our weary
hearts and minds from
these random thoughts
of constellations
Winter night sky
putting on a show
Saturn Jupiter and Mars
all in a row
tugging at my soul
meanwhile thinking about
the wonder of it all
the mystery of life
of faith
of eternity
the laws of entropy
what to believe
a cosmic reality
for all to see
perfect harmony
in the shadows
of moonlight
roundabout midnight
a peaceful paradise
for you and me
Looking for grace
in the time of corona
to save the people
a return back liberty
to live more freely
unbound
unbroken
when the truth
can be spoken
without fear of reprisal
and retribution
from the thought police
and media elites
posing as experts
on the wire
propagandists all
while the rest of
us mere mortals
are longing
to be forgiven
still looking for grace
Sitting in contemplation
seeking solace
in the universal mind
searching my heart
for signs of peace
in a world gone wrong
listening for the sound
of my inner voice
telling me what’s real
when all I hear are lies
gossip and smears
on social media
on cable news networks
on Capitol Hill
in a country run by fools
saying power to the people
but not for me and you
while down on the farm
they are spoon-feeding
the sheep political
pornography
unable to think freely
or question authority
when all I know is
the truth is within me
I am what I am
seeking solace
sitting in contemplation
I am taking refuge
on an Island of mind
Refuge from
the real gone world
Refuge from
lies of our leaders
Refuge from
rumors of war
Refuge from
media propaganda
Refuge from
the plague
Refuge from
the CDC and the CCP
Refuge from
the NFL and MLB
the Olympic charade
Refuge from
the cult of personality
Refuge from
the high-tech lynch mob
the lunatic fringe
I am taking refuge
taking refuge in myself
Venus tumbles
into a crescent moon
won’t be long now
coming too soon
for the multitudes
the poor huddled masses
come all ye faithful
heed the words
of the master
the universal mind
coming through
you
in spectral light
waves
unseen to the eye
deep in the heart of us
yet we are still
apart
as if particles in space
moving further away
like the galaxies only
to
find there was never
a reason or rhyme for
the
crime of the century
the birth of the cool
these are things worth
wondering about
the wonder of it all
as night falls
September swoons
as summer fades
flags
whipping in
the
winds of change
above
the night sky
Venus
remains
suspended
as if
in
a purgatorial state
like
me and you
before
the fall and
the
winter of our
discontent
coming
far
too soon
Time is essentially
change
photons in motion
traveling at the speed
of light
experience no time
in their existence
never changing
for time slows as
objects approach
lightspeed
and time stops
for photons
imagine
a tiny molecule traveling from
the edge of the
cosmos in the
moment it was born
in the form of an atom
a particle in the beginning
after the bang it wasn't its
motion that made time but the changes going
on around and around
illuminated
by countless photons
coming into and out of
existence within all the
other countless forms
for time does not
need a mind
it is only a process
of change
In my last entry about Yoga, I was struggling to get back to my mat after a bicycle accident in the summer of 2020 left me with 4 fractured ribs.
I
finally returned to practicing in April when I twisted my ankle doing yard work
and damaged a ligament, ouch. My ankle has only just begun to feel normal. And
we've only just begun to smile again now that the pandemic is almost under
control.
Or is
it?
Anyway,
I had to pause until my ankle healed enough to sustain poses. Though I restarted
a few weeks ago, I am not the Yogi I once was (more like Boo-Boo
perhaps).
As
I've mentioned, I don't buy into the whole Yogi trip, and I am not seeking enlightenment
(how arrogant). My practice is simply aimed at enhancing my strength,
flexibility, and balance -- and staving off the inevitable decline of
aging.
With
that in mind, I was dismayed after reading an article by a self-proclaimed
"Yogi" ranting about the racism and cultural appropriation in
American Yoga. It’s everywhere apparently.
The last
thing anyone needs is more commentary on the debate over systemic racism. But
my perception is that most of us are people of goodwill who hold no animus
toward anyone based on race or any characteristic. Of course, I can’t speak for the
haters and yahoos out there.
As
for our nation's checkered history, we've come a long way, and there are still
many rivers to cross. We are far from a perfect union, but some folks out
there seem to have forgotten the American Civil War, the Civil Rights Movement,
and decades of federal and state anti-discrimination laws on the books.
And
all this wailing and gnashing of teeth on both the left and the right seems
like manufactured (and well-financed) rage. Meanwhile, the pandemic has
claimed 600,000 Americans and 4 million people around the world.
Yet
we still have no explanation for the origins of Covid-19. We’ve been told
all along by so-called scientists that the SARS-CoV-2 virus was a zoonotic
spillover from a bat to an exotic animal to humans.
But
Chinese authorities examined thousands of species and found no evidence of the
virus. By contrast, the animals that transmitted SARS-CoV-1 and MERS were found
within months: palm civets (a cat-like creature) and camels, respectively.
Now,
there’s a growing narrative that Covid leaked from a lab in Wuhan where “gain of function”
research on bat coronaviruses was being conducted, funded in part by the NIH. But there’s still no "smoking bat," no bi-partisan Congressional
investigation, and no accountability.
Something
is seriously wrong. And not being able to have an intelligent conversation
about this or much of anything else these days is even more
wrong. Whatever happened to the marketplace of ideas…and free
speech?
Previously, this blog featured political satire in good clean fun. Now, people on both sides of the aisle are crazy. In any case, it’s not about parties or personalities, but rather public policy and how our resources (tax revenue) should be allocated, which leaves plenty of room for robust debate.
Abraham
Lincoln quoted from the Bible when he said, “a nation divided against itself cannot
stand.” Sadly, he was right.
If nothing else, the Covid-19 pandemic is a reminder that time and people are precious. Let's use our time wisely and treat each other kindly. In the meantime, the best thing for me to do is get back to my yoga mat.
Waiting on the flower moon waiting to swoon
could it be true for me and you to see the light
in the heat of the moment under the sun when
all is said and done and what has begun to carry
us way what shall we do to make a brand new day
show me the way back to your heart beating in
the dark in the wee small hours only the lonely know
lying there awake with no particular place to go as if
in a song from another time and space going round
and round again and rounder as we go so low you
can hardly hear it, think it or believe until you finally
see it rising in western skies the super flower moon
Did you ever wonder about the angle of the Sun
the planets and stars, the oneness of it all of you
and me and everything in between seen and unseen
And here I am a prisoner of the mind trapped inside
stranded on the far side of shoreline looking out over
the sea still wondering what to believe when suddenly
the doors of perception fly open if only for a moment
that's gone before you know it a fleeting glimpse of
truth and beauty the fundamentals of reality for all to
see the wonder of it all of you and me the fleeting
galaxies as heaven retreats waiting to be revealed
