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I still write poetry<\/p>\n

but rarely<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

I even thought that i don’t have it in me<\/p>\n

anymore<\/p>\n

that my muse may be<\/p>\n

gone<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

But then, sometimes she comes back<\/p>\n

and kisses me<\/p>\n

again<\/p>\n

;\u00a0 )<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

~~~<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Now \/ Here<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

The birds they sing<\/p>\n

At the break of day<\/p>\n

\u201cStart again\u201d<\/p>\n

I hear them say<\/p>\n

\u201cDon\u2019t dwell<\/p>\n

On what has passed away<\/p>\n

And what has yet to be\u201d<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Yes, all those howler monkeys<\/p>\n

And the birds and the whales<\/p>\n

The dolphins too\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

They all sing songs about the Now<\/p>\n

About the Here<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\u201cNo need for The News\u201d<\/p>\n

They say<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

No need for all the crazy things<\/p>\n

The interesting things<\/p>\n

I read each day<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Sometimes I would love to be like them<\/p>\n

Those dolphin brothers<\/p>\n

Whale sisters<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Just be<\/p>\n

Cruising<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

The depths of Space<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

~~~<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

A song, music<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Sometimes<\/p>\n

a song comes to my mind<\/p>\n

from some time<\/p>\n

long ago<\/p>\n

and I don\u2019t know why<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

It just appears<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Sometimes I hear a melody<\/p>\n

a composition or just a song<\/p>\n

and it really strikes a cord\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

somewhere deep inside me<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Thinking stops<\/p>\n

Feelings come<\/p>\n

Tears<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

I love those moments!<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Music really can transport me into mystical realms<\/p>\n

Different from the mundane world of me and men<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

It reaches deep into my soul<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

I can not produce such moments\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

But they do happen<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

And I am grateful\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

~~~<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Like the womb<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

maybe not everybody,<\/p>\n

but a lot of folks enjoy to walk along a river\u00a0<\/p>\n

or a creek<\/p>\n

or by a lake or ocean shore<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\nmany people, I reckon<\/p>\n

like to hear the sound of flowing water’s murmuring<\/p>\n

or the crashing of waves on a shore<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\nmaybe not everyone is delighted by such things<\/p>\n

but I am<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\nI even love to dive into the waters<\/p>\n

immerse myself\u00a0<\/p>\n

swim and dive and float<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\nor just be still\u00a0<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\nlet myself sink<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

water<\/p>\n

like consciousness<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

endless<\/p>\n

mysterious<\/p>\n

deep<\/p>\n

fluid<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

like the womb<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

~~~<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

There’s a lot to love\u00a0<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

I love to walk in the warm rain<\/p>\n

barefoot on dirt roads<\/p>\n

I love to come home to my house<\/p>\n

and crawl into my hammock<\/p>\n

I love to walk a jungle road on a hot day<\/p>\n

under the canopy of trees<\/p>\n

sun rays\u00a0 filtering thru the green<\/p>\n

i love many things and sights<\/p>\n

i thing there is a lot to love<\/p>\n

about life<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

~~~<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

we live on<\/p>\n

i know, we have to live<\/p>\n

like all is well<\/p>\n

we live on<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\ni know, we have to!<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\nwe live on<\/p>\n

day by day<\/p>\n

doin’ what we do<\/p>\n

not really<\/p>\n

thinking it thru\u00a0<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\nwe live on<\/p>\n

babies are born<\/p>\n

every day we grow<\/p>\n

in numbers and in confusions<\/p>\n

about what else to do<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\nthan livin’ on!<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\nwe do our best<\/p>\n

i know, some of us do<\/p>\n

but the rest<\/p>\n

simply lives on<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

~~~<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Stillness<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Be still my mind<\/p>\n

be still<\/p>\n

why do you want to chatter all day long<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\nBe still<\/p>\n

like the trees<\/p>\n

they only whisper<\/p>\n

when the wind moves thru<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Be still\u00a0<\/p>\n

mind be still<\/p>\n

then the world will hear<\/p>\n

when the Spirit moves thru you<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\nBe still my mind\u00a0<\/p>\n

and know<\/p>\n

the I AM\u00a0<\/p>\n

God<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

~~~<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

What’s a haiku got to do with anything?<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

i like a good haiku<\/p>\n

every now and then<\/p>\n

but it should be delivered<\/p>\n

like a surprise kiss<\/p>\n

then it is powerful<\/p>\n

and can blow my mind<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\notherwise its too constricting<\/p>\n

at least for my taste<\/p>\n

almost like a mannerism\u00a0<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\ni like the minimalist way of life<\/p>\n

but i am not a Japan-ese<\/p>\n

and Zen can be a real hard trip sometimes<\/p>\n

(i tried, but no, but thank you!)<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\nI rather prefer “the river approach”<\/p>\n

here I AM<\/p>\n

the river runs thru here<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\nwhatever it brings<\/p>\n

whatever the form<\/p>\n

it just runs thru I AM<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\nstream of consciousness<\/p>\n

if you know what i mean<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\nbut back to the haiku<\/p>\n

in case you know how to make sweet little ones<\/p>\n

and i am happy if you blow some in my direction\u00a0<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

~~~<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

I write, erase, rewrite<\/p>\n

Erase again, and then<\/p>\n

A white lily blooms.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

~~~<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

love between us is<\/p>\n

speech and breath and looks.<\/p>\n

loving you is<\/p>\n

a long river running.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

~~~<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Wishes<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

How to deal with your wishes:<\/p>\n

(it works for me)<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\nAsk for what you want<\/p>\n

but don’t demand it<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\nAccept what ever happens<\/p>\n

for now<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\nTurn up your love<\/p>\n

even if you don’t get what you want<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\nThat’s a very practical approach<\/p>\n

(and it works for me ; )<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

~~~<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

My own little wish list to God<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Oh God, you who are almighty, please grant me a wish<\/p>\n

\nPlease God, wipe away from the face of the earth<\/p>\n

all those egotistical, self-obsessed politicians who do just about anything to stay in power.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\nPlease God, take away from us all those persons who do not have compassion, who have no empathy and heart, who use other people for personal gain or pleasure, who suppress, manipulate, abuse, terrorize, brutalize, torture and kill others for whatever reason.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\nPlease God, remove from the face of the earth those who are corrupt and use their position to suppress others, who bully and terrorize others, who extort and exploit and suck out everything possible for helpless victims.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\nPlease dear God, take away from us the liars, the cheaters, the wife-beaters, the manipulators and snake-oil-salesmen, the serial seducers and rapists, the abusers, misusers and brutes, the insensitive and heartless, the careless and the brutalists, the torturers and the sadists and the killers, the merciless and the cruel.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\nPlease God, wipe away from this earth the military machinery, the whole military-industrial-complex. Take all the weaponry, all the nuclear warheads and rockets and fighter planes and cannons, all those M-16 machine guns and all the other deadly things that shoot, all the nerve gas and biologic and cyber weapons, take away the whole chain of command, war rooms, generals and obedient soldiers who are ready follow any cruel command without a thought.\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\nPlease God, take from us the money machine, the stock markets and the big banks, the obscene bonuses and salaries of CEOs, the sport bets and horse race bets and all other schemes to make money from nothing.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\nMaybe my dear God you could even take away the money game altogether, so we may just share our skills and expertise for free. This would be so cool :\u00a0 )\u00a0<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\nMy God, could you maybe make another beautiful Earth and transfer lets say 3.5 billion people over there, so we have enough place here and enough place there and will not die from overpopulation.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\nGod, i have just a few more little things to ask you now.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\nPlease reset the nature kingdoms to the state of 1750, to the state before the Industrial Revolution.<\/p>\n

Please restore the Great Barrier Reef and the Amazon Jungle and the Ice Sheets of the Antarctic and the Glaciers of Greenland and re-instate all the beautiful species of fauna and flora that have gone extinct since then, all the animals that have been killed for consumption and financial gain.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\nDear God, if you could also increase and upgrade the consciousness of the Earth’s population by quite a bit so we are not any more have to stumble around like sleepwalkers, that we not any more have only trial-and-error to understand how life works, that we are not cut off from hearing the still small voice of the soul in our heart, that we are not blind anymore!<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

My dearest God, i realize all that is a lot to ask from you.<\/p>\n

But you are almighty, i know you can do it.<\/p>\n

And it would really mean a lot to a lot of us humans here.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\nThank you God for listening & i hope to hear from you soon.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\nAmen<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

\nps: Well, obviously i do not really believe in the Almighty Father-god up there with the beard who can be petitioned with all kinds of requests and who then proves his might and delivers what has been asked.<\/p>\n

But … sometimes it is nice and healthy to voice your wishes, sometime it is necessary to let the burdened heart talk & lighten its load.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

$\"\"$ <\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

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