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Poems by Papyrous

(A computer book-file containing over 2,450 poems by the same author)

Notes: 

•	This entire E-Book is contained in one computer file.
•	The more recent poems are toward the end.
•	The Following represents a life time of poem-making. 
•	The Poems were written under the pseudonyms 'Adjutor' and 'Papyrous'. 
•	The Adjutor poems (1 through 187) are not in any chronological order. 
•	The Papyrous poems are in chronological order from October 30, 2002.
•	Specific dates are when the poem was completed.

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Table Of Contents

01	From Me To You
02	Meditation For My Daughter
03	The Man
04	Young And Old Talk
05	A gift For All Seasons
06	Day Tripper
07	Thinking Young
08	Father At Feeding Time
09	Crab-Talk
10	This Is How I Really Feel
11	On The Way To Civilization
12	There Is Always Hope For Happiness
13	To The Source Of All Beauty
14	To The Teacher
15	To The Student
16	To My Sisters And Brothers On The Path Of Beauty
17	A Butterfly That Can Remember
18	What Happened At That Point
19	To Our Brothers And Sisters On The Other Side
20	The Flower That Desired
21	Pow Wow
22	Dawn Walker
23	The Servant
24	Joy And The Dragon
25	Our Hearts Can Pump A Kinder Fluid
26	Heart-Talk (1)
27	Heart-Talk (2)
28	Heart-Talk (3)
29	A Dream Step Beyond Art
30	New England Winter
31	For The Union Dead
32	Let’s Do Ourselves A Favor
33	The Knight Of The Round Table
34	To The Source Of My River
35	Spring In My World
36	High-Talk (1)
37	Thoughts
38	At Meditation Pond
39	In The Garden Of Life
40	Winter Over
41	Learning In A Daydream
42	The World Potential
43	The Initiate
44	The Man With No Charity In Him
45	The Tales Of Crawler
46	High Inside	
47	Quarrying	
48	You Are The Rose
49	The Compasses On The Square
50	Heart-Talk (4)
51	Reflection
52	Equinox
53	Light-Talk
54	In The In-between
55	Crescent-Talk
56	Another Year Around The Sun
57	Invocation
58	New England Wind
59	Separated
60	Duck Hunting On Plum Island
61	In Boston
62	Winners And Losers
63	Beach Combing
64	And The Beat Goes On
65	World Series
66	After Reading Yeats
67	After Love
68	Child Of The East
69	Torturer
70	The Turning Of The Wheel
71	Essence Of Sea Wind
72	In Summer
73	Master, Your Love Is Song
74	Choices
75	We Winter In Chosen Valleys
76	Poetry
77	Star Fisher
78	The Butterfly
79	Blasting Whistle No Semaphore
80	The Search
81	Dare I Say How Much I Love You
82	Star Searcher
83	Emotion
84	Rainbow-Talk
85	Spiritual Rebirth
86	Prayer In Quatrain
87	Think Joy In Your Heart
88	Meditation On A Portrait Of A Ballerina
89	For My Lovely Wife At Christmas Time
90	We Can Do Better
91	Strive-on
92	Fence-Talk
93	Confidence
94	Boy-Talk
95	To My Teacher Of Beauty
96	At Santa Cruz
97	Dune Walker
98	The Santa Cruz Metal Detector
99	Anima
100	Web-Talk
101	Gull-Talk
102	At Rosicrucian Park
103	Attitudes
104	Pleasure Island
105	Weather-Talk
106	Care-Taker
107	Seal-Talk
108	Bonfire
109	In My Dreams I Fly
110	The Amusement Park
111	Cliff-Talk
112	Sea-Talk
113	Castle-Talk
114	The Santa Cruz Free Show
115	Twirlers And Sandcastlers
116	An Imaginary Journal with Real Possibilities
117	Love Song To The God Of My Heart
118	Dark And Light Talk
119	Caterpillaring
120	The Way Of Beauty
121	Your Flaming Heart Fills The Universe With Love
122	"Make a joyful noise ... "
123	Question Courage
124	That’s What Beauty Does!
125	Note-Talk
126	The Poetry Of Robert Frost
127	The Poet And The Poem
128	Thinker-Reaper
129	Show Me The Way
130	Wise-Talk (1)
131	Fill Me
132	Did Ya Ever?
133	To Robert Frost – Poem Maker
134	If I Discern With My Heart
135	Possibilities
136	The State Of The Universe Address 2150 AD
137	The Law Of Beauty
138	The Song Of Gratefulness
139	Mountain-Talk 
140	Star-Talk (1)
141	The Joy Of Life (1)
142	The Most Co-measured Poem For Humanity
143	Love Song To The Highest Of Hearts
144	Song-Talk
145	If-Talk
146	Sky Harbor
147	My Cornerstone
148	The Great Stepping Stone
149	Earth-Talk (1)
150	After Inner Weather
151	A Healing Rain
152	Son Of The Sun
153	The South West Summer Dude Sale
154	My Magnificent Wife
155	A Brother In Freemasonry
156	The Little Alien
157	It’s Nature’s Way
158	M-7
159	Bow-Talk
160	Hiding Moon
161	South West Summer Sun
162	July In The South West
163	It Is Coming
164	The Calling 
165	Arizona-Talk (1)
166	Love-Talk (1)
167	Before I Up And Go Too Far
168	Conversation Between Joy And Sorrow 1
169	Conversation Between Joy And Sorrow 2
170	Hope Healers
171	Transplanted In Phoenix
172	Humanity’s Moment Of Reflection
173	Palo Verde
174	Happiness Knows Where To Hide
175	Q&A On Happiness  
176	Plans And Promises
177	Key-Talk
178	Getting Ready
179	God Is Fire, Etc.
180	Always Remember
181	A Question For The Cosmic Accountant
182	Desert Winter talk
183	Overheard At The Gate
184	Who Taught Them That?
185	“Hello Magnificent Woman!”
186	To the Expansion Of Our Love
187	A Seed Of Beauty
188	Heart Beat
189	Joy-Talk (1)
190	From Free-Will To Good-Will
191	Do You Really Need A PHD To Ring the Doorbell Of The Universe?
192	Beauty
193	The E-Motion Of Space
194	Can Plum Blossoms Really Grow Outside Our Universe?
195	Thank You (1)
196	Joy Is The Necessity Of Life.
197	Question:  Are There As Many Universes As There Are Stars?
198	Like The Friendly Fragrance Of The Rose
199	The Universe Is One
200	Go Ahead, Travel The Universe, But…
201	Happy Holidays November 25, 2002
202	Where Is The Heart of the Universe 
203	While On Earth…
204	Do the Stars Respect Each Other?
205	We Don't See Our Shadow Until The Moon Steps on It
206	This Is For You
207	If It Ain't That Way, Well, It Ought To Be.
208	Dear Santa, I Want A Mirage-opener
209	Beauty's The Way (Find It Today)
210	Does Ontogeny Still Recapitulate Philogeny?
211	Strive To Love And You Will See…
212	For The Little People (The Children)
213	The Facts Of Happiness
214	The Future Is Our Reaction
215	The Joy Of Life (2)
216	Note To Self: People Kill For Their Ideas
217	Make Your Peace
218	If You Are Lonely And Unhappy…
219	Respect
220	Take Three Laps Around the Universe And Then …
221	Thresholds Are By Design
222	If The Earth Is A Kindergarten, Then…
223	"Through beauty we conquer."
224	Your Flowering Trees Scent Every Breeze
225	Happy Hurts Less Than Sad
226	Self Portrait Of God?
227	To Become A Diamond You Must Learn To Handle The Pressure. 
228	The Cloud Obscures, But The Mountain Waits.
229	It's All About Self Destruction Through Lack Of Virtue
230	Honor the Vitality Of Flowers And Snow
231	Curator Or Creator?
232	The Greatest Friend You Will Ever Have
233	The Chemistry Of Our Hearts
234	Sincerity (Our Inner Sun) Rises In The Land Of No-Deception
235	Too Many Mistakes?
236	Patrolling Off The Coast Of Sorrows
237	Plan With Love -- Live With Love
238	As the Waking Song Birds Serenade The Dawn, 
239	If I Build My Cocoon With Beauty, In Beauty Will I Fly Away.
240	Sincerity Is The Light Of Character, (Charity Is It's Warmth).
241	Would You Reach The Heart Of Humanity? 
242	If I Carry Beauty In My Heart
243	Beautiful Things Do Happen
244	The Flowers Of The Universe
245	Holding on (1)
246	Where There Is Mountain 
247	To Maintain A Sun-Yellow Feeling
248	Our Joyful Moments Echo Throughout The Universe
249	Prayer For Beauty
250	When I Am In the Eye Of My Hurricane
251	Striving To Capture The Beauty Of God In The Face Of Flowers
252	Joyful Labor
253	Experience Arises From Living, Like The Sun After A Rain
254	The Invitation (1)
255	To God
256	My Last Birthday?
257	How Long Will The River Deny It's Source?
258	From Metowe
259	Palette-Talk
260	My Heart Prayer
261	The Best Possibility
262	Multiformity 
263	Petals Of Light  
264	Your Delightful Variety Leaves Boredom Behind
265	Be There!
266	Photokinesis
267	My Love You
268	A Seed Of Gratitude
269	Quiet Dialogue (#1)
270	On The Eve Of War
271	Using The Gift Well 
272	Bridge Of Joy
273	Dare To Beautify
274	Slowing Down To Catch Up
275	Counselors In Rhyme
276	Teach Them Beauty
277	Simplicity Is Not A Secret
278	Each Of Us Has Had More Lifetimes 
279	Experiment In Front-Rhyme
280	It's Possible
281	Do The Birds Not Serenade The Dawn?
282	Quiet Dialogue (#2)
283	The Grateful
284	The Song Unheard
285	You Must Know Something We Don't
286	Yield Signs Don't Work In A Me-First World
287	Quiet Dialogue (#3)
288	The Land Of The Saguaro 
289	You Know It's True.
290	Beauty Has Friends
291	Four Notes For My Next Incarnation
292	For the Teachers Of Tomorrow
293	Gems On A Stem
294	The Universe Is Lit By Love
295	Future-Talk
296	The Facts Of Life
297	Thought Gardeners
298	Lord, I know Your Busy, But …  
299	Our Best Start
300	For Joy Today
301	I Hear Birds Singing, It Must Be Dawn
302	Quiet Dialogue (#4)
303	Un-Weathered (1)
304	What Beauty Knows
305	Beauty's My Cure
306	Thank You God (1)
307	The Birth Of The Future
308	So Love Can Flow
309	Sunlit Flowers
310	Sun Heart
311	Quiet Dialogue #5
312	The Most Beautiful Journey
313	Time For Beauty
314	Phoenix At Mid-March
315	Our Dance Among The Stars
316	Looking Ahead
317	The Joy Of Love #1
318	I Gave Them Heart
319	Thank You For Heart
320	Some Call Them Suns
321	Good Morning God
322	Some Thoughts Between Playtimes
323	Less Foolish Things
324	The Wise Know How To Share
325	Every Circle Has Its Center
326	With Every Thought
327	That Time Of Joy
328	May Gratitude...
329	No Matter What The World May Do
330	Interruption By Design?
331	Anchors In Beauty Create Joy
332	With Joyful Days
333	Fields Of Joy
334	What I've Learned In The Sonoran Desert
335	It's Joyful There
336	Gardeners Of The Heart
337	God's Great Care
338	Much Like Rainbows
339	Heart Is Our Future
340	Advice To Myself
341	What Man Must Know
342	What We Really Want
343	Combined With Calm
344	What Beauty Brings
345	Earth To God -- Do You Read?
346	And Life's A Gift
347	Our Great Learning
348	It Led To Care
349	Our Response To Beauty Is Joy
350	A Life That Glows
351	Beauty Would Do
352	Good Plays It's Part
353	One Might Suspect We Speak Of Dreams
354	Admit It Mind
355	Beauty In Art
356	What Dawn Will Do
357	When Hearts Have Won
358	I Am Your Art
359	Heart's Learning Way
360	Gratitude's Nest
361	The Future Will Smile
362	On The Way
363	Let Mind Befriend The Human Heart
364	When Heart Gives Voice
365	Our Future's Glow
366	God The Artist
367	The Rule Of Heart
368	That Youth Won't Frown
369	Love That Inspires
370	God Left Us Clues
371	Love Needs To Lead
372	On My Experience with The Warm Glow Of Love
373	Mind's Here To Learn
374	Complimentary
375	Real Love Discerns
376	We Can Learn
377	Pan-Me-ism
378	My Metamorphosis
379	Future-Heart
380	Journey To The Heart
381	When "We" Was "Mine"
382	My Smile
383	Point Of Impact
384	Moon-Talk (1)
385	Good Things Whisper, Bad Things Shout!
386	Why The Heart Beats 
387	Life's Greatest Beauty 
388	Dawn By Choice
389	Life-Talk
390	Our Future Space-(Pur)suit Of Happiness
391	Real-Talk (1)
392	The Source Of Balance
393	My South West Space-Shot
394	Remembering Yhe Future
395	What Love Surveys
396	That We May Grow.
397	Choices Are Things
398	Heart Thoughts
399	My Wonder-Why
400	Begin With Heart
401	Message To Myself (October 10, 2003)
402	Don't Want Them Dead
403	Star-Warmed By Light
404	With Mind And Heart
405	Error-Free?
406	The Grateful Find Them
407	Make Up Your Mind To Beautify
408	Vacation-Talk
409	Two Methods - Same Results
410	How To Survive Your Stay On Earth
411	Home-Talk
412	When Our Sun Sets With A Smile
413	The Joy Of Life (3)
414	Unlimited, But Not Unethical
415	My Me-Battle
416	How This Poem-Maker Feels
417	Sky-Talk
418	Life Is A Ride
419	Counting Cosmic Calories
420	Feel The Bark, Touch The Leaf
421	"Tude"-Talk
422	Those Who Uplift
423	Let's Talk About Desire
424	No Child Left Behind
425	Feed The Hungry
426	Megone 
427	Detox The Ox
428	Joy Is The Art Of No Regret.
429	The "Sin" Of Sadness
430	Mothers
431	For Joyous Deeds
432	Heart Art
433	Magic
434	It Lightens Hearts
435	For Those To Come
436	The Tip Of The Antenna
437	Good Words
438	Helping The Future
439	The Greatest Food The Heart Can Find
440	Joy To The World
441	This Too I Know
442	A Toast For A Happy New year
443	My New Year's Resolution
444	Beauty's Our Nurse
445	Where We Excel
446	Heart Of Happiness
447	Striving For Simplicity
448	Advice
449	It's Future Now
450	December 31st
451	Happiness Is Earned
452	My New Year's Solution
453	A Joyful New Year!
454	Joy Is Our Art
455	Wecreators
456	Children
457	Reincarnation
458	Mother's Day
459	Remember (1)
460	The Dilemma
461	Something To Build On
462	Beyond My Day
463	Cultivate Spring
464	Heroes
465	It's A Star!
466	Be Like The Sun
467	A True Story
468	Karma, The Great Teacher Of Charity
469	God by Degrees
470	A Permit To Beautify
471	Nature's Joyful Dance
472	Growth-Talk
473	Choose Quality
474	Something Delightful
475	Will It Be Fun?
476	Talking To Myself
477	Geneticists
478	It Starts Inside
479	The Joy Of Achievement
480	The Future Of Mankind
481	The Christmas Of My Heart
482	Remember (2)
483	Letter To Santa From A Senior Citizen
484	How Hearts Endure
485	My Valentine
486	Message To Myself (February 12, 2004)
487	Weed-Talk
488	A Curious Debate
489	We're From Earth
490	They Tell Me God
491	Tomorrow's Deeds
492	Beauty's The Gate
493	Heaven Was Scared
494	Message To Myself (February 22, 2004)
495	Beauty Heals The Heart
496	Message To Myself (February 25, 2004)
497	A Solar Conversation?
498	Man Needs To Share
499	Time-Talk (1)
500	What Makes God Smile?
501	Peace Is My Art
502	Complimentary Colors
503	An Attention-Getter?
504	God
505	Cocoon
506	Your Sun knows How To Warm
507	May We See More
508	With Beauty We Prepare
509	Now We Atomize And Computerize
510	Can The Dipper Guide Us?
511	Happy Mother's Day Magnificent Woman!
512	Loving Relatives Can make You Disappear
513	Concatenation
514	Advice For The Striving
515	A Note To The Angry
516	Timeless Advice
517	So Little Did We Know
518	The Timeless Question
519	Not For Long
520	To Help Mankind
521	Beyond Your Eulogy
522	Every Heart Knows
523	I Asked My Heart
524	With Love
525	No Regrets
526	God, We Have Some Questions
527	It Is All About Heart
528	Space-Talk
529	What would it Be worth?
530	What Is The Source Of Art
531	Why I Love The Masonic Fraternity
532	Wouldn't It Be Great?
533	Tomorrow-Talk (1)
534	The State Of My Union
535	Coming Back Talk
536	Song-Talk
537	Wishing You The Very Best
538	My Anchor In Beauty
539	Beyond Where Mind Can Go
540	What Are Docents
541	That's Where I Go
542	To Dust Off Love
543	Who Can Truly Explain?
544	God's Petting Zoo
545	That Hearts May Glow
546	Freemason-Talk
547	Nature-Talk
548	Plum Tree Philosophy
549	Listen Now, I Talk Of Love
550	Message To Myself (25 September 2004)
551	Few Ask, Fewer Listen
552	Back-Yard Close-Up Flower Photography
553	Message To Myself (Sept. 28, 2004)
554	We Must Confuse Them
555	Beyond
556	To Make Hearts Glow
557	The Myth Of Sunset
558	Message To Myself (October 2, 2004)
559	That Other-Guy
560	Blow Them Away
561	The Docent's Art Tour
562	Can I Ever Repay
563	Seekers Of Light
564	How We Grow
565	To My Conscience
566	Until We Get It Right (1)
567	That All May Learn
568	To Wash Our Ways
569	A Settlement Of Differences By Mutual Concessions
570	Beyond The Mind's Consent
571	Poem Maker
572	Of This I'm Sure
573	Feelings That Heal
574	The Perfect Resume
575	That Cornerstone Called Heart
576	To Warm Our Ways
577	Subtle But True
578	Hallelujah
579	Space Birth
580	Message To Myself (October 25, 2004)
581	Going Within October 25, 2004
582	The Quality Of Thought
583	Poem Puzzle
584	I'll Never Forget You
585	Nature Is Our Teacher
586	When Love Is Real
587	To You, My Next Incarnation
588	Reverence The Mother Of Agni Yoga
589	Learning to Paint At Sixty One
590	With All My Heart
591	Love Is God's Recipe
592	The Great Transmutation
593	Alien
594	Love
595	You Have To Know When To Die
596	What If They're Not The Same?
597	Harmless
598	They Roam at Will
599	Heart Art
600	Earth Anthem
601	A Note For My Next Incarnation November 9, 2004
602	Oops
603	End-Talk
604	On This Most Can Agree
605	Message To Myself (November 11, 2004)
606	Happy Holidays  November 11, 2004
607	The Ideal Group
608	A Vegetarian’s Nightmare
609	A Happy Holidays Wish For You
610	The Way To Joy
611	Everyone Can Win
612	How Heart Heals Mind
613	While You Were Here
614	God's Hidden Key
615	They Rule Our Light
616	The Company We Keep
617	Let It Be Tonight
618	Inner Achievement
619	Intense Aesthetic Pleasure
620	On Love Without Limit
621	From Phoenix To Carefree
622	Our Talisman Of Loveliness
623	End-Play
624	Weather Watch
625	With Quality Of Heart
626	What (To You) Is Most Important In Masonry?
627	No One Yet Knows
628	To Green The Way
629	One Mason's Wish
630	It May Take Many Holidays
631	Message To Myself (December 3, 2004)
632	A Note For My Future Incarnations   December 3, 2004
633	Let There Be Heart
634	And I've Much More To Know
635	With Focused Eye
636	That We May Sing
637	Feel Sun-Warm
638	It's What Mind Does With Heart
639	From Things Unseen
640	The Way Of Light
641	Beauty Is Best
642	Those Feelings Which Refine
643	Mrs. Claus Gets To Play
644	Santa Lives In My Heart
645	Sometimes I Disobey
646	Santa-Science
647	Santa's Creation
648	The Santa Connection
649	Santa's Solution
650	Ho! Ho! Ho!
651	For You Ben Franklin
652	Message To Myself (December 27, 2004)
653	God Made Incarnations
654	New Year's Eve
655	A Question For The Future
656	Discern And Debug
657	My New Year's Revolution
658	The Greater Secrets Of Mother Nature
659	It's Time, Valentine
660	My Greatest Valentine
661	This Is The Day, Valentine
662	You're The One, Valentine
663	My Heart, My Valentine
664	God Loves Freemasonry
665	A Mason's Like A Sculptor
666	Growing Old Gratefully
667	No Less Will Liberate
668	A Toast To Beauty
669	Ideas
670	We Have A Few Questions …
671	A Question, Hope, And Comment
672	A New Sunrise
673	Our Truest Thanksgiving
674	There Lived The Human Race
675	One May Discern
676	Our Valentine
677	Let Love Drive
678	My New Year's Decisions
679	Santa's Return
680	Experiential
681	Our Great Sunrise
682	On The Light Side, Valentine
683	Sun Heart #2
684	Albireo
685	Hocus-Pocus Now Refocus
686	Viewing Their Response To Life
687	Quality Control
688	The Sinus Node And the Great Architect
689	Message To Myself (Jan. 31,2005)
690	The Buffet As A Gift
691	Sing To Me, Valentine
692	Bridges, Gates And Paths
693	One For The Masonic Road
694	Wondering About Mrs. Right
695	Trustees Or Refugees
696	Perennial Reflections
697	Why Does Each Rainbow Need A Right Angle?
698	My Next
699	Gender Bender Number One
700	Circumevolving
701	Thanksgiving On Earth
702	Second Thoughts
703	Valentine, It Truly Is The Thought That Counts
704	The Right Altitude
705	New Year's Resolutions
706	Thought Engineering
707	Some Call It Inner-Art
708	Yes, I Am A Mason
709	Wherever There Is Life
710	The Karma Of Self Interest
711	For Those Who Want To Learn
712	The Inner Election
713	Journey To The East
714	In All My Unlearning
715	Message To Myself (February 27, 2005)
716	The Hidden Room In Your Museum
717	Message To Myself (March 4, 2005)
718	Now That I'm Old
719	Although We Turn Away
720	The Star I Wish Upon Is Heart
721	What Did They Paint In Their Caves
722	History or Future, I've Made My Choice
723	Message To Myself (March 10, 2005)
724	Bird Songs Still Delight
725	Message To Myself (March 12, 2005)
726	Message To Myself (March 13, 2005)
727	Message To Myself (March 14, 2005)
728	The Mystery Of Quality
729	Message To Myself (March 16, 2005)
730	The Hidden Side Of Obvious
731	Thresholds By Design
732	Happiness Knows How To Hide 
733	What Am I?
734	A Learned Response In Phoenix
735	The Elephant In My Coffee Cup
736	Message To Myself (March 25, 2005)
737	Sun Hearts
738	Message To Myself (March 28, 2005)
739	Message To Myself (March 29, 2005)
740	Message To Myself (March 30, 2005)
741	Let There Be Hope
742	From Dream-not To Dream-0-naut
743	Where Mind Interprets Heart
744	Inner-Talk
745	Temporary Amnesia
746	Perhaps It Is too Soon
747	Our Age Is Showing
748	Message To Myself (April 12, 2005)
749	The Scope Of Cope And Hope
750	Weness
751	Fire Crackers For Everyone!
752	The New American Revolution
753	Here's What I See
754	The Great Due Date
755	My Plump Daisies
756	Message To Myself (April 21, 2005)
757	Rhyme And Metercide
758	The Range Of Laughter
759	The Story That Is A Treasure
760	Private Thoughts On An Un-private Situation
761	Message To Myself (May 10, 2005)
762	Message To Myself (May 11, 2005)
763	From Me To You  May 13, 2005
764	Can Frozen Souls Embrace?
765	The Great Discernment
766	Keeping It Simple
767	Message To Myself (May 18, 2005)
768	Sense Reminders
769	Our Magnetic Personality
770	Old Age, Or Feeling Wise?
771	Hasta La Vista
772	My Portion Of the One
773	Deer Santa
774	TO: The Young People Of The World
775	Life Has Reminders
776	Message To Myself (May 28, 2005 4:29 A.M.)
777	Message To Myself (May 28, 2005  5:42 A.M.)
778	Message To Myself (May 29, 2005)
779	To My Holy Of Holies
780	Message To Myself (May 31, 2005)
781	In A Game Of Skill The Angry Lose
782	Time Is Relative
783	My Garden Me.
784	Peace-Talk
785	Poem-Talk
786	Message To Myself (June 14, 2005)
787	Let's-Talk
788	Elephants May Wink
789	Message To Myself (June 17, 2005)
790	The Real Facts Of Life
791	Thought-Talk (1)
792	Now-Talk
793	Message To Myself (June 24, 2005)
794	Future Thinking
795	Thought Builders
796	Freemasonry (Friend To Friend)
797	Then Can We Serve
798	“I'll Have the Unusual Please”
799	Does Our Hurricane Have An Eye?
800	Dawnscending
801	Our Path To Love
802	It May Not Happen This Way
803	Message To Myself (July 10, 2005)
804	For My Next Breath, Thank You.
805	The Fragrance A Poem Makes (For Robert Frost)
806	Virtue As Friend
807	Looking Close And Not Falling In
808	Selfish Thoughts Are Weapons Of Mass Destruction
809	Message To Myself (July 19, 2005)
810	Clown-Talk
811	Something Real To Grow with
812	American Monsoon
813	Caught Between What-Is And What-Ought
814	Boston Built Big Brick Buildings By The Bay
815	Mutual Respect
816	World Peace May Begin With Our Next Friend
817	The Joy Of Love #2
818	Changing
819	Greetings From Earth
820	Our Happiness
821	Message To Myself (August 8, 2005)
822	Some Habits Just Don't Glow
823	The Secret Art Of Internal Rhyme
824	My God Poem
825	Arizona-Talk (2)
826	Prayer Of The Good
827	A Point Along The Way
828	Message To Myself (August 18, 2005) 
829	Why We Hurt
830	It May Take Longer Than We Think
831	Sow To Grow, Weed To Feed
832	Message To Myself (August 27, 2005)
833	My Lambskin Apron
834	Message To Myself (August 29, 2005)
835	I Would Be Friends With These
836	A Moment Of Sharing
837	S. Claus Talk
838	North Pole “Sly-cology”
839	Is Life A Test?
840	What Have We Chosen
841	I Miss You
842	Our Perfect Day
843	Message To Myself (September 12, 2005)
844	Remember The Key To Happiness
845	Message To Myself (September 15, 2005)
846	Point Of View
847	Holiday Thinking In The Sonoran Desert
848	Saguaros Are Sonoran
849	A Touch Of Soul
850	My Glimpse From My Experience
851	The First Chirper
852	That Which Touches Our Heart
853	A Thought Card From Santa
854	The North Pole Conspiracy.
855	To Perceive By The Intellect
856	To The Author Of S. Claus
857	My Hope
858	Message To Myself (October 11, 2005)
859	Deed Gardener
860	And Choice Accompanied Desire
861	Humanity's Greatest Weapon
862	The Closer We Look The More We See
863	Travel Plans
864	In Ascent
865	Message To Myself (October 23, 2005)
866	Reincarnating
867	Earth-Talk (2)
868	Sun Hearts #2
869	Gazer-Talk
870	When The Ecliptic Is Uncrossed
871	Restricted By Design?
872	Shadow-Talk
873	Tracks At Camelot Creator
874	Double Stars
875	Thank You For The Learning
876	Pull-Talk
877	Science-Talk
878	M-31
879	Beyond What We Can See
880	Our Solid-Illusion
881	Trapezium
882	Discern And Learn
883	Traveling Thoughts
884	Message To Myself (January 8, 2006)
885	Humility
886	It's Never Too Late To Elate
887	Sky Watcher
888	Two As One
889	Renewing
890	Long Eyes (1)
891	Valentines
892	Message To Myself (January 22, 2006)
893	Space Santa
894	Until We Get It Right (2)
895	The Joy Of Love (3)
896	Content With Our Ascent?
897	Beyond The Sinus Node
898	Taking Out The Trash
899	If We Don't Know We're Losing, Have We Lost?
900	Power-Talk
901	God's Plan Is God's Poem
902	Thank You God (2)
903	Unrequited Love (1)
904	Happy New Year
905	Temporary Fugitives From Gratitude
906	Keeping It Light
907	Planet 'I'
908	“Tweakin”
909	Staying The Course
910	Shergahti
911	The Gray-Gripe
912	The Art Of Heart Starts With Hope
913	That Southern Arizona Dry
914	To The Christ
915	They're Rare But They Are There
916	Subtle Architecture
917	Beyond Extremely Great
918	The Joy Of My Choosing
919	Venus The Brightest Planet
920	Count The Stars As Suns
921	The Science Of Thought
922	I Am My Joy Unique
923	My Parrot Drinks His Coffee Black
924	The Way We Will
925	Parting Shot?
926	Alien Analysis
927	Create A New Holiday
928	High Mass Stars
929	Space Marshall
930	Thank You For The Stars
931	Ing-ness
932	Choosing Is Confusing
933	Beyond What We Believe
934	Thermo-Nuclear Progenitors?
935	Friend To Friend
936	Borders
937	Message To Myself (May 7, 2006)
938	Message To Myself (May 10, 2006)
939	Thought Planters
940	Message To Myself (May 25,2006)
941	Message To Myself (May 28, 2006)
942	Message To Myself (June 2, 2006)
943	For Those Who Traveled to Mars
944	Space Lights
945	Keeping It Simple
946	A Bridge Unfinished
947	Heart People
948	Message To Myself (June 16, 2006)
949	The Joyful Quest
950	Santa's Success
951	Luck Is What We've Done
952	For My Next Breath
953	Toast-Talk
954	“ … and it tastes so good!”
955	Message To Myself (June 29, 2006)
956	Let It So Flow
957	Contemplate And Liberate
958	The Gift Of Santa
959	But Do They Have Chocolate?
960	Real Subtle Stuff
961	I Am Phoenix
962	To Further Your Own Happiness
963	Getting To Know You
964	Our Free-Will Party (1)
965	Start Each New Year With A Kiss
966	Message To Myself (July 15, 2006)
967	Mitochondria
968	Sonoran Visitors
969	Holy Of Holies
970	Will One Lifetime Be Enough?
971	Discern And Grow
972	Keeping It Simple
973	The Male Point Of View
974	It Must Be Someone Else
975	Here Stands A Freemason
976	Virtue Is A Valentine
977	Valentine (1)
978	First Love
979	The Mystery Of Space
980	Star Birth Talk   
981	Home Base Or Space?
982	Santa's Made Of Stardust
983	Clutteritis
984	Holiday-Talk
985	Santa Can Get Subtle
986	Second Chance
987	Thought Deeds
988	Thought-Talk (2)
989	Pack Rat
990	Light Of The Universe
991	Short And Sweet
992	What Is A Heart Poem?
993	Escape Velocity
994	Message To Myself (September 2, 2006)
995	Thanksgiving As Healer
996	Galactic
997	Heart Beats Can Whisper
998	Message To Myself (September 15, 2006)
999	Message To Myself (September 25, 2006)
1000	A Mason I Will Always Be
1001	The Final Census
1002	The Learning
1003	Santa
1004	Does Santa Dream?
1005	Until We Get It Right (3)
1006	Message To Myself (October 9, 2006)
1007	Why?
1008	Flawless
1009	Dream Learning
1010	Santa Is Forever
1011	Halloween
1012	Temporary Talk
1013	Milestone
1014	There Is No Life But God
1015	For Those New To The Planet
1016	The Santa Bridge
1017	Message To Myself (December 10, 2006)
1018	Fat-Talk
1019	Wisdom, Strength And Beauty
1020	Discern, Learn And Earn
1021	From Toys To Joys
1022	Message To Myself (December 19, 2006)
1023	A Santa Reflection
1024	Our Weather-Maker
1025	Message To Myself (December 25, 2007)
1026	We Don’t Need A Reason To Be Joyful
1027	Good Advice 
1028	The Joyful Have More Fun
1029	Santa’s Secret
1030	I Have Much To Learn
1031	A “Temporary” Point Of View
1032	Simple Yet Subtle
1033	The Secret Of Every New Year
1034	Message To Myself (January 13, 2007)
1035	Earth Test
1036	World Heart-Check Day
1037	Long Happiness
1038	A Warning To Molecular-Designers
1039	Self Healing
1040	World Peace
1041	Thinking with A Pen
1042	Grin-Talk
1043	Man’s Treasure Hunt
1044	Some And Many
1045	Message To Myself (February 2, 2007)
1046	The Gift
1047	Santa In The Attic
1048	Message To Myself (February 16, 2007)
1049	“They”
1050	Message To Myself (February 23, 2007)
1051	Message To Myself (February 25, 2007)
1052	In God We Trust
1053	Knowledge
1054	May All Your Friends Be “Me-lasts”
1055	Crop-Talk
1056	Respect All Things From God
1057	Take Care
1058	Just Don’t Get Old
1059	The Santa-Survey
1060	Life Is Learning
1061	The Main Ring Of Jupiter
1062	Santa-Talk (1)
1063	Ingratitude
1064	Fight-Talk
1065	The Heart Of Freemasonry
1066	Message To Myself (April 7,2007)
1067	Self Gardening
1068	The Art Of Wishing
1069	Zero Point Seven Percent
1070	God Loves A Mason
1071	Search-Talk
1072	Discern, Learn And Earn
1073	Lip-Talk
1074	Message To Myself (April 28, 2007)
1075	Secret Santa Stuff
1076	Andromeda
1077	Thank You (2)
1078	Your Pursuit Of Happiness
1079	The healer
1080	The Right To Complain
1081	The possibilities Of S. Claus.
1082	Message To Myself (June 2, 2007)
1083	Meditation
1084	Search For It
1085	Message To Myself (June 13, 2007)
1086	Man’s Greatest Art
1087	Santa For President
1088	New Year’s Thinking
1089	Somewhere Between New Year’s And Valentine’s
1090	Message To Myself (July 01, 2007)
1091	Small-Talk
1092	Happy-Talk
1093	You I Embrace
1094	Love Stay Awhile
1095	Senior-Talk
1096	Dream-Talk (1)
1097	Virtues
1098	Youth And Age
1099	Message To Myself (July 16, 2007)
1100	God-Talk
1101	A Fact That May Enhance
1102	Message To Myself (July 23, 2007)
1103	Self-Made
1104	Message To Myself (July 26, 2007)
1105	Message To Myself (July 29, 2007)
1106	Message To Myself (July 30, 2007)
1107	Currency-Talk (1)
1108	Share-Talk
1109	Message To Myself (August 4, 2007)
1110	Stock-Talk
1111	Earthling Valedictorian
1112	Striving For The Light
1113	Fat Go Away!
1114	With respect, We Have Some Questions
1115	Photoperiodism And Beyond
1116	The Sacredness Of Choice
1117	Atom-Talk
1118	Free Will And Charity
1119	Currency-Talk (2)
1120	The Wise Know How To Ask
1121	Message To Myself (August 20, 2007)
1122	Spin-Talk
1123	Weight-Talk (1)
1124	Message To Myself (August 25, 2007)
1125	Time-Talk (2)
1126	The Possibility Of Joy
1127	The Energy Of God
1128	Growing-up Talk (1)
1129	Gold And Planet Earth
1130	Squawking Is One Sided
1131	Message To Myself (September 2, 2007)
1132	Number-Talk
1133	Message To Myself (September 7, 2007)
1134	Message To Myself (September 8, 2007)
1135	Sweet-Talk (1)
1136	Our Electro-Magnetic Egg
1137	Learning Curves
1138	The economy Of Life
1139	Growing-Up Talk (2)
1140	Message To Myself (September 19, 2007)
1141	Santa Dot Com
1142	Fast Is Not Our Speed
1143	Rethinking
1144	Peek-Talk
1145	Message To Myself (September 30, 2007)
1146	A Calm for Stormy Days
1147	Balance
1148	Heart Workers
1149	The Heart Is Waiting To Dance
1150	For The Rhyming Poet
1151	Message To Myself (October 13, 2007)
1152	Message To Myself (October 15, 2007)
1153	Water Hole Sentinels
1154	That Human Glow
1155	Message To Myself (October 21, 2007)
1156	Message To Myself (October 23, 2007)
1157	What Are They?
1158	Santa Forever
1159	From Where Do They Come, And Why?
1160	Message To Myself (November 2, 2007)
1161	Happiness Is Our Goal
1162	Message To Myself (November 5, 2007)
1163	The Lighter Side Of God
1164	The Mood Is Gratitude
1165	The Light Of Gratitude
1166	The Future Of Thanksgiving
1167	The Joy That Is Christmas
1168	Message To Myself (November 22, 2007)
1169	Message To Myself (November 25, 2007)
1170	Doctor Holiday
1171	Dear Georgia
1172	The Middle Way
1173	The Search For Mrs. Claus
1174	Message To Myself (December 19, 2007)
1175	To Love You More
1176	Humility Remembers This
1177	Timing And Technique
1178	Message To Myself (December 24, 2007)
1179	Aligned
1180	Pass It On
1181	This New Year Brings…
1182	Looking For Slights
1183	Choose To Choose    
1184	Corrected Vision 
1185	Message To Myself (January 1, 2008)
1186	Message To Myself (January 2, 2008)
1187	Tweakin-Talk
1188	Message To Myself (January 6, 2008)
1189	Pumpkin-Talk
1190	My Ideal Poem
1191	Message To Myself (January 10, 2008)
1192	Message To myself (January 13, 2008)
1193	Uncountable
1194	Blue Birds Don’t Fly With Chicken Hawks
1195	Dream-Talk (2)
1196	Poet-Talk
1197	What Makes A Truly Good Poem?
1198	Simply Elegant
1199	To Those About To Fall Into Their Shadow
1200	To Those Looking Forward To The Next moment
1201	Culture-Talk
1202	Exchanging Eye Glasses Won’t Maintain Clarity
1203	Birthday-Talk
1204	Message To Myself (January 25, 2008)
1205	Are You Hungry?
1206	To Make of Life An Art
1207	Message To Myself (January 30, 2008)
1208	Message To Myself (February 1, 2008)
1209	Heart-Valentines
1210	A Valentine From Experience
1211	Thoughts For Thanksgiving
1212	Directions For The Overloaded
1213	A Note For The Distressed
1214	Don’t Forget To Set The Alarm
1215	Imagination Can Be Your Friend
1216	Man’s Morning Myth
1217	Tolerance Not Hollerance
1218	What Beauty Never Does
1219	My Never-Do-List
1220	Why Are We Here Talk
1221	Message To Myself (March 1, 2008)
1222	Smile-Talk
1223	Was My Life Worthwhile?
1224	Message to Myself (March 10, 2008)
1225	Our World Is Expanding, Again
1226	Know-Talk
1227	Killing Is Common
1228	Where Subtle Becomes Gross
1229	The Wonder of It All
1230	Message to Myself (March 26, 2008)
1231	Earth Wants You!
1232	From Rough to Smooth
1233	Hang Them High
1234	Your Phoenix Art Museum
1235	“Arr” Talk
1236	Respondent
1237	Our Future Contains Our Response to the Present
1238	Look for Me In Your Heart
1239	The Birth Before Creation
1240	A Tad More Than A Comment
1241	My Masonic Lodge
1242	Where Would We Be Without It?
1243	Nose-Talk
1244	Message to Myself (May 17, 2008)
1245	Beyond Wonder
1246	Early-Talk
1247	Willbe-Talk
1248	Small But Entertaining
1249	By Our Deeds
1250	Message to Myself (June 4, 2008)
1251	Learning to Live
1252	Message to Myself (June 9, 2008)
1253	Crazy About Calories
1254	What Is It?
1255	Many Talk. Few Listen.
1256	Feather-Talk
1257	Message to Myself (June 20, 2008)
1258	Message to Myself (June 22, 2008)
1259	The Truth About Phoenix
1260	Message to Myself (June 28, 2008)
1261	Message to Myself (June 30, 2008)
1262	Message to Myself (July 6, 2008)
1263	Fork-Talk
1264	Masonic Invocation
1265	Human Weather Talk
1266	Santa’s Secret Medicine
1267	Together Forever
1268	Santa-Vision
1269	What Santa Really Brings
1270	Poem-Talk (2)
1271	Beyond All Doubt
1272	Hey Santa!
1273	A Touch of Art
1274	Message to Myself (August 1, 2008)
1275	Audible
1276	Message to Myself (August 4, 2008)
1277	When The Ink Dries
1277A  Message To Myself (August 6, 2008)
1278	New Moons Are Just for Day
1279	Message To Myself (August 10, 2008)
1280	The No-See-ems
1281	Message To Myself (August 16, 2008)
1282	Santa’s For Grown-Ups
1283	Will We Ever Know?
1284	The Hubble Deep Field
1285	My Redefinition Of Big
1286	Thought-Talk (3)
1287	Born Again?
1288	Message To Myself (September 12, 2008)
1289	Choice And Effect
1290	Message To Myself (September 13, 2008)
1291	Thank You (3)
1292	Simple Is Best (1)
1293	Where Do They Come From, And Why?
1294	Service-Talk
1295	Things Within Things
1296	Message To Myself (September 22, 2008)
1297	Eat-Talk
1298	Goal-Talk
1299	Thought-Talk (4)
1300	Tolerate Don’t Hollerate
1301	Message To Myself (October 11, 2008)
1302	Message To Myself (October 17, 2008)
1303	Message To Myself (October 19, 2008)
1304	Gas And Dust
1305	I Pause For Santa Claus
1306	The Way Of Love
1307	Restriction By Design
1308	Message To Myself (October 29, 2008)
1309	Seeker Of Light
1310	250 million years
1311	Old-Red-Cheeks
1312	Jesus
1313	Long Eyes (2)
1314	God Has A Lot To Tell
1315	Willing To Learn
1316	The Not-Light
1317	Message To Myself (November 10, 2008)
1318	Hearts Know Well
1319	Cherish Is The Attitude
1320	Give-Talk
1321	Pre-Flight
1322	Beyond-Talk
1323	Santa-Talk (2)
1324	Christmas Is Real
1325	Message To Myself (November 30, 2008)
1326	Today
1327	Message To Myself (December 3, 2008)
1328	Galactic Smile
1329	Thanks For Our Next Breath
1330	Message To Myself (December 9, 2008)
1331	Gift-Talk
1332	Looking For My Toes
1333	Message To Myself (December 13, 2008)
1334	Message To Myself (December 15, 2008)
1335	Weight-Talk (2)
1336	The Healing poem
1337	Time-Talk (3)
1338	Can’t And Can
1339	Message To Myself (December 22, 2008)
1340	Warm-Talk (1)
1341	Freemasonry Forever
1342	Does God Read The Headlines?
1343	Message To Myself (January 1, 2009)
1344	My New Year’s Resolution (January 1, 2009)
1345	Perception Is Reality?
1346	Who Am I?
1347	The Santa Kid
1348	Thank You For The Stars
1349	Memory-Talk
1350	Message To Myself (February 3, 2009)
1351	Message To Myself (February 10, 2009)
1352	Forgive And Live
1353	Message To Myself   February 18, 2009
1354	You Know Its True
1355	The Why Of When
1356	Born To Choose
1357	Angular Velocity And The Equator
1358	The Light Within
1359	The Way Of Complimentary Colors
1360	With Added Light
1361	The Almost Greatest Fact Of Life
1362	A Message for Us All
1363	The Jewel In My Heart
1364	Calm-Talk
1365	Flower-Talk (1)
1366	Birds At Prayer
1367	Warriors Of The spirit
1368	My Self-Uncivil-War
1369	Our Glimpse Of Light
1370	Something, When Day Goes Night
1371	Moon-Talk (2)
1372	Grateful For Light
1373	The First Birthday
1374	For Happiness We Dare
1375	When Brushes Learn To Smile
1376	Keeping It “Light”
1377	Wishes Don’t Dance With Regrets
1378	 Investment-Talk 
1379	Human-Talk
1380	The Great Embrace
1381	Our Place To Learn
1382	Choice Is The Start
1383	Remember This
1384	Yule-Talk
1385	The Joy Of Santa
1386	Message To Myself (August 8, 2009)
1387	Before We Eat Our Cake
1388	Shadow-Talk
1389	For The Godless All Is Chance
1390	Why The Prudent Win
1391	Holiday Cheer
1392	The War Between Lips And Teeth
1393	Message To Myself (October 31, 2009)
1394	Santa’s Song
1395	For Love
1396	The Disappearance Of S. Claus
1397	Lord I’ve Been Thinking
1398	Comfort Zone
1399	Love At First Bite
1400	Falling In Love
1401	Distracted
1402	It Comes To This
1403	In Addition To Chocolate…
1404	Not Beyond Our Reach (1)
1405	Within Our Reach (1)
1406	Message To Myself (December 13, 2009)
1407	Some Think It Oh So Rare
1408	My Warm Hurts Less Than Cold
1409	With Smile And Sigh
1410	Unrequited Love (2)
1411	Message To Myself (December 25, 2009)
1412	Return To Me
1413	Feelings Can Teach
1414	Mr. And Mrs. “Right”
1415	Perhaps (1)
1416	The Battle Of Crude And Kind
1417	The Wisdom Of Joy
1418	An Explosive Interlude
1419	Deception
1420	Sleeping Santa
1421	Invisible Elder Brothers
1422	A Wish For The Future
1423	Saguaro-Talk
1424	Let It Be Told
1425	Not-Love Is Pain
1426	Don’t Hesitate To Celebrate
1427	Leave Them To God
1428	Embrace All Space?
1429	When Taste Goes To My Waist
1430	Train The Trainer
1431	Message To Myself (June 15, 2010)
1432	Its Warm Kiss Flows
1433	Portals Of The Mind
1434	Message To Myself (June 20, 2010)
1435	Phoenix, Arizona: Ideal Yet Moody
1436	A Road Less Traveled?
1437	The Wise Have Always Taught
1438	Just Married (With dogs)
1439	Message To Myself (July 4, 2010)
1440	Message To Myself (July 5, 2010)
1441	"Be joyful Always"* (1)
1442	In All Things Dim Or Light
1443	Message To Myself (July 11, 2010)
1444	Gratitude Heals The Grateful
1445	Perhaps For Half A Day
1446	Message To Myself (July 17, 2010)
1447	The Smile Of Humankind
1448	Some Will Object
1449	Sex-Talk
1450	Message To Myself (August 1, 2010)
1451	When Hungry Meets Desire
1452	Let Beauty Tell
1453	A Place To Start
1454	God’s Recipe
1455	Before And After Talk
1456	Treasure-Talk
1457	The Vain Hear Not Their Flaws
1458	Soul War
1459	Within Our Reach (2)
1460	Message To Myself (October 24, 2010)
1461	Incarnation-Talk
1462	Time-Out Talk
1463	Message To Myself (November 7, 2010)
1464	Reach-Talk
1465	Stock Market Talk
1466	Stocks Are A game
1467	Perhaps It’s Like Finding A Four Leaf Clover
1468	Dawn-Talk (1) 
1469	Aging-Talk
1470	The Greatest Learning
1471	Message To Myself (November 28, 2010)
1472	Birthdays
1473	My Secret Swell Talk
1474	A Not-So-Fixed Point
1475	The Magic Flute
1476	For The Not Quite Lost At Christmas Time
1477	The Human Mystery
1478	Our Special Place
1479	Holding On (2)
1480	When Santa Goes Home
1481	Galactic Santa
1482	Message To Myself (December 26, 2010)
1483	Things Inside Things
1484	Message To Myself (December 31, 2010)
1485	Message To Myself (January 1, 2011)
1486	On Man’s Warming
1487	Internal Advice
1488	Some Things That Delight
1489	Besides Throwing The Switch, We Also Blow Things Up
1490	K622, The Clarinet Concerto: 1791
1491	Ripple-Talk
1492	Good-Learning Is God Smart
1493	My Declaration Of Independence
1494	My Great Un-Scheme
1495	Dream Lover Talk
1496	The Thought Pond
1497	Message To Myself (January 30, 2011)
1498	Message To Myself (February 3, 2011)
1499	Reflection On Refraction
1500	Message To Myself (February 6, 2011)
1501	Valentine-Talk (1)
1502	For The Hierarchy Of Light
1503	Invisible Nurtures Visible
1504	Snow-Talk
1505	First-Love Talk
1506	Message To Myself (February 25, 2011)
1507	Message To Myself (February 26, 2011)
1508	Hidden May Well Be Best
1509	For The Mother Of Agni Yoga
1510	The Santa Symbol
1511	Humidity Precipitates Humlity
1512	Message To Myself (March 1, 2011)
1513	Duck Pond Talk
1514	Shapes Make Landscapes
1515	Vanity: The Exit game
1516	Message To Myself (March 20, 2011)
1517	Man’s Best Dream
1518	Unforgettable
1519	Message To Myself (March 26, 2011)
1520	Our Trick Of Light
1521	When Heart Warms Mind
1522	Loving-Wise
1523	The View Less Taken
1524	The Eye Of Our Hurricane
1525	To The Joyless
1526	Great Poems Reach
1527	Message To Myself (April 29, 2011)
1528	Message To Myself (May 2, 2011)
1529	I Am Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.
1530	The Calm In The Wind
1531	When Mind Hears Heart
1532	Why Beauty?
1533	Our Gratitude Is Not Enough
1534	Astrogalus
1535	Procrastinator
1536	For The Love Of Slim
1537	Never On A Sunday (1)
1538	Deliciously Thin?
1539	Joyful Science
1540	When The Sun Caresses The Mist
1541	Message To Myself (June 21, 2011)
1542	That Love, Again, May Glow
1543	July Fourth Talk (2011)
1544	Beyond Santa Talk
1545	My Friend Is Eighty Plus
1546	From November 2000
1547	The Annual Rescue Of Phoenix
1548	He That Is Reindeer Quick
1549	Morning Prayer-Poem
1550	Sweet-Heart Talk
1551	Message To Myself (August 10, 2011)
1552	The Twinkle Tells The Tale
1553	Stock-Talk (1)
1554	The Joy Of Love Is Real
1555	A Holy Of Holies
1556	Gold At 1800
1557	And When We’re Done
1558	Dividends
1559	The Shame Of Mankind: The Beauty Of Humanity
1560	The Fallopian Drama
1561	Surely You Know
1562	The No-Grow
1563	Dreams Of Health
1564	Journey Of Desire
1565	The Magnitude Of Mutual Consent
1566	The Great Reminder
1567	Most Still Hide In The Nude
1568	Un-Willing To Conspire
1569	Message To Myself (October 2, 2011)
1570	Cherish Every Bite
1571	Not-New is Never Old
1572	A Beautiful Glow
1573	Moods Have Tides
1574	The Mature Cure
1575	What Tells Them It’s Their Turn?
1576	Teach Me To Be Healthy
1577	Dark Side Brewing
1578	Do You Battle With The Bean?
1579	Lovely To Mind Delights The Heart
1580	Harvest-Talk
1581	Lost In Santa’s Bag?
1582	Mood-Breezes
1583	Message To Myself (November 11, 2011)
1584	God Is A Chemist
1585	Head-Strong Is Mind-Gone
1586	Winter-Warmers
1587	A “Frosty” Echo
1588	Should There Be A Medal?
1589	For Robert Frost November 25, 2011
1590	Weathering-Talk
1591	The Santa Attitude
1592	Where-In We Learn
1593	For Those Who Have Regrets
1594	Chronic Complainers
1595	Winter Bloomers
1596	Halteres
1597	Where crawlers Learn To Fly
1598	Taurus
1599	When The Saguaro Blooms
1600	Lord There’s Much Confusion
1601	Halloween… October 31, 2011
1602	Digital Keeper-Glow
1603	Forever-Thin Chocolate Cake
1604	That Future Fins Us Friends
1605	The Truth Is What Exists (1)
1606	Sweet-Talk (2)
1607	Wish-Talk
1608	God-Talk
1609	Right And Wrong Talk
1610	Message To Myself (January 4, 2012)
1611	Terrestrial?
1612	Mirror-Talk
1613	Message To Myself (January 7, 2012)
1614	Our Greatest Need
1615	To Warm Or Not To Warm…
1616	It Won’t Be Quick
1617	The Highest Degree Of Pleasure
1618	The Warming
1619	Telling-Talk
1620	Never Be Late To Learn
1621	Poemosophy
1622	Message To Myself (February 8, 2012)
1623	Message To Myself (February 12, 2012)
1624	Within Our Reach (3)
1625	Diet-Talk (1)
1626	More Mind Than Heart
1627	Snacky-Whacky
1628	Flower-Smart
1629	My Secret Medicine
1630	My “Day-Off-Diet” Day
1631	Message To Myself (February 29, 2012)
1632	The Nearly Not-So-Never
1633	Message To Myself (March 6, 2012)
1634	Classes For The Masses
1635	Weathering The Way
1636	Complimentary
1637	Sound Familiar?
1638	Our Keep-Apart
1639	Thinkers, Thinking And Thought
1640	Sower-Reaper
1641	Beyond Smart
1642	Message To Myself (March 23, 2012)
1643	When Pounds Ar,’t Compelling
1644	You’re Beautiful
1645	Our-Never-Need
1646	Message To Myself (March 27, 2012)
1647	Amusing Light
1648	New Beginnings
1649	Prudence In Practice
1650	Message To Myself (April 1, 2012)
1651	Thou Art More Temperate?
1652	Message To Myself (April 6, 2012)
1653	There We Embrace
1654	Message To Myself (April 8, 2012)
1655	For The Christ
1656	Turning Earth And rising Sun
1657	Your kiss Reveals Your Tenderness
1658	Beautify With Words? Perhaps…
1659	Close-Up Backyard Flower Photography
1660	Those Folks That Glow
1661	Dream-Talk (3)
1662	Love-Aware
1663	What Can Live Without The Sun
1664	Flower-Talk (2)
1665	Invisible Reminders
1666	Thriving-Talk
1667	Border-Talk
1668	Career-Talk
1669	Dawn And Dim Talk
1670	Heaven’s Price
1671	Life’s Complicated, But…
1672	Love-Talk (2)
1673	Love-Talk (3)
1674	Love-Talk (4)
1675	Message To Myself (April 30, 2012)
1676	In The Science Of Our Extremes
1677	Perceptive Yet Not Reflective?
1678	Message To Myself (May 5, 2012)
1679	Discernment Is A Virtue
1680	Spring-Talk
1681	The West: May 7, 2012
1682	Message To Myself (May 8, 2012)
1683	A Time To Think-Cool
1684	Oh Yes!
1685	Common-Sense Talk
1686	The Thankful Healer
1687	Mother-Talk
1688	Rude-Talk
1689	R.I.P.
1690	The Poem As Sperm
1691	It Pays To Know
1692	Rose-Talk
1693	Will The Great Composer Disclose:
1694	Summer In The Sonoran Desert
1695	The Force Behind Kindness
1696	When I See You Again
1697	Pearly Gate Talk
1698	Day Light
1699	Worry-Talk
1700	Joy-Talk (2)
1701	Message To Myself (May 27, 2012)
1702	Love-Talk (5)
1703	Hidden From View
1704	Heard On The Job
1705	Dawn-Talk (2)
1706	My Cost Of Growing Up
1707	"Be Joyful Always" (2)
1708	Touched By Beauty
1709	Dawn-Talk (3)
1710	We Conscious Gardeners
1711	Garden-Talk (1)
1712	Garden-Talk (2)
1713	Learning Is Meant To Be
1714	That After Diamond Ring
1715	Marriage-Talk
1716	Not Without Love (1)
1717	Message To Myself (June 4, 2012)
1718	Message To Myself (June 5, 2012)
1719	My No-Blame Diet
1720	Love-Talk (6)
1721	Not Beyond Our Reach
1722	My Hungry (1)
1723	Turning-Talk (1)
1724	Turning-Talk (2)
1725	Don’t Diet In Your Sleep
1726	Stock-Talk (2)
1727	Bright Is Right
1728	Beauty Lives Where The Heart lives
1729	My Not-So-Thin
1730	Thank You (4)
1731	Message To Myself (June 17, 2012)
1732	Let Us Caress
1733	Terriblle Lizard Talk
1734	Diet-Talk (2)
1735	Ode To Joy
1736	Flaw-Talk
1737	Demand Or Encourage?
1738	Love-Talk (7)
1739	For The Common Good
1740	Diet-Talk (3)
1741	Love-Talk (8)
1742	Love-Talk (9)
1743	Love-Talk (10)
1744	Love-Talk (11)
1745	Man’s Big-Bang!
1746	My Best Friend
1747	What, In The Universe, Is Discernment?
1748	Tight Fit Talk
1749	My Last Prayer
1750	My Ice Cream Never Melts
1751	My Heart Smiled
1752	Sonoran-Talk
1753	Happy Space Anniversary
1754	My Day-Off-Diet-Day (2)
1755	How Many Times Must We Die?
1756	Perhaps If We Smiled More
1757	To All Those
1758	Sweet Mistrust
1759	Rocks That Hide In The Water
1760	Let There Be Will!
1761	Message To Myself (August 19, 2012)
1762	The Un-Changeable Changes The Changeable
1763	That  Tactile Sense In Art
1764	Un-Weathered (2)
1765	Poets That Feed My Soul
1766	Something We Feel, But Never See
1767	Synonyms For Kindness
1768	A Delightful Yet Un-Delicious Loss
1769	Stocky-Marky
1770	The Innocent-Criminal
1771	Why Does That Lizard Do Push-Ups?
1772	Message To Myself (September 2, 2012)
1773	I Just Wanted More
1774	Message To Myself (September 3, 2012)
1775	Love Your Enemy?
1776	That Far And No Further
1777	Welcome To Classroom Earth
1778	Little Known And Less Used
1779	The Joining
1780	Legal Tender Talk
1781	Message To Myself (September 17, 2012)
1782	My Thyroid And Banana Splits
1783	Just North Of Skunk Creek
1784	Longer Than We Can Imagine
1785	I Am (Beneficial, Ecstatic And Useful To You)
1786	Finding Toes
1787	But Do We Have The Constitution?
1788	Happiness Is A Rose In Bloom
1789	Message To Myself (September 27, 2012)
1790	I Am (Delightful And Worldly Nude)
1791	The Warming Of Our Way
1792	Beyond The Wink
1793	What A Waist
1794	Intent With Attitude
1795	That Hiram Moment
1796	No Dust No Flake
1797	Message To Myself (October 10, 2012)
1798	We Think Therefore We Dream
1799	Nice From Not So Nice?
1800	A Clarinet Concerto With Flowers
1801	Tomorrow I’ll Think Slim
1802	The Almost Never-Tell
1803	Message To Myself (October 14, 2012)
1804	Sometime After Wooing
1805	Man’s Greatest Cure?
1806	In The Egyptian Book Of The Dead
1807	The Permeation Of Concern
1808	Forgotten Pebbles
1809	The Secret Of Close-Up Flower Photography
1810	The Diet Specious?
1811	Message To Myself (October 25, 2012)
1812	Message To Myself (October 28, 2012)
1813	The Most Unusual Gift
1814	The Mystery Of Fullness
1815	Un-Knowing Is Un-Seeing
1816	Learning The Art
1817	Message To Myself (November 10, 2012)
1818	Relative Rabbit Stew?
1819	Lost In The Dessert
1820	Freemasonry 1
1821	My Never-Full
1822	Message To Myself (November 16, 2012)
1823	Impeachable
1824	The Mind As Garden
1825	Pleiades Without A Scope
1826	Freemasonry 2
1827	Man’s Happy Art
1828	Gambel’s Quail
1829	Taste-Talk
1830	Tongue-Talk
1831	Intangible-Talk
1832	Wallet Sized Hopes?
1833	The Best Un-Excitement Money Can’t Buy
1834	To Be Soul Warm
1835	Mankind’s Stepping-Stone To Humanity
1836	Short On We
1837	To Those Who Would Love
1838	A Mozart Meditation
1839	Freemasonry 3
1840	Bon Appetit?
1841	Perhaps (2)
1842	Message To Myself (December 15, 2012)
1843	The Earning Of Refinement
1844	Timeless Questions?
1845	Shield-Talk
1846	Does It Just Happen?
1847	Tummy-Talk
1848	How Much Does A Feeling Really Weigh?
1849	Internal-External Un-Civil War
1850	Love-Talk (12)
1851	Message To Myself (December 23, 2012)
1852	When Santa’s More Than Santa
1853	To Choose Is To Prefer
1854	Weed The Day
1855	Message To Myself (December 29, 2012)
1856	To Gardeners In Winter
1857	Delicious Does Delight
1858	Naked-Eye Andromeda?
1859	Where Is Santa Now?
1860	What Is Santa’s Part?
1861	Delicious Distraction
1862	Love-Talk (13)
1863	Untold-Talk
1864	The Dis-Ease Of Not Understanding
1865	Nebulous-Talk
1866	Love Is To Live
1867	Reminders And Remainders
1868	Scope-Thinking (1)
1869	Scope-Thinking (2)
1870	My Never-Nightmare
1871	Must We Trust?
1872	This Realing Feeling
1873	Grateful For Gratitude?
1874	A Perspective On Money
1875	The Bind And The Un-Confined
1876	When Thin Will Win
1877	Not Without Joy
1878	The Rosicrucian Way
1879	Aging Is Engaging
1880	Valentine (2)
1881	What Is Our Destiny?
1882	Valentine (3)
1883	The Joyful-Worthwhile
1884	Why Beauty Sleeps
1885	When Hearts Must Hug
1886	A.M.O.R.C.
1887	The Thought Is This
1888	The Feeling That Heals
1889	Not For The Thin
1890	Does Mozart Realign By Design?
1891	Lotteries And Ought-To-Beez
1892	The Virtue Of The Mean
1893	Love-Talk (14)
1894	Non-Fat Chromosomes?
1895	Love-Talk (15)
1896	Diet Chemists At Risk
1897	Message To Myself (February 26, 2013)
1898	Love-Talk (16)
1899	Poem Sanctum
1900	The Dark Side Of Yes
1901	The Prudent Gardener
1902	The Touch Of Gold
1903	Love-Talk (17)
1904	Un-Christmas Is A Drag
1905	Karma Claus?
1906	Our Chance To Fly?
1907	Perspective Loves Posiition
1908	Tenacious-Talk
1909	Sweet Currency
1910	The Secret All Should Know
1911	Glimpse-Talk
1912	Love-Talk (18)
1913	Double Check Every Speck
1914	Don’t Drink And Ink
1915	Old Tide Talk
1916	Smart-Talk
1917	How Do You Do?
1918	Again-Talk
1919	Joy As A Special Wisdom
1920	Not Without Love (2)
1921	My Pebble In The Pond
1922	The Dark Side Of Taste
1923	How Do You Winter?
1924	Mysterious Yet Entirely Necessary?
1925	Pants Alarm
1926	What’s Always Right?
1927	Retail Therapy
1928	Palo Verde Talk
1929	Message To Myself (April 23, 2013)
1930	To The Great Architect Of The Universe
1931	God's Gold
1932	Learning-Talk
1933	Beauty Lies In Many Forms
1934	The Best Advice
1935	Un-Wisdom Makes Us Wise
1936	My Fascination
1937	Cycle-Talk
1938	Scale-Talk
1939	My Never Apart
1940	Beyond Pillow Talk
1941	The Downside Of Delight
1942	Engaging
1943	Not Quite Apart
1944	Love-Talk (19)
1945	Caring Pillow Talk
1946	The God Application
1947	My Tiny Teacher
1948	Winter Ways
1949	Advice To The Un-Wed
1950	Fast-Food Fast?
1951	Tomorrow-Talk (2)
1952	Love-Talk (20)
1953	Love-Talk (21)
1954	Man's Dubious Companion
1955	Heaven To Earth
1956	Instant Karma
1957	Love-Talk (22)
1958	Must There Always Be A Carrying Charge?
1959	Sweet-Talk (3)
1960	Love-Talk (23)
1961	Love-Talk (24)
1962	Love-Talk (25)
1963	Karma Leads To Love
1964	Message To Mind
1965	Thin-Talk
1966	Residue
1967	Snowmen Make Poor Lovers
1968	Un-Sober Talk
1969	How To Arrest
1970	Independence-Talk
1971	Grin The Grind
1972	Total Return Talk
1973	My Excess
1974	Just Married Talk
1975	Waist Talk For Guys
1976	Rebirth Is How We Learn
1977	Man-Talk
1978	Bulge-Talk
1979	Still Waiting For A Reply
1980	Vicissitudes
1981	When Will I Be Gone?
1982	Our Free-Will Party (2)
1983	The Secret Most Poets Don't Know They Know
1984	Imp-Talk
1985	Heart Music
1986	The Joyful Dream With Heart
1987	Chowhound
1988	Our Warming
1989	The Up-Poem
1990	What Will We Want?
1991	Joy Is A Great Traveling Companion
1992	Less Light More Profit?
1993	Intuition
1994	Money-Talk (1)
1995	May-Talk
1996	Oh, To Be Sweetly Un-Seduced
1997	While There Is Light
1998	Subtle-Talk (1)
1999	Perhaps It's A Spring Attitude
2000	Man's Un-Warm
2001	Message To Myself (September 6, 2013)
2002	Sweet Control
2003	Fog Man
2004	The Invitation (2)
2005	Love-Talk (26)
2006	The In-Between Of Wax And Wane
2007	Wisdom Matures With Heart
2008	Seventy-Talk
2009	One-Talk
2010	Sow a Sweet Seed, Reap A Dessert
2011	Time-Talk (4)
2012	Together-Talk
2013	Gardens Reveal The Gardener
2014	Some Say We Grow Too Slow
2015	The Birth Of Change
2016	What To Manifest? 
2017	Thought-Talk (5)
2018	Last Breath Talk
2019	The Choice Of All Good-Will
2020	Weeding Is Our Greatest Sport
2021	Let's Just Call Them Low Profile
2022	The Last To Go
2023	When Crunchy's On The Crave
2024	When I Goes We
2025	The Potty-Training Of Our Free-Will
2026	To Fill Or Not To Fill
2027	Message To Myself (November 19, 2013)
2028	Turning Talk (3)
2029	Un-Safe At Any Speed
2030	Message To Myself (November 29, 2013)
2031	Closing Thoughts
2032	Never On A Sunday (2)
2033	Warm-Talk (2)
2034	Test-Talk
2035	The Art Of The Perpetual Snacker
2036	Death Has A Birthday
2037	Tomorrow-Talk (3)
2038	 Real-Talk (2)
2039	Subtle Is As Subtle Does
2040	When Will I Ever be Full?
2041	The Un-Learning
2042	Glow-Talk
2043	Valentine-Talk (2)
2044	The Truth Is What Exists (2)
2045	Our Love
2046	Kindness Is Not For Cowards
2047	To Keep Life Sane
2048	Searching For The Never-Grim
2049	Brighter Than Gold
2050	Counting To Talk
2051	Dawn-Talk (4)
2052	Dare To Care
2053	Man's Milestone
2054	My Not-So-Slim
2055	Love-Talk (27)
2056	Message To Myself (March 9, 2014)
2057	Invincible And Bright
2058	Heart-Bold
2059	Billions Become One
2060	Message To Myself (March15, 2014)
2061	Auras Don't Lie
2062	Sonoran Summer (Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.)
2063	My Why-Eat Talk
2064	Message To Myself (March 23, 2014)
2065	Message To Myself (March 27, 2014)
2066	My Hungry (2)
2067	In The In-Between
2068	If Virtue Could Advise
2069	Choose Don't Lose
2070	We "Innocent" Harvesters
2071	Adjusting-Talk
2072	The Plump Detective
2073	Love-Talk (28)
2074	Why We Kill For Our Ideas
2075	The Path Worthwhile
2076	Re-Run Talk
2077	Dim Needs Light
2078	Subtle-Talk (2)
2079	Want-Talk
2080	Tough Calorie Talk
2081	For The Not-So-Young In Future Times
2082	Message To Myself (April 14, 2014)
2083	Where Does The Future Begin?
2084	That Whisper From Within
2085	My Always And Never Dine Together
2086	Mind vs. Heart
2087	Wisdom Goes Well With Love
2088	My Not-Win
2089	To: The Highest Of Hearts
2090	Message To Myself (April 19, 2014)
2091	Thank You God (3)
2092	The Spirit Of Santa
2093	Now Is Our Present When
2094	Thought-Talk (6)
2095	Message To Myself (April 26, 2014)
2096	If Rainbows Could Keep Score
2097	Not-Good Is Cruel
2098	Sure There'll Be A Reaping
2099	Harmony By Design?
2100	Hearts are Made To Rejoice
2101	My No-Way, Non-Fat Talk
2102	Hormones-R-Us
2103	Inner Weather
2104	Lover's Light
2105	Message To Myself (May 12, 2014)
2106	Color Me Happy
2107	The Not-Love
2108	Glad Trumps Mad
2109	Always Hello Never Goodbye
2110	Taught By The Not-So-Seen
2111	God I Apologize
2112	The Health Of The Spirit Is Joy
2113	Hearts In Orbit
2114	Did It Happen To You?
2115	The Future Smiles On Those Who Ask
2116	Be The Celebration!
2117	Star-Talk (2)
2118	Questions Before My Last Breath
2119	I've Never Felt So Complete
2120	Message To Myself (May 24, 2014)
2121	Would You Come Back?
2122	What Else Did God Do To Help?
2123	Message To Myself (May 26, 2014)
2124	Message To Myself (May 29 2014)
2125	On Account Of A Wink
2126	Free-Will Makes Rascals First: Saints Second
2127	The Measure Of Delight
2128	The Secret Of Beauty Is Joy
2129	The Moonlight Rise Of Our Warm Balloon
2130	The Fifth Season
2131	Message To Myself (June 7, 2014)
2132	Message To Myself (June 9, 2014)
2133	My Hungry (3)
2134	Message To Myself (June 10, 2014)
2135	My Future Thank You
2136	Message To Myself (June 14, 2014)
2137	Cheerful-Talk
2138	Message To Myself (June 15, 2014)
2139	Message To Myself (June 21, 2014)
2140	Forsake Not Cake
2141	R.W.G.
2142	Love-Talk (29)
2143	Learning Is Less "Me-First"
2144	Dessert's An Attitude
2145	The Mother Of All Remedies
2146	Not All Stars Are White
2147	186,282 Miles Per Second
2148	Love-Talk (30)
2149	A Curious Defense
2150	Let The Warming Begin
2151	Love-Talk (31)
2152	Love-Talk (32)
2153	To Will's To Sow
2154	My Diet War, etc.
2155	Love-Talk (33)
2156	Love-Talk (34)
2157	Love-Talk (35)
2158	My Hungry (4)
2159	Un-Calm Spells Pain
2160	Dim Is Grim
2161	Message To Myself (August 13, 2014)
2162	High-Talk (2)
2163	Aura-Talk
2164	Wise Is Not Always Gray
2165	It Seems Like Only Yesterday
2166	Joy Heals The Spirit
2167	A Prudent Course In Cosmic Self Defense
2168	My Fullness
2169	Veil-Talk
2170	Just One More
2171	Delight Is The Smile Of Joy
2172	Lord, The Veil Is Lifting
2173	"Be Joyful Always" (3)
2174	The Source Of Trust
2175	Day-Night Talk
2176	If Care Is To Survive
2177	Beyond Prism Talk
2178	Advice To Poets
2179	As We Love, So We Grow
2180	When Heart Well Warms The Mind
2181	Let The Chocolate Flow!
2182	The Happiness Of Life
2183	Earth Stage
2184	When-Talk
2185	Leaving-Talk
2186	Do You Have Anything To Declare?
2187	Message To Myself (January 18, 2015)
2188	Message To Myself (January 20, 2015)
2189	No-Way!
2190	Begin-Talk
2191	Desert-Talk
2192	Message To Myself (January 29, 2015)
2103	Message To Myself (January 31, 2015)
2194	Will-Warm
2195	Age-Talk
2196	Joy In My Jello
2197	Weight Whispers
2198	My Salt River Scene
2199	Riding The Subatomic
2200	Joy-Talk (3)
2201	Calorie-Cop (1)
2202	Meditation: Fright Or Flight?
2203	Money-Talk (2)
2204	Love-Talk (36)
2205	Calorie-Cop (2)
2206	Needs And Weeds
2207	Almost Seventy-Two
2208	When Poems Smile
2209	Message To Myself (March 27, 2015)
2210	Message To Myself (March 29, 2015)
2211	Our Mountain Top
2212	Christmas
2213	For The Christ
2214	Message To Myself (April 5, 2015)
2215	Light-Worthy
2216	Confession Of A Non-Thin
2217	Twinkle-Talk
2218	My Most Worthwhile
2219	Crescendo-Talk
2220	Yin And Yang Talk
2221	Elder Brother Talk
2222	The Art Of Warm Reflection
2223	Unsatisfied
2224	Where Man Has Grown
2225	Kindle-Talk
2226	The Life Less Tense
2227	The Glimpse That Cures
2228	When A Peek Becomes A glimpse
2229	Message To Myself (July 22, 2015)
2230	Black Holes And Gooey Hot Fudge Sundaes
2231	My Friendship Goal
2232 	Within Is Not That Far
2233	The Dim Tool
2234	Did Caterpillar Fly In Its Dreams?
2235	Slow Learned
2236	Dessert Philosophy?
2237	Love In Triple Rhyme
2238	Feeding The World
2239	What A Pem Really Is
2240	Hot Chocolate Is Not For Whimps
2241	Friends Care
2242	Love-Talk (37)
2243	Love-Talk (38)
2244	Love-Talk (39)
2245	Message To Myself (September-16-2015)
2246	To God In My Heart
2247	What Real Freemasonry Knows (And Does)
2248	"A Good Conscience Is A Continual Christmas"
2249	Message To Myself (August 23, 2015)
2250	Message To Myself (August 29 20150
2251	Meter Patter Plus
2252	Message To Myself (September 5, 2015)
2253	Reflections At Seventy-Two
2254 	My Tested Smile
2255	Message To Myself (September 9, 2015)
2256	The Touch Of A Poem
2257	In Poems As In Life
2258	The Secret Of The Un-Sad
2259	Thought-Talk (7)
2260	Dim-Talk
2261	For Love To Glow
2262	Tell It Lovely And Bold
2263	Where Did My "No" Go?
2264	Love-Talk (40)
2265	But On That Day We'll Know
2266	Slight Of Mind
2267	Nebula-Talk
2268	My Perfect Moment
2269	Growing Old Without Getting Old
2270	Seventy-Two And Smiling
2271	Heart-Talk (5)
2272	Esoteric-Talk
2273	The Most Sought After
2274	Dessert Therapy
2275	Something Sinoatrial
2276	It's In The Glow
2277	Almost Seventy-Three
2278	Good Whispers Contain Hope
2279	A Plan Before Breath?
2280	Re-Aligning
2281	When "Yes" Becomes "Oh-No!"
2282	Everyone's Search For Happiness
2283	Full (Running On Empty)
2284	Beyond Nude
2285	Photosynthesize
2286	Where Education Fails!
2287	When Smile Goes Grim
2288	Love-Talk (41)
2289	Let There Be (Brighter) Light!
2290	The Never Alone
2291	But He Still Likes Cookies And Milk
2292	Seconds (And Thirds)
2293	Within Is Worthwhile
2294	Weather-Makers?
2295	Love-Talk (42)
2296	God "Taps" For Our Starry-Fade
2297	Heart Is Our Forever Gate
2298	Love-Talk (43)
2299	The Hope Of Humankind
2300	Prayer For Joy
2301	My Sorrow-Free
2302	Joyfulness!
2303	Why Smile Slipped To Frown
2304	The Secret Of Life
2305	Wanting More (Needing Less)
2306	Stacking The Dating-Deck
2307	The Santa-Seed
2308	Dream-Talk (4)
2309	Dawn-Talk (5)
2310	Mood Picking?
2311	Day-Talk
2312	The Treasured Win
2313	Love-Talk (44)
2314	Message To Myself (May 28, 2016)
2315	Some Habits Are Just Pro-Snack
2316	 (June1, 2016)
2317	Painting Has Many Secrets
2318	Are You That Hungry Too?
2319	Would Moon Then Smile?
2320	Warmed By Heart
2121	When Will I Learn?
2322	Pondering
2323	Vintage-Talk
2324	Hope For All
2325	Message To Myself (June 26, 2016)
2326	Simple Is Best
2327	First Comes Me Last
2328	We Know It Yet We Don't
2329	Message To Myself (June 30, 2016)
2330	Alone-Talk
2331	Message To Myself (July 1, 20160
2332	Message To Myself (July 2, 2016)
2333	Wouldn't It Be Nice!
2334	Caring-Fast
2335	For Future Ears
2336	Seekers Of Light
2337	Generation-Talk
2338	Dog-House Talk
2339	Not Less Is Too Much
2340	Free Love?
2341	The Dimming And The Glowing
2342	Regret
2343	My Hope
2344	Love-Talk (45)
2345	Smiling Is Easy?
2346	Aura-Talk
2347	Conscience
2348	Message To Myself (August 7, 2016)
2349	Life On Earth (1)
2350	Life On Earth (2)
2351	Life On Earth (3)
2352	Life On Earth (4)
2353	Life On Earth (5)
2354	Life On Earth (6)
2355	Life On Earth (7)
2356	Esoteric -Talk
2357	Life On Earth (8)
2358	Life On Earth (9)
2359	Life On Earth (10)
2360	My Giving-In Talk
2361	Life On Earth (11)
2362	Life On Earth (12)
2363	Life On Earth (13)
2364	Life On Earth (14)
2365	Chocolate Chip Talk
2366	Nutrition-Talk
2367	Cinema-Talk
2368	Sex And Love
2369	Pleasure-Talk
2370	Dog-Talk
2371	Lord I'm Grateful
2372	When We Were Young Talk
2373	Santa-Talk (3)
2374	Maybe Mixed With No
2375	Next Time I'll Add More Light
2376	We Of The Extra-Large
2377	Tai Chi Essentials
2378	Up-Grading
2379	Aging Well?
2380	Sow Not Woe
2381	Man's Greatest Love
2382	Seed-Talk
2383	High On The Wish List
2384	Dream Harvest
2385	Twilight Dream
2386	When Thin Meets The Sweet-Con
2387	Message To Myself (May 5, 2017)
2388	Message To Myself (May 8, 2017)
2389	Cane-Taught
2390	Message To Myself (May 14, 2-17)
2391	Message To Myself (May 18, 2017)
2392	God's Gold
2393	Love-Talk (46)
2394	First-Light Talk
2395	What Not To Forget
2396	Inner-Space Talk
2397	Life-Tweak
2398	Can I Defeat My Over-Eat?
2399	Common-SenseTalk
2400	Message To Myself (June 1, 2017)
2401	The Tallest Of Tall-Tales
2402	Perhaps It's In the Eyes
2403	My Well-Meant
2404	Message To Myself (June 9, 2017)
2405	Whisperings
2406	Taste-Talk
2407	Hugs Are Healing
2408	The Great Dance
2409	What It Is Not
2410	Love-Talk (47)
2411	My Kind Of Poems
2412	Message To Myself (June 26, 2017)
2413	Message To Myself (June 30, 2017 4:27 A.M.)
2414	Message To Myself (June 30, 2017 4:46 A.M.)
2415	Message To Myself (July 2, 2017)
2416	The Devil Has A "Tell"	
2417	There Will Be Flight
2418	Space-Walking
2419	Life's Subtle Pair
2420	The Light Of Storms
2421	Our Weakest Link?
2422	Suit-Talk
2423	Message To Myself (July 20, 2017)
2424	Will Is Our Dominant Desire
2425	My Taste, My Waist
2426	Three Big Questions Ane One Small Fact
2427	Far Beyond Now?
2428	Love-Talk (48)
2429	Love-Talk (49)
2430	Discerning The Subtle
2431	Love-Talk (50)
2432	A Narrow View
2433	A Peak-Unique
2434	Wise-Talk (2)
2435	Message To Myself (August 8, 2017)
2436	My Sensuality
2437	My Good Life
2438	Message To Myself (August 13, 2017)
2439	Moon Talk (3)
2440	Message To Myself (August 21, 2017)
2441	Message To Myself (August 23, 2017)
2442	Prudence Is Still A Virtue
2443	Wishing
2444	Message To Myself (August 27, 2017)
2445	My Wonder-Why
2446	A Gift From My Desire
2447	Heart Sets  Aglow
2448	Love Is The Tempering Of Mind
2449	Message To Myself (September 12, 2017 7:24 A.M.)
2450	Message To Myself (September 12, 2017 5:50 A.M.)
2451	That Touch Of Play
2452	Simple-Talk
2453	Our Winter-Warm

Something for Everyone 

(Poems by Papyrous)

1
From Me To You

I’m searching for a metaphor
to bring the beautiful to you –
an image never used before .
A swan that’s made of gold would do,
if it could spread its wings and fly
into an orbit of your heart.
(A sun to warm your inner sky).
One golden song and it would start
its kind to wing from distant ponds
in flocks of golden wedge to bring
to nest the best in joyful bonds,
so you may turn each fall to spring.
Now share these golden thoughts with all,
and watch who migrates to your call.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

2
Meditation For My Daughter

If she is sincere,
then she can learn the shoots of flowers.
If she learns the shoots of flowers,
then she can learn the shoots of weeds.
If she learns the shoots of weeds,
then she can cultivate her garden.
If she cultivates her garden,
then she can learn about beauty.
If she learns about beauty,
then she can learn about love.
If she learns about love,
then she can instruct well.
If she instructs well,
then the world can learn the shoots of flowers.

Boston, Massachusetts, U.S.A. 1979-1983

3
The Man

with his unshaven broken lip
stitched like an old sandlot baseball
spoke of God,
as he reached back
and covered the slim green bottle
in his hip pocket
with the flap of his muddied sport coat.
He reminded me
of a swimming pool
in winter  --
Something you had to walk around
and noticed with regret
how little used it was
and how wonderful
it was going to be
when the sun played warm
on the water.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

4
Young And Old Talk

How many inch worms travel these trees?
How many ants ride the backs of bees?
How many pants have I thread worn the knees?
How many hours
have I sat in this garden
watching the river sailed-down by leaves?
Inch worms and bees,
yes, long ago –
the oak felt
the last of me.
No more
does it hold me
in its sun-yellow canopy,
as I initial the bark
for all my friends
to see.

No, I have not retired
from the search.
Before me now a deeper river flows.
Ancient leaves sail
in the current.
A gentle stellar wind
stirs the plum blossoms
on the water.

Boston, Massachusetts, U.S.A.

5
A Gift For All Seasons

I’m sending you your favorite flower.
Are the colors yet so vivid in your mind?
Does the fragrance linger still this hour?
And when you touch each petal do you find
the dew has kept them moist and fresh for you?
Beauty serves us in and out of season.
(One thought and happy feelings live anew).
Each harvest of beauty will sooth all reason
which personally grays a clear blue sky.
Together we’ll plant seeds of beauty then,
for future harvesters to ponder why
we planted an inner and outer garden.
Let them discover (between smile and groan),
why beauty is, to Man, a stepping stone.

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

6.  
Day Tripper

Have you ever been where eagles fly,
or in a patch of clouds both thick and thin
just hanging in the sky?

Have you ever seen the rising sun,
from that tufted blanket –
slip stream quieting engine hum?

And having drank your fill
from metal windowsill,
was it possible to stroll out there
and climb yon Mount Cumulus?

And did you bathe in that valley of clouds;
soaping-up in the atmosphere,
splashing luxuriously around,
floating sunny-warm on a tuft of laziness?

And AAAHHH! The joy,
to greet a friend come bathing along,
and like Huck Finn,
go rafting down a cirrus stream,
as full blown clipper ships
catching the last Trade Wind home.

And having bathed in the atmosphere,
did the thought of landing seem drear
and ominous and unkind,
as the hunter in the blind?

Now when earthly chores
bend backs and minds with their routine,
I think of when I sailed that stream,
how my spirit laughed at Man-made things
and joked at songs that governments sing.

Each chirp, each song,
each flurry, each wing;
tripping my mind to cirrus scenes
and visions of Finn
catching the last Trade Wind home.

Boston, Massachusetts, U.S.A. 1963-1972

7
Thinking Young

Sailing boats and flying planes,
toys do their job so well.
Soaring kites and noisy trains,
and books with tales to tell.
They tickle the young adventure-bone.
See the power in those eyes;
to scale a mountain on their own
(then eat a thousand pies),
to conquer tree limbs by themselves,
to scatter fleets of ducks to wing,
to envy Santa’s playful elves,
to give that church bell just one ring.
Oh thank the stars for exciting things,
and dangling hopes of young kite strings.

Boston, Massachusetts, U.S.A. 1963-1972

8
Father At Feeding Time

Why don’t you open your mouth and eat?
I struggle with feeding you pears and peas,
and you squirt it back with grace and ease.
All covered with cereal from nose to my knees,
little girl do you know what I’m going through,
dodging your arms with half a spoonful?
Why there’s more on me than there is on you.
But I’m catching on, and with greater insistence,
I’m infiltrating your arms and leg resistance.
Oh I love you girl, but I just can’t wait
until you can tell me that you just ate,
and wear pretty dresses, and smile so fair.
I just won’t think of pulling long hair,
or falling from tree limbs, or broken balloons.
Gladly would I buy two tickets to the moon,
than feed you peaches with a baby’s spoon.

Boston, Massachusetts, U.S.A. 1963-1972

9
Crab-Talk

At the far end
of the Santa Cruz pier
a boy is “crabbing”.

He pulls up
the metal crab trap
and discovers 
his “first” crab.
He is delighted.
The crab runs
across the pier.
The boy grabs it,
gets pinched,
drops the crab,
and watches it 
run off the edge
into the water.
The boy is sad.
He lowers the net again.

I remember
when I was a boy.
We tied a net
to an old hoop,
baited it,
then lowered it
into the Atlantic.
It was always an adventure
playing with the crabs.
We learned to hold them 
from the top
to avoid the pincer claws.

It was amusing to watch the boy
attempt to recapture
his runaway crab,
but his quiet sobered me
when he saw his prize
get away.
It is tough to watch a boy
learn the hard way.

I remember 
the prizes
that got away from me
because I did not know
how to handle them,
and it was not only as a boy
the loss hurt,
but as a Man as well.
I wonder why it is
those pleasures
lead to pain?
Some lesson, no doubt,
I had to learn
that wasn’t learned
when I was young
that followed me
throughout the night
until the dawn
of my understanding
with its imperturbable light.

There is an attitude inside
that doesn’t want me to learn
the lessons that I must learn,
an attitude that wants me
caught up in my little boy sorrows
at every loss,
an attitude that guarantees
for each joy a grief.

But I am learning
it is in “the holding on”
that one gets bit.
I am careful now
where I lower my net,
how I open it,
and how I grasp the prize.

And if it gets away
I smile,
for it is tough to watch a man
learn the hard way.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

10
This Is How I Really Feel

You are the green leaf.
You focus the sun
into the pink petals
of the morning rose.

You are the melody.
You create the softness
in the memory
of the ancient woodwind.

You are the incense.
You fill the universe
with the secret perfume
of undying hope.

You are the warm feeling.
You touch the timely moment
of our emptiness
with magnificent humility.

You are the nectar.
You wait in the human heart
for those who search
with infinite compassion.

You are the insight.
You cut the Gordian knot
of worldly confusion
with immaculate simplicity.

You are the door.
You open my inner room
onto the million sunrises
of your waking galaxies.

You are the conductor.
You guide me through
the starry vastness
of my being.

You are the Being of beings.
And in the in-between
of our forgetfulness,
You sing Your song – 
of love.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

11		
On the Way To Civilization

Fill our hearts O Lord of Light
as the sun fills the morning of our day.
Light up the alley-ways of our darkest moods.
Teach us firmness in feeling joy
as a shield against our grimmest thoughts.
Guide us with your ray of loveliness.
Illumine our minds with your alphabet of beauty,
and let us build a concept to embrace You.
As the sun colors the evening of our day
enter O Lord of Light the doorway to our dreams,
and show us how to love You all the more.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

12.  
 There Is Always Hope For Happiness

When I was a boy the lamp lighter used fire,
“when the sun got tired”, to light our street, 
(and his way into my world).  The men with wire
sent him away to walk a different beat.
I prayed he’d find the perfect street to light,
a street where he would be happy and free,
(where a boy could watch after him each night),
a street the men with wire could never see.
Well lately I’ve been dreaming of my friend,
all dressed in white (with torch to light each star),
star-lighting the dark so I can send
a boy along a lighted way – so far,
he might remember, deep within, the joy,
when the star-lighter lights the heart of a boy.

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

13
To the Source Of All Beauty

Deep in my heart there is a rose.
Through joy and art it gladly grows.
Who put it there?  What wise sender
took all that care?  What heart-mender
hidden from view, left it in place
with just one clue that set the pace
for love to deed all space with seed?

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

14
To The Teacher

When I take time to think of you,
I turn to rhyme with subtle hue
of heart-felt thought, to share the seeds
we have been taught will turn to deeds,
when warm with care and moist with trust,
from those who dare break through the crust
of selfish ways to brighter days.

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

15
To The Student

The Highest Will could use its Light
that Man could till, (long through the night),
those fields with weeds sowed thoughts ago
with selfish deeds unthinking flow.
But will the man pick up the plow
and say, “I can.” With solemn vow
to make the start to free his heart?

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

16
To My Brothers And Sisters On The Path Of Beauty

Think of the Source of all beauty.
Think of the force in joy’s duty.
Think of the Light the Teacher sends.
Think of the sight the teaching mends.
Think of the way the sincere start
a loving day, (with flaming heart).
Think of the dawn, strive-on, strive-on.

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

17
A Butterfly That Can Remember

I’m cleaning through my old cocoon
that brought me You, (my sun at noon),
so warm and bright in beauty’s show
of inner Light, to share Your glow
with all who dare life’s stepping stone
to paths so rare for flesh and bone.
From earth to sky, we crawl to fly.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

18
What Happened At That Point Which The Form 
Of The Flower Sensed The Perfume Of Its Own Nectar?

We are the calm in-between
of the pink and rose
of a summer’s morning.
Beauty is the flower
we  gaze upon.
From the seeds
of an ancient understanding,
love is the power
we manifest.
We are the calm in-between
of the pink and rose
of a summer’s morning.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

19
To Our Brothers And Sisters On The Other Side

Through the pastel portal
of our evening sky,
we pass to you
the glory of your rising sun.
The same sun,
which melted into our leaves,
will play green in your fields.
The same sun,
which put sight in our eyes,
will light the candle
of your experience.
And in your evening reflection 
on the deep colors
of your feelings,
add your light to ours.
(Pass it back through the rising
with an oriental hue).
Some of us will be awake,
enough at least, to catch a glimpse
of your ideal,
and let it blend
with our notion
of human interaction.
And with the closing color
of our day,
catch our subtle whisper
in the first ray
of your waking.
And let the children hear
in fairy tale
about the door
on the horizon, and how
in the in-between
of our turning with the light,
it opens to those who realize
that one person’s sunset
is another’s sunrise,
and to those who desire to know
the secret
of how Man can grow.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

20
The Flower That Desired

Its beauty had a motion
like the slow ripple from a petal fall,
(the feeling, of which, 
only the point of fading could impart).
It used its energy
in “willing” the air to fragrance,
to force the butterfly to a landing.
The wind rushed the flower’s remains
throughout the valley,
as if to issue a warning
to all who design,
and to all who would will
without a mutual consent –
joy and sorrow are sons of intent.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

21
Pow-Wow

(for Mesag Gweena
Papago Indian 18th C. Arizona)

Mark the sacred circle.
Shaman, make holy the drum-center.
Dancers prepare.
Let the chanters start the drum.
Indian, can you hear
the call to dance?
Come.
Follow the lead dancer.
Enter the timeless circle.
The drummers chant for you.
Indian, can you hear
the call to dance?
That feeling in your heart
will dance you into the center.
The heart beat of the universe
will flow in your blood.
Indian, can you hear
the call to dance?

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

22
Dawn Walker

Some are awake.
(The Phoenix horizon whispers
to those still sleeping).
Come back,
come back from your nests
of innermost desire.
(Come back from your dream song searching).
With the first breath of dawn
return.
Vitalize your melody
in the pale orange ray.
With pastel feelings
serenade your sun,
for it is time now
for the celebration of dawn.
Make fearless the heart
which commands the wing,
the source of light is coming.
Make keen the eye
which discerns the hawk,
from your nest fly swiftly.
In the air, welcome with your spiral dance,
the cause of day,
for it is time now for the celebration of dawn.
As the mountains fill
the Salt river,
let the wisdom of the Hopi
fill your heart.
From the canal dreaming
of the ancient Hohokam,
arch your rainbow
into the future, bright
with possibility.
Cultivate your desert
with the patience
of the Papago,
for it is time now
for the celebration of dawn.
Sing!  Sing!
Sing with gratitude!
The desert is aglow.
Put joy in your song.
Receive O Phoenix, your sun.
To this light-song of beauty
open your heart.
Infuse your labors with its joy,
for it is time now
for the celebration of dawn.

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

23
The Servant

She walked among the flowers of spring
and bathed in every bright color
that sat atop each stem to bring
to her a key which opened every door –
a beautiful ideal so few conceive
that grew into a subtle contract
the like of which we might believe
as Nature would extract
the green and yellow pledge
from every daffodil to multiply
and soften winter’s trailing edge
without explaining why they could not die.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

24	
Joy And The Dragon

I’m dream-sharing in a dream-learning way.
Through a cloudy dream-sky a rose of worth
(so red it seems on fire) spreads a ray
of rose petals in a ring around the earth.
Each petal has a special power
to gather our beautiful feelings and rain,
on those who strive for good, a heart shower
to perfume our song with a shield against pain.
Each joy defeats a dragon of the mind
by a light which repels the strongest blow.
Each finer feeling helps us to find
the coarse become refined by an inner-glow.
Choose we must between the rose and its thorn
for the finer our feelings the less we get torn.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

25
Our Hearts Can Pump A Kinder Fluid

It’s in the thought of all that’s good
that we will start our climb to God.
But we await, (just as we should),
the beautiful to give her nod.
She’s in the in-between of things
where sunlight melts into the green
of oak and maple leaves then springs
into a flowers summer scene.
And when, for a friend, we reach higher,
beyond a nasty mood – 
beyond the dance of unfulfilled desire,
it’s then with beauty we respond.
To think the beautiful is rare
will miss its subtle link – 
with care.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

26
Heart -Talk (1)

O Lord of Light we follow Thee
who gave us sight and mind to see
the way our heart can spread its wings
of hope and start, in upward rings,
our spiral course to raise Mankind,
through beauty’s Source to cultured mind.
In winter’s room plum blossoms* bloom.

* (Plum blossoms bloom in late winter and are the signal
 that spring is on its way. They symbolize the energy and stamina in beauty.)

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

27	
Heart -Talk (2)

O Lord I sing inside my heart
to all who bring their special art
and work their role, in Your great play
of waking Soul from sleeping clay.
They labor long to clean the night
of frequent wrong against the Light.
They teach the good of brotherhood.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

28
Heart -Talk (3)

Come warm this heart with cordial rays
O Lord, and part the complex ways
which lead to pain from holding on
to all that’s vain and all that’s gone
the way of greed.  I start anew,
and feel the need to think of You.
For love of Light, my heart takes flight.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

29
A Dream Step Beyond Art

A sculptor fell asleep
and dreamed with great desire
to make a rose from fire.
(A rose no one could keep).
A rose no one would weep
for when it steamed with dew
because the wise flame knew
the secret of the Right.
In battles with the night
that rose will never die
that’s known in every sigh
of those who work in Light.
Until that hour of dawn,
sculptor, strive-on ...

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

30
New England Winter

Snow.

Birds track where I once tracked.
Soft shapes of evergreen
shadow my impressions.
Thick flakes resurface my wonderings.
Feelings hibernate here,
those that were left by the wind.

San Jose, California,  U.S.A. 1973-1978

31	
For The Union Dead

Life after life in joy-motion,
strife after strife my God-notion
grows like a vine.  In my darkness
its flowers shine through all duress
of battle fierce as sharks-teeth red
with dreams they pierce.  Under my dead,
of past desire, I light a fire.
Above the roar glows brighter Light
than seen before with earthly sight.
A sacrifice of ugly ways,
(so worth the price are beauty’s rays).
No longer grim with thoughtless ploy,
I fill to brim this life with joy.
Burn, burn, burn, and in burning learn.
The purest flame that ever burned
is ours to claim as wisdom earned
from parts unknown to hand or eye.
(No leaf has blown across that sky)
nor sadness weigh the balanced heart
whose beat can play the tune to start
joy’s blending plea: my life and Thee ...

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

32
Let’s Do Ourselves A Favor

I’ve been thinking about the future,
and how lovely it will be
when we all take the beauty cure
and everyone plants a rose-tree.
Each breath will thrive on fragrant air
as millions of roses color the earth.
Our children will know that we care
when their sense of beauty gives birth
to a warmth which smiles from the inside out.
The earth was a rose garden today,
when I saw it I gave a shout
of joy which echoed throughout the day
then expanded to light each star
for those who plant their hopes afar.

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

33
The Knight Of The Round Table

This sword is yours.
Don’t weep for the dragon.
Swiftly now, slash it to stepping-stones
from here to there ...

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

34
To The Source Of My River

It’s when I think beyond what I should think,
and when I feel beyond what I should feel,
it’s then my world is tense, and hard, and cold.
That’s when I think of You.
It’s when I speak beyond what I should speak,
and when I do beyond what I should do,
it’s then my world is tense, and hard, and cold.
That’s when I think of You.
It’s when I feel how warm You make me feel,
and when I love how much You make me Love,
it’s then my world is calm, and soft, and warm.
That’s why I think of You.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

35
Spring In My World

Warm me sun,
melt my winter snow.
Let April grow her daffodil,
she is done with crocus now.
Green my hill,
and in the greening bough
hear her vow to may
to fill this branch with bloom.
Send the day, warm my secret room.
Cast the gloom from this heart
with your ray –
bathe me in light.
Let me part
my veil and end this night.
Give me sight to view how love
can start my life anew.

Boston, Massachusetts, U.S.A. 1982

36
High Talk (1)

The true sun rests
on the highest peaks
of an Earthful
of personal mountains.
Can the snow be more silent,
more pure?
The joy
of an inner dawn
rises like incense
from rectified hearts,
passing tears of beauty.
O Lovely One,
who surpasses Your beauty?
Who equals Your warmth?
Who is wiser in their silence?
In Your always rising
through our eternity,
O Lovely One,
ready,
in all that is Good,
Thy children
of the Law of One.
Let Thy mountains shine
pure and silent,
like beacons –
as guides along the way.
And in Your never setting,
O Lovely One,
we send You
our love.

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

37	
Thoughts

The brown field
the seed pod
the wind ...

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

38	
At Meditation Pond

The glow of candle flame
the red of rose petal
the gentle ripple.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

39	
In The Garden Of Life

The sunlit flower
the smell of nectar
the butterfly.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

40
Winter Over

I have “wintered-over” like the lily of the field,
and I feel the warm sun
stirring me to grow.
In me there’s a memory
of beauty –
from the times that I have flowered 
long ago.

“Winter-over”, in the hard times be hardy.
Be hardy when the worldly wind blows cold.
Remember that our flowers bloom in season,
and we grow stronger with each coat of snow.

I have “wintered-over”
like the lily of the field.
My dark cloud is my friend,
it brings me water.
But I tell it to move on
when I’ve taken up my fill,
for I can’t live
and let it block my sun.

“Winter-over”, in the hard times be hardy.
Be hardy when the worldly wind blows cold.
Remember that our flowers bloom in season,
and we grow stronger with each coat of snow.

I have “wintered-over”
like the lily of the field.
I’m spreading out my leaves
to catch the sun.
Its force grows stronger in me every day.
I reach for Light and follow in its way.

“Winter-over, in the hard times be hardy.
Be hardy when the worldly wind blows cold.
Remember that our flowers bloom in season,
and we grow stronger with each coat of snow.

I have “wintered-over”
like the lily of the field.

I have “wintered-over”
like the lily of the field.

Boston, Massachusetts, U.S.A. 1982

41	
Learning In A Daydream

In San Jose the valley’s dull
with autumn’s ray. The brown hills lull
these eyes to close and deeper still
this mind to dose, -- but not this will.
It’s time to go.  There’s much in store
with more to know of wisdom’s lore.
Here was I raised to understand
the love that blazed throughout the land
in bright camp fires of Brotherhood.
(That light inspires the work of Good).
Though few can see this light at all
by day when they put warmth “on-call”.
Here did I learn from those who knew
of my concern of what was true
and what was not, that real knowledge
cannot be bought.  Only by pledge
of honor made will student find 
his bill marked “paid” by all his kind.

Autumn 1984, San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

42	
The World Potential

Our hills are brown with summer.
Our weekend smog is thin with parked cars.
The Icelandic poppy blooms here
from fall to June.
Hawks pilot cautious circles above our fields.
Small birds team-up to peck them away.
Here in the Santa Clara Valley
we share the world potential –
to picture our concept of beauty,
and evoke, from in-between
the fearful poundings of our hearts,
that invincible joy
which blocks the coming advance.
Hawks pilot cautious circles above our fields.
Small birds team-up to peck them away.
Who will set a sentinel
at the doorway of their mind?
Who will appoint a janitor
to cleanse each pulse of our being?
Who will cultivate the rose
when the world cultivates the beetle?
Hawks pilot cautious circles above our fields.
Small birds team-up to peck them away.
Our hills are green in winter.
Our roses see the other side of autumn.
The rain, in winter, rarely turns to snow.
There are still plum trees
that fill late winter with bloom.
Hawks pilot cautious circles above our fields.
Small birds team-up to peck them away.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1984

43	
The Initiate

With all my heart I pray that we
should never part, for now I see
the blending way our lights combine
to form a ray of hope divine.
Come let us heal this fallen knight
so he may kneel before Thy light.
“Receive O Son, The Law of One”.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

44
The Man With No Charity In Him

O leaf on the ocean,
the four winds force you
where they will.
Dark waters engulf you.
And every bubble
of your escaping breath
blames God.

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

45
The Tales Of Crawler

1.	Once upon a tree, many leaves ago,
there lived a young leaf chomper named “Crawler”.
He was a “stubborn-pillar”, who refused to know
about cocoons, because he was “tougher”
than all the other pillars on the tree.
(Really it was because he was afraid
of what might happen to him inside).  
You see, no pillar ever returned to tell, that stayed
the night inside the thing he learned to build.
So Crawler did his best to hide from Chrys,
the ancient one, the wisest of the Guild,
a special school that leads pillars to bliss.
(It’s often said, they do not fear the dark,
nor cry, “How high the tree --- How rough the bark”).

2.   Once, after a fall, Crawler fell asleep.
He dreamed he was clinging to a leaf in a storm.
“Awake my friend.  There’s a watch to keep”.
“Who are you?”, Crawler yawned, “What a strange form”.
“I am Meta, you have seen me in your dreams”.
“I am at the end of your progression.
Learn, Crawler, that not all is what it seems.
A pillar’s life is a classroom in session”.
“If this is a classroom, what have I learned?”
“It’s what you haven’t learned that’s important.”
“What is that Meta?  Now I am concerned".
“This storm, Crawler, it is your discontent.
This wind is your rage, this rain your tears –
those hungry birds and fallen leaves are your fears.”

3.   “Of course, Crawler, you know it is your choice
to will the feelings of your discontent
but why not listen to my whispering voice,
and let a happy breeze flow through your tent.”
“All right Meta, but no cocoon talk, understand?”
“As you will Crawler, so must it be.”
“Meta, I feel like I am crawling in sand.
It’s like I’m not doing anything for me.”
“All acts are self-serving to a degree.”
“What!  You mean my being angry is selfish?”
“Anger rises when our desires are blocked.  See?”
“Does that mean I must not desire or wish?”
“We must learn, Crawler, to want the good
all else is destructive, like fire to wood.”

4.   Crawler awoke.  Meta was gone --- a dream?
How beautiful were his wings.  How he flew.
Crawler felt close to Meta, like a team.
He practiced the laws Meta taught, and drew
to him a peace profound.  He searched for Chrys.
He was told where the guild was to be found.
They initiated him into the bliss.
He learned the laws of the cocoon, and bound
himself to them in silk --- unafraid now
because he knew.  (The pillar-class was done).
He entered the silken-silence with a vow
to be of service with the new life he won.
Visions of Meta gave light to his seeing,
the power of flight gave wing to his being.

5.   “Welcome Crawler, welcome to the guild”.
“But who are you? Look I have grown wings.
I can fly. Look. Look. My wings are filled
with color like Meta. I can fly rings
around Meta. Just watch this butter-fly.
“Who are you, old one?  You are all white.  Why?”
“Never mind that for now. You must discern.”
“Huh? I must what? What’s this discern old one?”
“Discernment is life’s only purpose.”
“Your wrong old one.  The purpose of life is fun.”
“Crawler, you will learn how it is with us.
With discernment you always take the right road.
It’s no fun to be lost with a heavy load.”

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

46
High Inside	

(for my Masonic coach)  

Speak, we listen. Act, we observe.
Teach us again how best to serve.
Man can forget, (as snows grow deep,
without a net), the climb won’t keep.

“Love is the seed for your success.
Bring what you need. Leave all excess.
Your sun will dawn, strive-on, strive-on.”

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

47		
Quarrying

(for my Masonic coach) 

Let wisdom search the hills
where ancient winds have blown,
and find what most fulfills.
Quarrier, liberate your stone.

Quarry your experience,
where cornerstones abound
(which hold a subtle sense),
to build foundations sound.

Let strength support each hand,
as joy, in every groan,
plays midwife to the land.
Quarrier, liberate your stone.

Quarry your experience,
where cornerstones abound
(which hold a subtle sense),
to build foundations sound.

Let Beauty smooth and trim,
and bring into its own
the lovely from the grim.
Quarrier, liberate your stone.

Quarry your experience,
where cornerstones abound
(which hold a subtle sense),
to build foundations sound.	

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

48
You Are The Rose

You are the rose which buds in May,
the one that glows with light of day,
the one long seen in dreams so bright
with love, (so clean with thoughts of light),
which fill all space.  You are the one
to set the pace this heart must run.
Because You care, this heart will dare. 

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

49
The Compasses On The Square

(for my Masonic coach)

You meet them every day, 
they are not hard to find.
They search for every way
to make the rough refined.

Their sacrifice in red
is known to Liberty
as those who dare to tread
that road which makes Man free.

From broom to crown I sing
of those who strive to bear
(in heart as well as ring),
compasses on the square.

Their wise have always taught
that kindness is a seed
which roots itself in thought
and blossoms in the deed.

This garden Earth will green
(the deserts made by mind),
when Man fills every scene
with care for every kind.

From broom to crown I sing
of those who strive to bear
(in heart as well as ring),
compasses on the square.

My moon reflects their sun,
but not enough to grow,
or harvest by the ton,
the seed I need to sow.

That shoots of love may start,
I seek the Greater Light,
and call upon my heart
to rise and glow sun bright.

O let my heart strive-on
and gather in the ways,
to serve my crop of dawn,
with joy from beauty’s rays.

From broom to crown I sing
of those who strive to bear
(in heart as well as ring),
compasses on the square.

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

50	
Heart -Talk (4)

Now rose buds are spring green. Great joy will spread!
True beauty will be seen, wind-danced and red.
The Teacher has revealed the Path of Heart.
(Our striving is our shield. Hope fuels our start.)
The search for beauty grows in all who find,
the fragrance of the rose will calm the mind,
and free us to discern the love we yearn.

12 October 1987: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 

51
Reflection

An old monk pauses
at the bridge.

Plum blossoms sail
on the water.

Lovers embrace.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

52
Equinox

(for my wonderful wife)

In winter’s garden
Plum blossoms stir
in their bark.

Tree roots warm
to the beauty
of bird songs.

Nest thoughts
saturate the air.
A new teacher of Joy
studies the sun.

(Hearts prepare to wake
from an ageless sleep).

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

53	
Light-Talk

Sunrise raised the question. 
“Does night give birth to day?”
Sunset liked this notion.
“Surely that is the way”.

Sky Watcher shook her head. 
“Earth motion”, she exclaimed,
“wakes up and tucks in bed 
the sun your minds have framed.
We rotate like a top.
Night is but a shadow.
Our sunlight does not stop.
The two put on a show”.

“Sky Watcher, don’t forget.
Earth moves more ways than one.”

“Thank you Moonlight. Yes Sunset,
we move around our sun.”

“Sunset, your all aflame!”
“I am angry, sunrise.
Will people change my name?
Are my colors just lies?
Can you tell where we are,
west of the sun maybe?
Where is our sun’s north star?
What’s in all this for me?
Starlight, what do you think?”

“You are never alone.
Your sun is but a link.
Come, explore the unknown.
Your names may change in time,
but your colors are real –
your Source, no less sublime,
your beauty, all will feel.
Your solar system waits
for you to free your heart
and knock upon its gates
to study wisdom’s art.
Observe and then discern,
(The Man grows from the boy).
Find your teacher and learn
to fill all space with joy.”

“Eloquent space litter!”

“Rainbow!  You don’t mean that!”

“Sunset, there’s no danger
that soon we’ll be old hat.
Man sees a sun not star.
His mind joins not the two.  
Sun is near, star is far,
and that’s Man’s point of view.”

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

54
In The In-Between

When the birds fill the morning with their song of life, 
and the dawn-walkers bathe in the first rays, 
I see you there in the in-between.  
Beyond the horizon.  Beyond our turning.  
Beyond our magnetic race around the sun.
When the clouds are glowing lavender-pink, 
and the people pause to fill the evening with a sigh, 
I see you there in the in-between.  
Beyond the clustering of solar systems.  
Beyond the magnetic race of galaxies 
around the center of the universe.
I see you there in the in-between.

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

55
Crescent Talk

Not much is done by such a light
(the moon is one night old tonight).
So far away from Earth’s shadow.
Can such a ray shed light to grow?
The sun can barely bounce its beam
off such a rarely angled dream.
But I believe, in all that space,
Man’s dreams can weave a well lit place – 
a solar stage, where hearts can view
an inner page with subtle hue,
where sun is there at every turn
no matter where earth lamps may burn.

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

56	
Another Year Around The Sun

I’ve shed some tears and had some fun.
I’ve felt so small and then just great.
I’ve tried to rush and learned to wait.
I’ve wanted not, yet been in need,
and now its time to choose new seed:

something that’s not afraid to grow;
something bright for color and show;
something with fragrance for the nose;
something with beauty like the rose;

something I’m sure no wind blows down;
something I feel no flood can drown;
something no frost can freeze and die;
something no drought can wither dry.

All thoughts are seeds the wise do say
(and, “Thoughts cannot be burned away.”)
If thoughts bear fruit at my bequest,
then which produce the best harvest?

I’d choose prudence were I to guess
(the lack of it creates a mess).
But I’d plant joy and beauty too,
then add a balanced point of view.

But most of all I’d plant to learn
how best to make my mind discern
that secret door within my heart
where God is King and Love His art.

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

57	
Invocation

Earth, devour the afterbirth of spring.
Drink the melted scenes
from pools where water ran from mountains.
Flow liquid into roots.
Let the leaf escape the bark.
Reflect the equinox into caves and holes.
Wake the hibernators with bird songs.
Shout the change into the ear of every animal.
Instill, into every seed, the faith to germinate.
Infuse, into the heart of Man, the desire to grow.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

58	
New England Wind

White, North Atlantic white –
sandblaster of children.

Molder.

Head down,
chin in, eyes steady under an old watch cap –

the beast in us fought you.
You never lost.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

59
Separated

Wrote a banjo letter,
plunked my way through
to the last I love you,
like a lost ant
inspecting every frantic inch
of the wrong way home.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

60	
Duck Hunting On Plum Island

“Motherless cold today.”	
“Nastier it is, the better it is.”		
Ducks flying to the sea,		
following points of land.	
“Gully down beneath the wind;	  
we’ll bag our limit today.”
“Motherless cold today.”	
“Don’t move.  Three o’clock.	 
There, the pond, see’em rising?	 
Don’t move now, easy, don’t  move.	 
They’re coming right over us.	 
Easy now, easy, eeaasy ...	 
Now!”  WHAM!  WHAM! 	 
“Got him!”

Boston, Massachusetts, U.S.A. 1963-1972

61	
In Boston

When the ice replaced the swan-boats 
in the Public Garden,
we skated large figure-eights.
Is it coming back now?
You would stand in one loop,
I in another.
That not being close enough,
we skated a circle
and embraced at the center.
What we did not understand was
that emotion with permission
makes a neutral zone
of two different worlds.
Now leaves are November dry
and we skate coast lines apart.
You stand in one loop, I in another;
this, we agree, is close enough.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

62	

Winners And Losers

The cities they build shelter the screams
of those they destroyed.
Like Thoreau hiding runaway slaves in his cellar,
Beethoven preserves the revolution in four notes.
We hope for a Copac,
to let slip from his hand
the golden wedge of the Inca Sun God.

Three miles high, a Cuzco, “safe”
from a fistful of conquistadors,
views the land remembering ...
The ghost of a “loser” waits, to rise
and organize the old memory into a new dream.
The world remembers;
its borders drawn in our blood
separate the oneness.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

63	
Beach Combing

We walk the shore
dodging clam squirts.
Children wave, sandcastling.
Starfish sunbathe, waves call us back
to sea.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

64	
And The Beat Goes On

Admit it sun you’ve got some Man you.
Don’t kid me now,
I’ve seen you playing in the dew.
I’ve seen you peeking in the morning,
drooling with the dawning,
after hours in an Eastern room,
I’ve seen you gawking at the moon.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

65
World Series

Millions jammed in the “On-deck-circle” of life,
waiting,
patiently and impatiently,
waiting,
fighting down fear and anxiety,
waiting,
“to score”.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

66	
After Reading Yeats

Forget her,
that stone which troubles your living stream.
Go, fill the faery vats with berries,
back to Sligo, the Druid Kings dancing.

Forget her.
Go with Fergus now,
follow the Sidhe calling
“Empty your heart of its mortal dream”.

Forget her.
All Ireland is an emotion,
the casual comedy a caesure between breaths.
Let her eat her crazy salad,
go, count the swans with Aengus.

Forget her.
(Forget your Helen, Paris.)
She’s a tall tale of ruthless dreams come true.
And we feel our way through,
journeying to a forgotten end.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

67
After Love

You touch my un-confidence,
then smile and wonder how sun-yellow feelings 
are scheduled by lovers
to go on forever.
A wonder you ever got that close;
to skate the furrows of my brow,
to stroll the deserts of my displeasure,
to watch my fears control me,
to ever say you know me.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

68
Child Of The East

Monsoon dreams,
flaming Buddhist Monks,
burning melody.
Child of the East,
I wish you moonlit wading
at the leeside of your mind.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

69
Torturer

Men.   Women.   Children.

The same bright green snake floats
from the same defoliated corner
of sleep,
like the sake dreams of Samurai
after the first draft of blood.
You begin to sweat,
to shake,
you call out “For God’s sake stop!”		
Yet,
you
never
stopped.

Did you.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

70	
The Turning Of The Wheel

Delicate mudras
animate the final hardness.
In long rows they sit,
headless from souvenir hunters.
The wild grass and bushes
attend them.
An internal mantra pulses
mad,
stone mad,
through deepest meditation
it shouts like elephants
into the stillness.
Where does it end
this battlefield of the minds?

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

71
Essence Of Sea Wind

Essence of sea wind whispers me back,
I hear the long call of gulls running in the low tide.
Night waves dance into shore sounds.
Essence of sea wind whispers me back.
In soft light of summer, Venus glows,
from driftwood fire we pick familiar stars.
Essence of sea wind whispers me back,
I hear the long call of gulls running in the low tide.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

72
In Summer

When the children feed the ducks
from the swan-boats
and the Boston Pops
lulls the evening
from the warm shell
on the bank of The Charles,
we sometimes bathe in the night colors
of the city
and talk with its people.

You especially like the Fourth of July,
when the Common is a dance of light
against the trees.

I think of inviting you
into my world –
to sit in the grandstand
behind the first base line
under the bright lights and smoke,
to anticipate the hit and run,
the squeeze play at home,
while the hawkers of popcorn and beer
out shout
the memories.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

73	
Master, Your Love Is Song

Master your love is song,
luring lion to tea,
loving even blood stained whisker –
You pour.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

74
Choices

Does the wave choose its shore,
the seedling its bed,
the Soul its body?
Does the bird choose its song,
the flower its fragrance,
the man his illusion?

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

75
We Winter In Chosen Valleys

Our emotions,
like kept women,
preserve this space.
Boredom,
a night train,
rushes the city.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

76	
Poetry

We homestead an area
too wild for walls,
then chop, like Samurai,
at lurking emotions.

Poetry happens,
like snow on the desert.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

77		
Star Fisher

At meditation, the tare is yet among the wheat.
The thought is ever leading the deed,
like a poem that takes you where it will.
All that was never said rings in my ears.
The memories call themselves to images,
hot as blood beating ancient drums
of sense pleasure.  Man, a response,
his environment fierce as sharks,
cold as Labrador –
Man, the star fisher, seining the universe for clues.
Quiet now, reflective, like a Man reborn,
determined, like Ahab chasing the whale
inside himself, confident, like The Wellfleet Oysterman
telling the weather by the sounds off the Cape,
teaching the Harvard grad the names of the seven ponds,
that, when high water, were one.

21 August 1975, San Jose, California, U.S.A. 

78
The Butterfly

Let the maple tell the oak.
Light finds no shelter
in a public mind.

The son dies daily.
Senses expand their limits.

In balance, the heart, the sling
and five smooth stones,
half smile, half frown,
like Grant at Appomatox –
it’s over.

The great wheel stops.
The Man
who’s eye is single
passes through a portal,
admonishing himself
never to return.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

79
Blasting Whistle No Semaphore

Soul train,
unknowingly
prisoner of its rail –
subtle emotions tie to track
pure thought.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

80	
The Search

A white bird
settles on a high tension line, 
like a Soul visiting a body.
It gazes on a sunlit white peak 
and asks, “In what season 
does the mountain lament its height?”
Nearby,
a kite without a tail
tempts the maple, birch, and oak.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

81
Dare I Say How Much I Love You

Dare I say how much I love you,
when today’s verse so skillfully fine-tunes tone
ranging dramatized self fears to obscenity?
Shall I check with public image-makers
before praising Your pure love,
knowing well, shallow messages of thought
fall light years short of Soul?
Can I reality control
when inner self sails stellar winds of bliss?
Master, I care to speak,
not mind to mind, nor heart to heart,
but Soul to everlasting Soul...

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

82	
Star Searcher

The high snows melt with the Light
of inner awareness.
This mountaintop, habitable,
views higher paths.
A thousand petalled Lotus stirs
with the call.
I think of Aristotle’s delicate imbalance,
thought – emotion – action,
of Copernicus studying the stars without a lens.
I think of Darwin, minister turned naturalist,
his constant sea sickness on the Beagle,
sketching plants in the forest,
tidal pools, cliffs –
the eighty mile mule treks
through his desert for the well.

24 July 1975, San Jose, California

83
Emotion

Master on this path,
I ever stalk the roaming tigers of my mind...
My mantra, Your peace –
when, cage door opening, Soul emerges,
want and desire mere bones upon the trail.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

84
Rainbow Talk

I’ve ordered us a rainbow
(a bridge of beauty between our hearts).
It’s up to us to make it glow –
the finest goal of all the arts.  
You start from your heart, and I’ll start from mine.
We’ll liberate the loveliness
from fire and water, as they combine,
where the mist receives the sun’s caress
as only beauty could inspire.
We’ll blend our thoughts in color-schemes
the way the pure in heart desire
to beautify our world with dreams.
We’ll share our Light where man makes room,
in a loving heart, for a rainbow to bloom.

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

85
Spiritual Rebirth

Summer
falls to snow-winds.
You come with plum blossoms.
May mornings warm these winter years.
We sing.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

86	
Prayer In Quatrain

Master, share with us Your joyous Light.
Stoke the fire.
Start the purifying crucible of all desire.
Let the day encroach upon the night.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

87	
Think Joy In Your Heart

Strive-on.  Strive-on.
In sunless days when joy seems gone,
and life’s a maze
strive-on.  Strive-on.

When chaos reigns
throughout the land
and your heart pains
strive-on.  Strive-on.

Go deep within
and you will find
the will to win.
Strive-on.  Strive-on.

The swans are white
upon the lake.
Push back the night.
Strive-on.  Strive-on.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

88
Meditation On A Portrait Of A Ballerina

If she has sincerity,
then she will practice well.
If she practices well,
then she will achieve balance.
If she achieves balance,
then she will learn grace.
If she learns grace,
then she will inspire others.
If she inspires others,
then she will be of service in the world.
If she is of service in the world,
then she will be happy.

Boston, Massachusetts, U.S.A. 1979-1983

89
For My Lovely Wife At Christmas Time

I wish there were a way to speak,
(no tongue could slur nor hold in cheek),
the way I feel when I’m with you.
May I reveal an inner view –
where love is sun and beauty sky,
where two are one with every sigh,
where love can flow, where hearts can glow?
Let rainbows show how much we care.
Let good hearts know how much we share.
Let heart-thoughts strive to fill all space
where love-seeds thrive to bloom with grace.
The universe can hold our fire.
It’s Source will nurse all hopes higher.
Our hope will bring an endless spring.

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

90	
We Can Do Better

To acquire and preserve the warmth of the universe;
to carry it always in your heart;
to feel its connection with the Source of all things;
to share it in every smile;
to be grateful for the search for it;
such is the state of refined Humanity.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

91
Strive-On

If patience is attained,
observation can be accurate.
Observation being accurate,
discernment can be clear.
Discernment being clear,
understanding can be in depth.
Understanding being in depth,
the path of wisdom can be found.
The path of wisdom being found,
the plum blossom whispers what is to come.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

92
Fence Talk

A boy props a plank
against an old wood fence,
climbs to the top,
breathes deep, and focuses on the far end.

His body forms a cross
(arms stretched in balance).
A long shadow cross lay behind him.
The wind tosses his hair.
The fence groans at his first step.
A dog barks.
Many dogs bark. A mongrel leaps at the fence.
The boys heart pounds.
The long-shadow cross quakes
then hugs itself for a minute
that lasts a thousand years.
A second step and a third,
and another thousand years –
and a hundred thousand-thousand boys
are walking fences.
And the world barks at them,
and they keep walking.
The North Wind chills their Soul,
and they keep walking.
A thousand mongrels leap at them,
and they keep walking,
arms stretched in balance –
their minds focused on the far end.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

93
Confidence

draws attention,

like a man on a high wire,

without a net,

walking over a thousand faces

gawking

at their own death.

You!   You up there!

Where do you hide your fear,

taut between poles,

balanced –

the future lying

in the perfect slack

between desires.

(San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978)

94	
Boy Talk

A boy rides an elephant at low tide.
They step on a washed-out sand castle
(an old desire taken by the tide).
Shore birds wheel like a great flower opening.
The elephant shouts.
The boy sees the tiger at the jungle’s edge.
The boy’s familiar voice,
confident,
urges the elephant on.

The beast follows them through the sunset.
They are walking on the water.
They glow like candles floating on a pool.
The boy dismounts,
draws a great sword,
bows reverently to the elephant,
then kills the elephant.
The boy continues,
confident in his walk.

The beast follows, fiercer than before.
The boy steps from the water into the air.
He steps out of his Old-Self,
draws a great flaming sword,
bows reverently,
then kills his Old-Self.
He continues,
confident in his walk.

The beast follows, fiercer than before.
The boy walks into an eclipse.
In the darkness he begins to growl.
He falls on his hands and knees
and stalks a boy on an elephant.
He leaps at the boy.
The boy and the elephant run in fear.
He runs after them, growling,
leaping, gauging at the gray skin.
They reach the edge of the dark.
The boy and the elephant melt into the light.
He stalks on his hands and knees
toward the light, confident,
in his stalking.

The beast follows, fiercer than before.
The boy stalks into the light and stands up,
facing the sun.
A lion walks out of him.
He draws his flaming sword,
bows reverently to the lion,
then kills the lion.
The boy continues,
confident in his walk.

The beast follows, fiercer than before.
He turns and faces the beast.
He draws his flaming sword, 
and bows reverently to the beast.
The beast leaps through the air at him.
The beast disappears in an explosion of light.
The sword disappears in an explosion of light.
The boy continues,
confident in his walk.

Ten thousand beasts are growling.
They follow, fiercer than before.
They stalk in a circle about him,
growling, clawing at the air.
He points his finger of light.
The beasts become kittens playing in a circle.
He commands them to leave.
They disappear in an explosion of light.
The boy continues,
confident in his walk.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

95
To My Teacher Of Beauty

Like the sunrise fills the morning
with the song of birds,
your heart conducts
the music of my love.

Like the sun illumines
the petal of the rose,
your heart sets aglow
the color of my love.

Like the sun warms 
the nectar in the flower,
your heart stirs
the fragrance of my love.

Like the sun touches
the inside of every leaf,
your heart ignites
the fire of my love.

Like the sunset fills 
the evening with loveliness,
your heart beautifies
the horizon of my love.

You do this for me,
who did this for you?

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

96
At Santa Cruz

A rock, a wave, a spray –
it takes a beating doesn’t it?
Look, it lacks a middle.
They call it a natural bridge.
Some say its sole use to Man
is seeing Nature as a sculptor.

It makes me wonder
why that rock
and not another,
and how did it get there?

In my sleep
the pounding goes on,
wave after wave.

Century
after century
I am the rock.
I am the wave that pounds.
I am the spray
that washes away the last flaw.
I am the bridge.

The waking is a morning fog
waiting for the sun’s
slow burning off.

The gray lifts –
the far view is seen
that now it’s in the crossing
and not the bridge itself
that makes a man aware
of the other side,
of where he is,
and where he came from.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

97
Dune Walker

It’s greener there,
where the wind teaches the grass
to grow on the calm side of the dune.

On the weather side,
the tough grow tougher:
the tender never live
to reproduce.

We are like the grass.
Some work with Nature,
some work against her.

But we are not as lucky
as the grass.
To be rooted I mean.

We wander from calm to weather,
and wonder,
why the walking is so slow
and holds us back
from where it is
we want to go.

Yet some walk the balance of extremes.
Their footprints mark the tops of dunes,
and we could follow these
if there is still a trace
to gage a line of travel 
far into the distance.
For the wind trains a quick eye
in those who must reach the goal.

I see them walking on ahead,
alert to the wind off every leaf,
watching every change of weather.
I see them watching every mood
that would have them fail
at their attempt to balance.

And I’m glad that I’m not rooted
like the grass,
that I too can journey
beyond my fear of weather.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

98	
The Santa Cruz Metal Detector

He didn’t notice the nude wader,
the little boy following him
with no pants on,
the fat whiskered seals
lying and barking 
on the crossbeams of the pier,
or the white gull
with its black wing feathers
and one leg.

But he did not come to see
what I had to see.
He came to detect
the unseen
and the lost.

And in between
his tuning in
on old wedding rings
and keys,
he harvested
the sand’s spare change.

Ten thousand tides have past
since I stepped out
of “my world”,
and realized others.

I walk the shore
of the universe,
my headphones
tuned to love.
Head up,
eyes open,
knowing I must see everything
from a place of love –
the nude waders,
the little boy,
the fat seals,
the gull with one leg,
the unseen, and the lost.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

99	
Anima

(For Carl Gustav Jung) 

Lovely lady

when we meet

the universe will rejoice;

the galaxy

will throw a party;

and the sun

will dance

with the moon.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

100
Web-Talk

In the rose garden
the boy in me watches a spider
string his web across a bush.
The web is dual,
with sticky circles
and straight non sticky threads.
The spider sits and waits,
like a fisherman,
for a pull on his line.

A bug flies into the web.
The spider feels the pull,
waits out the struggle,
runs down a straight thread,
wraps and stings its prey,
to later suck the juices.
Death has taught the spider
not to rush at the first pull,
nor walk on circular threads
that would have it trapped
in its own web.

At the meditation pond,
I wonder how many times
I’ve been caught in webs,
webs spun by others,
and webs I have spun
for reasons long forgotten.
Webs, with no part
that didn’t stick,
trapped me when
I ran to wrap and sting
my prey.

If I made webs dual,
I could spin and reap too.
But something bothers me
about this lesson of the spider.
What once gave me pleasure
no longer pleases me,
and I wonder why
I had to spin webs at all?

But let me lose no patience,
for Nature keeps her secrets
for those who want to learn
from unhurried observation.
And unlike the spider,
I can walk away from webs,
yet it must build another;
but I will spin no more
for fear nor pleasure.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

101	
Gull-Talk

At the shore
a gull glides over
the low tide line,
lands,
picks up a shell fish,
carries it twenty feet 
in the air,
then drops it on the shore.
The shell does not break.

The gull tries again,
this time higher than before.
The shell does not break.

The third time
the gull flies higher.
The shell breaks.
The gull eats the meat
and discards the shell.

Nature has taught the gull
to persist in patterns,
as she has taught us all.
We gradually turn
from old ways,
as reason falls in love
with experience.
But it is a slow turning,
imperceptibly slow.

We can choose to adopt
or abandon
many patterns.
But we persist in patterns
that hold us back
from greater heights –
as fear makes politics and war.

In an age
that reaches out to the galaxy,
we are medieval captains
piloting dawn machines.

The waking to choice
is slow,
imperceptibly slow.

Yet I choose now
to be like the gull,
to look ever the beach,
select a habit pattern,
bring it to a greater height,
break it,
salvage the love,
and discard the fear.

But I’ll be careful
all the while
not to be discouraged
by the number of patterns,
nor the number of 
times it takes to break just one.
For it is a slow turning,
and there is much work to be done.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

102
At Rosicrucian Park

In San Jose
Augustus Caesar
stands in harmony
among the flowers.
The father of two hundred years
of Roman peace
is silent.

In his hand
a gardener has placed
a rose –
symbol of the Soul.

Augustus holds it high
for all who pass
to see,
as if to say,
who will pick
the flower 
which never dies?

An old man
with a cane
stops and smiles,
as if he knew
at one glance
the message
of the centuries.

Peace to you,
I thought,
and love.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

103
Attitudes

Some attitudes are sane
like a balanced combination
sun, moon, soil and rain,
these we would maintain.
But some make cactus out of men
and these restrict our bloom
with a minimum of water
and a maximum of gloom.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

104
Pleasure Island

It’s a pleasant surprise
to see the island
sticking up out of the sand.
Many rush to picnic and explore,
especially those who have not heard
about the tide.

They walk to the island
at low tide,
but cannot walk back
when the tide is high.

I was once a prisoner of the tide,
and stood an anxious night waiting
for the ebb.
Later I wondered why newcomers
laughed at a boy’s warning.

Now I am older 
and getting honest with myself.
I am a prisoner of another tide,
a tide that rushes and rages
at every thwarted desire.

So I am again a watcher
of the tide.

I wait for the ebb
when I can walk back
to the mainland.
But there is no ebb.
Instead I see waves –
waves that have raged
in my mind
from my first thwarted desire
through to my last.

So I am a watcher
of the waves.

With an inward telescope
I monitor the wind
that forms each swell
and ready myself
for the pounding of waves.

Between waves 
I think of the pleasure
that attracted me here --  
a poor pacifier
for the pounding 
of waves.

So I am a watcher
of desire.

The wind that causes
the greatest swell
is driven by
the silent truth
that pleasure
is only temporary,
and weathered I am
from the ceaseless pounding
of that wave.

I am not unhappy
in a calm,
when I can think
about what must be done
to get off this island
and post a warning
for all that can see,
and for all that can
understand
what is written –
look beyond desire.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

105
Weather-Talk

When I was young the wind would blow
so long and fierce I had to know
what lungs could hold such wind in tow,
for I would search for the what and why.
I asked my friends for what they knew
about the beast who puffed and blew.
They laughed.  It rained the whole night through.
But I still searched for the what and why.

“Through wind and rain please guide my way.
Let not the weather make my day”,
the world taught me this point of view.
(But love is the wisest thing to do).

The snow, at first, was fun and free,
but bare I stood, a birdless tree.
So I fought the North Wind in me,
for I still searched for the what and why.
An East Wind blew into my room.
I swapped my gray-cold-sky of gloom
for the sun-warm-red of a rose in bloom,
for I still searched for the what and why.

“Through head-down-cold I’ll feel my way.
Can’t let the weather make my day”.
The world taught me this point of view.
(But love is the wisest thing to do.)

So now I play the garden game.
The wildness that I learned to tame
is compost now (it lost its claim).
But still I search for the what and why.
My garden rose likes summer sun.
She “winters-over” when its done.
But in my heart there’s always one,
for I still search for the what and why.

“Through toughest storms I find my way.
No kind of weather makes my day”.
The rose taught me my point of view –
to love is the wisest thing to do.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

106
Care-Taker

Sincerity cultivates understanding.
Understanding searches for wisdom.
Wisdom plants the seed of beauty.
Beauty is protected by joy.
Only the joyful may be initiated,
as an apprentice,
into that timeless craft
of the Care-Taker of World Culture.
 (The ideal teacher is first of all 
a Care-Taker of World Culture).

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

107
Seal-Talk

The seals are barking
under the fish market
on The Santa Cruz Pier.
People are watching them
through a chain link hole
in the pier.
A dog barks back.
One large seal 
scratches behind his ear
with his hind flipper,
his whiskers have
a motion like oars in a scull.

An ancient irritation
follows me.
Everywhere I go
it manifests
and laughs.

At present
we cannot talk seal,
yet seals communicate.
We cannot talk porpoise,
yet porpoises communicate, 
nor can seal communicate
with porpoise,
(unless there is some
fish-talk whose code
we have not broken).

Within the limits
there are levels,
and limits
to each level.

We are alone
with words,
and this it is
that dampens pillows
and ulcerates
stomach linings.

So it is I’ve had
my fill of words,
and turn instead
to love for hope.

Like a candle
in a darkened room,
quietly, I radiate love.

There is no limit to love,
and for those who love
on a high level
it never turns
and rends them.

So I choose to love,
not the rice throwing love
riddled with misconceptions
and unrealistic
expectations,
but I choose to love
the love
of the Great Ones
that have loved
while we stoned them
and burned them
and hung them with nails
on crosses.

So I choose to love Love,
and my choice
is not without
its responsibilities.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

108	
Bonfire

July fourth.

An old man
is making 
a torch.

Children collect
litter and trash
from the beaches
and sidewalks
for kindling.

Men gather
driftwood
at the shore
for fuel.

Women tend the grille.
Scents of coffee
fill the air.

At sundown
we circle the pile.
A man lets his son
throw the torch.
Boys howl like Indians
dancing around the fire.

They soon settle
for hotdogs and ghosts
that dance in the flames
to a trance rhythm.
Soft guitar music
persuades the fire
to calm us all
to a dream reflection.
My mind is drifting,
drifting
to a different shore.

I collect
litter and trash
from the benches
and sidewalks
of my mind
for kindling.

I gather
driftwood
at the shore
from my wants and desires
shipwrecked
on the ocean
of my consciousness.

And with that spark
deep within me
I set it aflame.

This is the bonfire 
of my selfishness.

In the heat
of its bright burning,
I am busy,
like the alchemists,
in the darkness
of the continent
who put the flame
to Europe
and transmuted
her ignorance
to a Renaissance.

I select my flaws,
my gross habit patterns,
and with great caution
place them one by one
into my fire
of purification
until they transmute
into something beneficial
to my development
as well as that
of all Mankind.

I wake to the chill
of dying embers,
the first stage
of my Renaissance.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

109	
In My Dreams I Fly

Awake, 
I am a boy’s kite
in a toy box, 
not quite knowing when, 
the spring breeze
will touch his heart again.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

110	
The Amusement Park

January.
The white beams
of the Santa Cruz roller coaster
hold a calm track.
The coaster rests
at the brake station.
There is no crowd
at the ticket booth
waiting to ride.

The sun is warm.
The boardwalk is empty,
and I am unhurried now.

My mind is a maze of white beams.
The track is an old habit pattern.
The coaster is a dominant attitude.
The passengers are emotions
that thrive on every
twist and plunge.
Mood is the brakeman
that stops and starts the action.
Confusion is the ticket taker,
and I sit on a bench
on the boardwalk –
watching the show.

And it is not
a one night stand,
or season.

For a generation and a half
I’ve watched the coaster
climb and plunge.

My life is a maze of white beams.
Pleasure is the coaster
that carries me
on the track of my desires.
Choice is my brakeman
that stops and starts the action.
Experience is the ticket taker,
and I sit on a bench
on the boardwalk of my life –
watching the show.

And it is not
a one man show,
or one generation.

History is a maze of white beams.
Fear is the coaster
that carries us
on the track of ignorance.
Hope is the brakeman
that stops and starts the action.
Promise is the ticket taker,
and God
sits on a bench
on the boardwalk
of the universe –
watching the show.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

111
Cliff-Talk

Something new yet old as a wave
waits in the water
below the cliffs
of the Santa Cruz Light,
warm in their wet suits,
watching for the big swell.

They paddle their hands for position,
and point their boards shore ward
mounting from the top
to cut mid-wave at right angles
before the crest, back and forth.
They tempt the angry water
curled like a grasping hand.

I wish I were down there
daring to ride the surf,
wondering if there would ever be
a wave big enough and angry enough
and long enough to satisfy my desire
to play in that force of Nature.

But I am not the only one who watches.
The seals gather on their rock island,
at home in their furry wet suits
and surfboard flippers,
barking and flapping as if they bet 
on who would stay up the longest.

They laugh at our attempts to play
at what to them comes natural,
but I prefer to think that Man
was showing them what he could do
with his “time-out” from worry.

Man thinks awhile between waves.
He doesn’t ride them all.
He likes to ask which way the wave will take him.
Too many have known the pain of rock and cliff
for him to ride just any surface swell.

My mind wandered,  
a tidal wave
carried me in mid-pacific.
It was the perfect wave.
I played long at riding back and forth
reaching up for handfuls of white water.
The wave was never ending.

I didn’t know where it was going,
or where it swelled from.
It might have been a surfer’s heaven
that didn’t overturn me
or dash me on a rocky shore.

But my pleasure turned to boredom,
and I had to reckon with a different wave
swelling deep within me; 
something that wanted to conquer a wave
that refused to be conquered;
something that glowed in a battle of wills,
will against will.

I woke stunned.
Heavenly battles flashed –
will against will.

The sun was rising.  
The light
in the lighthouse was dimmed.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

112
Sea-Talk

On my shore
waves dash rocks
gulls navigate the spray.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

113	
Castle-Talk

When I was a boy
the tide called me
to long walks
on the smooth wet sand.

Clams squirted
like fountains
at every step.
Some wet my ankles,
some reached as high 
as my knees.

Gulls soared
and dived 
for fish.

The ocean roared
through every shell
held at my ear,

and each day
there were
sand castles.

That is where I learned
that sand castles last
but the life span of a tide.

They are never overpowered
by the ocean,
the waves just wash away
the sand.

In time
all castles
are abandoned 
to the tide.
I set out to beat
the tide,
carrying wet sand
beyond the work
of waves.

I built my castle
above the high tide line,
and guarded it
against children
who tear down the dreams
of others.

But there was more to learn
about sand castles.

The sun dried my dream,
and the wind blew it away.

Ten thousand tides have passed
since I forgave the Atlantic,
(sun and wind),
for taking my dream.

Nature has taught me
the difference
between beauty
and practicality.

I go to the ocean
for beauty,
but the shore,
with all its moods,
is no place
to build a dream.

Yet the call of the tide
is still alive in me,
and yes,
there are other calls.

But I am careful now
which calls I follow,
where they come from,
who is calling, and why.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

114
The Santa Cruz Free Show

A bi-plane
flies
the high tide line.
Red and white stripes
barrel roll, 
loop,
fly straight up;
then calmly right turn
into a power dive.

Candy cane colors
command our emotions
in unison.
Upside down it flies,
playing bright
in the afternoon sun.

Hundreds stand in salute,
hands cupped around eyes,
watching
the unexpected.

Slowly,
like a mood,
it leaves –
south
over Monterey Bay.

The beach is still,
only the gulls continue.

I too
have flown
in crowded places,
and it was for me
not them I flew.

All fight for that stage,
and all know the pain
of being out-flown.

Man finds it hard to throttle self-love.
He longs to fly a different traffic pattern.
He’s proud to out-fly every stunt-pilot
that ever power-dived into his heart.

But I am tired of stunting now,
tired of loops and stalls,
and candy-cane attention
from a full beach.
I want to spin a cocoon
and come out a glider,
the color of sky,
without bright stripes –
to pass unheard,
unseen,

unknown.

In my sleep
an old pilot stands watch.
I know him by his silence;
the silence of deep canyons
he once flew in;
the silence of a hawk
over a wide grassy field.
I sense him there.
He waits for me to wake.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

115	
Twirlers And Sandcastlers

On the beach,
a boy is twirling 
a rock
in a circle
above his head.
The rock slips
from the string 
and hits 
a nearby sand castle.
A little girl is crying.
The rock toppled
her tower
into her moat.

“What are you crying for,
its only a sand castle!
Can I have my rock back?
“She scoops up
a handful
of broken dream
and throws it
in his face.
The boy has sand
in his eyes.
It hurts,
and he can barely see.
He gropes around
then trips
on another sand castle.
The high north wall crumbles.
He lands on his knees
in a large moat.
Two boys punch him.
He runs blindly,
tears are streaming
down his face.

His mother finds him.
She spanks him for getting sand
in his eyes.
His father spanks him
for running away
from a fight.

I remember when I was seven,
and reaped
an unwanted harvest
from a rock
and a broken string.
Down deep inside
I think I liked
helping grown-ups
repair windows,
and hadn’t learned
till five times seven
that windows
were not all
I broke,
(and ignorance
is no excuse
for hurting others).

Now,
I am careful
what I put
in motion,
and examine closely
what attitude
I twirl
in the habit patterns
of my mind.

Why I twirl at all,
I have yet
to discover,
for a broken dream
is no less 
a broken dream
if it gets hit
by a “good” rock
or a “bad” rock.

We are so vulnerable.
The widest moats,
the strongest walls,
the highest towers,
are no protection
against rock twirlers.

One day,
when my favorite
tower
took a direct hit
and toppled,
I found,
in the rubble,
a seven year old’s
pride
and a little boy’s
fear,
that I had been
walling-in
all my life.

I thought 
I was building
my dream castle,
but I was building
a fortress
for my fears
and pride.

Now, when I take 
a direct hit,
I thank the twirler
and give him back
his rock
(without a face full of sand).

Let others teach him
to be considerate.
I am too busy
clearing my debris
and waiting
for the next
direct hit
and the next –
so I can be free.

Someday,
when I learn more
about myself,
the remaining walls
may become visible
to me,
then I will tear them down
at will,
instead of depending
on the next
direct hit
and the next –
so I can grow.

And when
the last moat
is crossed,
the last wall
crumbled,
the last tower
toppled;
pride will bend its knee
to Love.
Fear will learn
from fact,
and I will guide
my child-self
to the subtle
knowing
that a man
imprisons himself
when he is afraid
to die.

With humility,
I’ll look the world
in the eye,
so there will be no
fear and pride
to demand moats,
and walls,
and towers
in which to hide.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

116	
An Imaginary Journal With Real possibilities

15	The Beginning Years 
     Of The Journey To The Extreme

A super highway
hosts gold automobiles
and luxurious motels.

This party never ends.
Our shelves are heavy
with cigarettes,
drugs and liquors.
No desire is left
unstimulated.

The men 
are Greek Gods,
and every woman
is a Helen
of Troy.

2.  Nearing The Extreme

For years
I have feasted
on sense-pleasure,
yet,
I want more.

My emotions rage
at every thwarted 
desire.

I fight to protect
my strong opinions.

3.  At The Extreme

The excitement has set.
There is suffering here
and death.
For twenty-eight years
I’ve lived in fear.
I am involved here,
attached to many people,
to many things.
Yet,
I want to leave.

4.  The Sage

A man in a cloak
came to me.
He is journeying back
to the Center.

He told me many things,
some I would not hear.

My friends fear
his calm.
They say he is evil,
a sorcerer.
They warn me
not to leave
The Brotherhood
of The Extreme.
They say it is all
I’ve got.
There is nothing else.
I will be killed
if I leave.
They say he will take me
straight to Hell.

I think I am in Hell.

5.  The Beginning Years Of The Journey back to the Center.

We walk
the narrow path
through a desert
of broken glass.
There are no rest houses.
People are tired.
The Greek Gods are spent.
Every Helen,
long ago,
has thrown away
her mirror.
The North wind
frosts us.
Wolves wait
for stragglers
to fall.
Bridges are washed out.

I battle my emotions.
The whole of Man’s
uncivilized self
harasses me.
I keep a vigil
against my own
ignorance.

6.  The Point Of No Return

My vigil has seen
many seasons.
Gradually 
I grow stronger,
feel better.

I battle my thoughts.
Others notice.  
They come for help.
They soon leave,
not wanting
to keep a vigil
against their own
ignorance.

7.  Beyond The Point Of No Return

I am stronger now.
I discipline
my appetites.
I live in the eye
of the hurricane.
How beautiful
to be calm
in the midst
of turmoil.

I keep a vigil
against my subtlest
enemy –
ego.

8.  Nearing The Center

The sage tells me many things.
I can hear him now.

He approaches
the Center.
His face glows.
He radiates Love.
He faces into 
a brilliant Light.

9.  At The Center

Like the Sphinx
guarding
the Great Pyramid,
I keep a constant vigil,
every thought,
every feeling,
every act,
a potential
destroyer
of Joy.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

117	
Love Song To The God Of My Heart

The shore welcomes
the summer tide,
like a lover
waiting to hold
again her love.

This Light has chased away
the darkness and the gray.
The clouds reflect the beauty
that is yet to rise
and touch the countless eyes
sealed in sleep.

We sit and wait.
Our blanket, draped around us,
holds our warmth
until the sun and earth adjust
and we again receive that fullness.
The colors that ran before
have past us now
to glow for inland lovers.
The bright source leaves the water
far below its ascending
from cloud to cloud,
while we wait.
Rays will soon warm our minds.
Our thoughts attune
with a love
that far exceeds the limit
of our bodies.
A refreshing coolness fills our auras.

We wait,
as all lovers must,
for the higher the travel
the brighter the light
we dwell in.
Why are we here,
we may well ask
the timeless question.
All lovers wait for the dawn.

Our minds wander in an ancient land
thirteen centuries before the Christ.
The sun,
glowing behind the cap stone
of the Great Pyramid of Egypt
is greeted with outstretched arms
by the pharaoh of The One God.
In the splendor of RA
Akhnaton calls to his ageless sun,
symbol of the brightness,
the life giving,
the warmth –
the love of his Creator.

We walk now the morning shore.
The tide is almost full.
The earth has raised its sun
half-the-way to mid heaven,
and we forget
that while on earth we are advancing.
Few remember –
the nature
of our daily progress
makes our sun rise,
and theirs must always be
a more beautiful dawn.

The sun, at noon,
overwhelms, with its brilliance
those of earth
who have not gained
the wisdom to be gradual
in their approach
to the Source.
The rays that burn
can warm as well,
if we can but glean
the right exposure
from our experience
with the light.

Within us we search
for that wisdom,
the knowledge from experience
that keeps the sane balance –
the balance that endures,
the balance that makes
old lovers
out of young lovers.

Why are we here,
we may well ask
the timeless question.
All lovers wait for the dawn,
and those who know 
and keep the balance
can walk in the fullness
of the Source.

In our unbalance,
we are children
who blocked the sun
with a coin,
and in the excitement
of discovery
forgot to remove
that coin from our mind –
our heart.
With pain we age
as we limit the Source.

In the wisdom
of the balance
we gradually retrieve
the coin of our ignorance,
the coin of our making,
and our mind receives
the fullness of 
the Source.

We lie in the sun and wait,
our minds wander in an ancient land
six centuries before the Christ.
In The Temple of the Chinese Mind,
amidst the incense of the culture
of The Great Learning,
Confucius,
The Philosopher of Sincerity,
travels the path
of the ancestors of balance.
The sweetness of that wisdom,
The Doctrine Of The Mean, --
ancient,
before it was received,
is yet a pole star
to the seekers
of the Source,

Why are we here,
we may well ask
the timeless question.
All lovers wait for the dawn,
and those who know
and keep the balance
walk in the fullness
of the Source.

Our minds are warm with the sun.
Our bodies glow with an inner warmth.
On our backs we lie,
hand in hand,
eyes closed,
our inner spirits as one.
We rise
as though the sun
were drawing us
to its bosom.

Our minds wander in an ancient land.
From Mt. Carmel we watch the Essene Master;
the Christ,
in his white robe,
healing the unbalanced;
the Christ,
with fish and loaf,
feeding the thousands
hungry for happiness;
the Christ,
in the upper room,
teaching the twelve to sow,
in the desert of the human heart,
Love eternal.

We look at each other
and know that now
we must remove”
that other coin”,
the one that blocks the sun
from our heart,
so we can reap
our crop of Love
like those in the sweetness
of the wisdom
of the balance,
who gradually open
their hearts
and flow the Source
of Love
to all Mankind.

Why are we here,
we may well ask
the timeless question.
All lovers wait for the dawn,
and those who know
and keep the balance
walk in the fullness 
of the Source.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

118
Dark And Light Talk
White
Gull white.
Between black wing tips,
the gull skims the water,
beak to beak.

The sun
will not let the gull
forget.

The shadow
chases
the reflection.

I look at myself.
The appearance 
always hid the shadow
before.

But I am not flying
beak to beak,
nor landing.
I am taking off.
My reflection is gone.
The shadow is far below

following.

I tell myself
I am without it
when aloft.

How high
must I fly
to free myself
from this darkness?

Must the Moon,
to lose its dark side,
become a sun?

And the answer 
I get
is that the Sun
does not make
my darkness. –

My thoughts
make my darkness.

2.  Now I am a watcher
of my thoughts.
The more I watch
the more I understand.
I choose
the thoughts
I act on.

I am responsible
for my choices.

I am responsible
for my actions.

I am responsible
for my growth.

I am responsible 
for my Light.

I am
responsible.

Boston, Massachusetts, U.S.A.

119
Caterpillaring

In the woods
a boy watches
a caterpillar
spin his cocoon.
Other caterpillars
are still eating leaves.

When I was young,
a caterpillar
hunted leaves
on the warm days,
before he built
his cave
that he would hide in
to protect him
from the winter wind.
Then, when the world
turned green again,
he opened his cave
to creep out and eat –
because he was hungry.

I didn’t know
that a creeping thing
that ate leaves
would one day fly
and drink nectar.
(This was because
I was too young
to understand 
about Love.)

The world stayed green
for a long time
when I was young,
and I had not yet
built my cave
of Love
to protect me
from the winter wind.

But that season came,
and the angry wind
blew the green
out of leaves.
Frost, in its hate,
killed all it touched,
and deceit covered that work
in white.

So I learned
to build my cave
of Love.

In the darkness
of the cold season
a voice from within
whispered,
between winds, --
“Love”, It said,
grows wisdom
in the world,
as the caterpillar
molds the butterfly
in the cocoon.”

There are some
who do not understand
the darkness,
and they would break-out
at any chance
to creep again
and eat leaves again.

I am not one
who would unravel
my cocoon
for the price of silk,
nor for the best
from the subtle-hawkers
of the world.

I choose to let Love
finish the job
it is designed to do,
so that one fine day
I too will fly
and drink nectar.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

120
The Way Of Beauty

For some it’s duty.
They love all things
touched by beauty.
For some it’s reason.
The heart grows wings
in due season.
But for some it’s art,
and the way of beauty
is the way of the heart.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

121	
Your Flaming Heart Fills The Universe With Love

Lord I see Your light house beaming.
You warn the captain of every vessel.
You light up the dark rocks of remorse, 
You  spot light the sandbars of insincerity, 
You illumine the shallow waters of ingratitude.
With love you point out the Channel of Beauty.
With love you point out the Ocean of Joy.
With love you point the way to the Great Magnet of the Heart.
With love you whisper in every approaching ear. 
Strive On! Strive On!

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

122
“Make a joyful noise ... “

From beauty found in every thought,
make bold that sound the wise have taught.
The song must start. The sun could fit
inside the heart where joy is lit.
Such music-light can fill all space
with notes so bright they touch the Face
and bring a smile that’s all worthwhile.

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

123
Question Courage

Give me courage to ask,
what color is the breeze?
Where does it stop to bask,
(In what canopy of trees?)

Can breeze produce a child,
born of love, raised with joy,
a spiral not so wild?
(Wisdom for heart not ploy?)

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

124
That’s What Beauty Does!

It brings us joy from deep inside,
like kite and boy with wind applied.
It brings us fun. Hearts feel so light
when inner sun breaks through the night.
It brings us hope. There is a cure,
where all can cope and love endure.
Beauty will start the healing heart.

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

125	
Note-Talk

In the heart beat,
beautiful,
like swans rising
in the morning light,
the melody of World Culture
dances in its fiery rhythm.

In its flame
stones breathe,
notes dance, metaphors feel.

The canvas remembers, 
it colors our best
as stepping stones.
In its prayer of achievement
beauty gives birth to joy.

Dance and sing we will
for the preparation 
for the final note
is in the measure.

Between notes
a message forms,
slowly, silently,
like skywriting
across the human consciousness,
sharing with all
whose patience allows
its completion –
beauty heals the heart of Man.

126	
The Poetry Of Robert Frost

In winter,
a playful man, who knew the woods,
rolled New England into a snowman.
At the right season, he set it riding
on the hot streets of New York.
Soon, a melting hand reached inside
and gave its heart to the poet.

San Jose, California, U.S.A. 1973-1978

127
The Poet And The Poem

I carved my boat, (man that was fun),
then watched it float into the sun.
I built my plane, then watched it fly,
above the rain, beyond the sky.
I wrote a phrase, then watched it flow.
Through heart felt days, it came to know –
the poem shares a heart that cares.

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

128	
Thinker-Reaper

Think me a seed for all seasons.
(Thought forms the deed filled with reasons).
Seed thoughts take root, bud and flower.
They yield their fruit – sweet or sour.
Harvest we will our fields of thought,
and pay the bill as we are taught
not to neglect cause and effect.

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

129	
Show Me The Way

Teach me today to fear no grave.
Show me the way the brave stay brave.
Teach me today to fear no lies.
Show me the way the wise stay wise.
Teach me today to fear no mind.
Show me the way the kind stay kind.
Teach me to know why hearts can glow.

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

130	
Wise-Talk (1)

No Wise could say wiser,
each thought is a seed.
No Wise could do wiser,
than plant a heart deed.
No Wise could feel wiser,
when joy fills all space.
No Wise could be wiser,
when love sets the pace.

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

131	
Fill Me

I strive to choose the beautiful
in all I think and feel and do,
and when I choose the beautiful,
dear God, my heart fills up with You.

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

132	
Did Ya Ever?

It was a long ago seedling
with stem and root.
Did ya ever think
a thought could bear fruit?
It was a song ago feeling
planted in spring.
Did ya ever think
a feeling could sing?
Song ago, long ago,
harvest all deeds.
Did ya ever think
which seeds produce weeds?

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

133
To Robert Frost, Poem Maker 

You, who are dead,
but have not died.
Are you freer now to think 
for the one more
cast off shell”?

Earth is still “the right place 
for love”.
The “ice cube still rides
on its own melting”.
On the sizzling surface
of world tension,
the poem still flows
into “a momentary stay 
against confusion”.

Are you still tired
of the harvest
you yourself
desired,
or are you once again
“a swinger of Birches”,
“beginning in delight
and ending in wisdom”?

Here, our setting sun
fills our heart’s labor
with the joyful color 
of beauty.
There are no snowy woods
for winter walking,
no white drifts
come to bury you
in solid snow.

Yet, we are not without waves.
(To weather the spirit I mean).
Our Sonoran sun
separates
the hombres from the muchachos.
But if, for long,
it burns beyond the mean,
we, like those who have gone,
(our ancient Hohokam),
know well enough
not to live at any extreme.

We can leave
a desert hut as well,
and be not afraid
to move on
from a once more cast off hell.

28 January 1990: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A.

134	
If I Discern With My Heart

If I discern with my heart,
then wisdom will fill my future.
If I create with my heart,
then beauty will fill my future.
If I labor with my heart,
then strength will fill my future.

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

135	
Possibilities

To every seed I buy and sow
I add a deed that I may grow.
It might not be Earth shaking great
that all who see would mark the date.
But mark I do the good each day
and how it grew along the way.

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

136	
The State Of The Universe Address 2150 A.D.

Version One:
Our minds we filled with greed.
With greed, we made our bond.
All space we filled with sorrow.
Sorrow made a stagnant pond.

Version Two:
Our hearts we filled with beauty.
With beauty, we made our bond.
All space we filled with joy.
Joy made a vibrant pond.

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

137
The Law Of Beauty

(Without interfering with Free-Will or Karma)

Beauty leads to joy.
Heart fill my Soul with beauty.
Beauty leads to joy.
Heart fill my mind with beauty.
Beauty leads to joy.
Heart fill my home with beauty.
Beauty leads to joy.
Heart fill our schools with beauty.
Beauty leads to joy.
Heart fill our labor with beauty.
Beauty leads to joy.
Heart fill our community with beauty.
Beauty leads to joy.
Heart fill our planet with beauty.
Beauty leads to joy.
Heart fill our solar system with beauty.
Beauty leads to joy.
Heart fill our galaxy with beauty.
Beauty leads to joy.
Heart fill our universe with beauty.

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

138
The Song Of Gratefulness

I sing my song of gratefulness
to the source of all beauty and all life.

You are the light of all stars.
You are the light behind all light.
You are the space between galaxies.
You are the space behind all space.
You are the sun of our solar system.
You are the sun behind all suns.

I sing my song of gratefulness,
to the source of all beauty and all life.

You are the color of all sunsets.
You are the color behind all color.
You are the fragrance of all flowers.
You are the fragrance behind all fragrances.
You are the song of all birds.
You are the song behind all songs.

I sing my song of gratefulness,
to the source of all beauty and all life.

You are the warmth of all Souls.
You are the warmth behind all warmth.
You are the pulse of all beings.
You are the pulse behind all pulses.
You are the heartbeat of all Humanity.
You are the heartbeat behind all heartbeats.

I sing my song of gratefulness,
to the source of all beauty and all life.

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

139	
Mountain Talk

When I think of mountain,
I see only peak.

There are no fur lined faces
with frosted beards –
no gloved hands grasping
rock bound pitons.
There are no ropes,
no goggles, no frozen boots.
Yet, I know they are there,
risking it all,
for the top.

When I think of climbers,
I see only heart.

There are no icy slopes,
no white peaks,
no forbidding winds –
just courage and striving.

When I think of achievement,
I see only joy.

There is no sadness,
no profound heartaches,
no suffering
from broken dreams.
Yet I know they are there,
discarded,
along some line of ascent.

God made mountains
physical and non-physical,
and God made climbers
external and internal.

When I gaze
into the heart
of a climber,
I see mountains.

In the lavender pink
of the rising sun,
the heart-climber is there,
in joyful labor,
pushing the ascent,
piercing the vastness
of each personal mountain
with pitons of joy.

A veiled mountain there is,
with peak brighter
than the sun.
Dark clouds cling
to its tree line.

Climbers there are, 
who ever strive
for its conquest,
without which Humanity
cannot progress.

It begins its slope 
in deception.
In the darkness of betrayal
it rises to its tree line.
The climber must discern
the Spiritual Art 
of No-deception
to prevail.

The Teacher of Beauty
will guide the conquest,
for our level of joy
must be equal
to the ascent.

When I think of joy,
I see only beauty.

There is no ugliness,
no crudity,
no lack of order.
Yet, I know they are there,
risking it all,
for the top.

21 June 1991, Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

140
Star-Talk (1)

I want to wish, but I won’t,
that light is not the star.
I see it, yet I don’t.
Light travels from afar.
By some law of light unknown,
its source may now be dark.
Where stellar winds have blown,
the fire leaves its mark.
My wish was just a dream,
but fact and wish combined
to form a special beam
that brightened up my mind.
And now my wish feels right,
Lord, fill my heart with Light.

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

141	
The Joy Of Life (1)

We love to dance. We love to sing.
We love the chance that love will bring
the happiness we all desire.
Our hearts caress that sacred fire,
risking it all for the great pearl.
We hear the call, that Cosmic whirl,
which works its art within our heart.

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

142
The Most Co-Measured Poem For Humanity

We plant our future with thought.
We plant our garden with seeds.
This wisdom has often been taught,
but rarely is seen in our deeds.

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

143	
Love Song To The Highest Of Hearts

You sing through the dawn,
yet no dawn could ever hold
the beauty of Your song.

You color the sky,
yet no sky could ever hold
the joy of Your love.

You perfume the morning,
yet no morning could ever hold
the fragrance of your heart.

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

144
Song-Talk

My song is my striving,
my striving is my song.
With what rhythms will it move 
the world?
Will it be like the heart-beat 
of the Universe?
Will it be a song of joy?

My song is my striving,
my striving is my song.
With what melody will it fill 
the world?
Will it be like the song of birds
serenading the dawn?
Will it be a song of love?

My song is my striving,
my striving is my song.

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

145	
If Talk

If I should win the lottery
(and that’s the way it otta-be),
then I’d give up my never-be
and set myself forever free.

If I should find rare coinery
(and that’s the way it otta-be),
then I’d give up my couldn’t-be,
and set myself forever free.

If I should gain fine jewelry
(and that’s the way it otta-be),
then I’d give up my shouldn’t-be,
and set myself forever free.

Never-be, couldn’t-be, shouldn’t-be,
how did they gain their mastery
to cloud my self discovery?
(Is that the way it otta-be?)

If I should win my liberty
(and that’s the way it otta-be),
then I’d give up my slavery,
and set myself forever free.

But what-if my “If” should never-be?
Some rather “when” than “If” you see,
for “when” is like a future tree,
but “if” is just a doubt-in-me.

A real good “when” is gold to me.
A bad “when” is a grave to be.
Now good “what-ifs” can set me free,
but bad “what-ifs” can bury me.

So how then should it otta-be?
It seems God left it up to me
to search each possibility
within my heart’s own treasury.

(Now that’s the way it otta-be.)

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

146	
Sky Harbor

Floating lanterns approach,

within the pale thin orange
the patient pattern glows
with points of light.

Are they our Souls,
returning with dreams?

Do they come from afar,
searching
for their new mothers?

Sometimes
things seem to come
from nowhere
and from nothing.

Yet, everything begins 
with a thought.

Some are more spectacular
than others,
but they all splash down
into the Phoenix horizon.

Then the color comes.

Lavender pink mountains
dominate the sky.

23 August 1991,  Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

147
My Cornerstone

(for my Masonic coach)

In the northeast corner of my heart,
I found a large, unfinished stone.
I thought it was a work of art,
a gift of the First Mason, --
something kept under lock and key
that glows with every good deed done,
and cheers all striving to be free.
But prayer and praise are not enough.
Much work was left for me to do.
Up close it stands unsquare and rough,
while working tools remain like new.
There’s no mistake. I clearly see.
Its wake up time, and “up” to me.

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

148
The Great Stepping Stone

Can love persist without some fun?
Can life exist without the sun?
Can healing thought embrace our heart?
Can youth be taught the healing art?
Sorrow is yet, (in each season),
the real regret of Man’s reason.
Life’s wisest way is joy each day.

1998, Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

149
Earth-Talk (1)

To use this stage we let our thoughts fly free.
We write our page. We feel our history.
Joy will direct our search for happiness,
when we connect our pain with selfishness.
With life we learn – to think with love is wise.
Our hearts discern the package from the prize.
Work as a team. With spirit, heal your dream.

1998, Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 - October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

150		
After Inner Weather

So now I’m old and have some tales to tell.
Should I be bold and have some fun as well?
From what I’ve learned the fun would be on me.
Storms undiscerned bury young dreams at sea.
The wise captain uses thoughts as ballast.
(A sailor’s Zen to free him from the past.)
Over the side go greed, anger and pride

1998, Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

151.
A Healing Rain

Mental rainbows blossom in lonely skies.
The thinker sows. The seed of sadness flies,
not far, to ride the dark wind of sorrow.
False feelings hide the broken tomorrow.
And storm it must – gray clouds and pain persist.
In beauty trust. The sun will warm the mist.
Hope colors art, and joy will heal your heart.

1998, Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

152
Son Of The Sun

To most it’s just our source of heat and light.
We’re cosmic dust, born in the dark of night.
Are we sun-blind? Is there some subtle veil,
some trick of mind? Who spins such a tall tale?
Forgive us sun. Like Soul, we see you not.
When doubt is done, we’ll build a bridge of thought.
Then hearts will know the joy of beauty’s glow.

1998, Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A.

153
The South West Summer Dude Sale

Right-on through June, its a dry heat.
Then comes monsoon. Oh what a treat!
Sunsets are great. The colors glow.
They highly rate our lightning show.
Triple digits – we’ll have a ball.
Later on its cool in the fall.
Play in the sun! Phoenix is fun!

1998, Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 

154
My Magnificent Wife

(The Short-Timer : Retirement)

She counts each day with joyful smile.
From work to play she thinks in style.
But will she wish more things to do,
than feed the fish or “do the Too”*?
Soon lawn chair talks under the stars
with her “binocs” searching for Mars.
What a great start! What a great heart!

*(Pet Cockatoo likes to dance)

1998, Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

155
A Brother In Freemasonry

(for my Masonic coach)

A brother’s heart beats warm with hope for all.
He does his part, no matter large or small.
A brother’s mind must serve his fellow Man.
His thoughts are kind. He helps all those he can.
A brother’s Soul is bright to those that see
his loving goal is truth and charity.
He dares to care. He’ll find the time to share.

1999, Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

156	
The Little Alien

Where she comes from deep space is fun.
A star is someone else’s sun.
Sol’s wished upon by youthful hope
with sleepy yawn and telescope.
Her heart makes plea when time for bed
on bended knee in infrared.
“Send love to all who watch our light
and hear our call for peace tonight.”

1999, Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 

157
It’s Nature’s Way

Its nature’s way. The sun by night
and sun by day shine just as bright.
But now earth turns from light to dark.
Our star still burns yet we embark 
upon our dreams to inward stars
that aim their beams through prison bars
where earthly Souls align their goals.

1999, Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 

158
M-7 

Tonight we point our scope to southern sky
to find treasure (we hope) beyond our eye.
Near the Scorpion’s tail hide points of light
in a great starry veil of pure delight.
Sibling stars, brothers all, nebula born,
(to decorate God’s mall), shine and adorn.
We have the lens to see you proud and free.

1999, Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 

159	
Bow Talk

The board of directors paid this detective 
to see if rainbows were still cost effective.
A bushel of storm mist was cheaper I found
than a barrel of spectrum sold by the pound.
The light from the sun was still free as a bird,
but angles now sold by degree was the word.
Ninety degrees was the measure they needed.
(This was crazy my common sense pleaded).
So I told the board that I was afraid
that rainbows for profit could not be made.
They yelled. “Costs are down and labor is cheap,
surely that is a signal of billions to reap!”
I just stood there in silence and thought with a smile,
should I tell them the news I knew all the while?

A bow is special – light, angle and mist,
yet so easy to make with just one twist.
A garden hose spray, with sun at your back,
will open that door (to color) a crack.
But rainbows are more than just their ingredients.
Their hope and joy transcends all expedients.
Each sad heart responds to those special hues,
for this secret medicine cures all the blues.
Only after the storm does the arch appear,
when the violence is spent and earth sheds its tear.
There all is washed in rain to smell so clean,
in the calm pastel beauty of the feeling serene.

1999, Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 

160
Hiding Moon

Into space we cast our darkness – 
far enough at least 
to reach the moon,
wide enough to cover it.

Yet we forget 
it is always there.

Yes, 
eclipses jog our memory,
(although not for long).

From our shadow, the hiding moon
will soon escape, 
to light our way at night, 
and sometimes, with the sun, conspire 
to darken our day.

But at times like now,
(in the in-between of momentary concealment), 
when thought reaches afar, 
we sense a pause for insight,
and feel, in the first instant of re-visibility,
hearts beating in joyful sympathy, 
with all part time reflectors of light, 
cheering them on, in their desire,
to become a star.

1999, Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 

161
South West Summer Sun

In the Sonoran Desert
The Saguaro is Blooming.

Snow birds fly in May.

Triple digits rule the day,
as Spring dries up
and blows away.

1997, Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 

162
July In The South West

In the Sonoran Desert
Phoenix is windblown.

The night sky,
flash-dances.

The desert floor,
races.

Monsoon has broken water.

1997, Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 

163	
It Is Coming

The South West desert bloom Has faded 
into the colors of memory.

June dissolves into July.

We hope for an overcast sky,
to block the sun.

Phoenix,
a Sonoran ice sculpture,
is melting.

Monsoon clouds surround
the Saguaro daydream.

1997, Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 

164
The Calling 

Son of the Sun
the Source of your light
is calling.

Son of the sun
the Source of your life
is calling.

Son of the sun
the Source of your love
is calling.

1997, Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 

165
Arizona-Talk (1)

The dread of summer wears a mask of spring,
and makes-believe it cares for nature’s fling.
Such colors fail to hide the memory
of heat (and hopes that died). Not so with me.
When things go Phoenix-dry and blow away,
I point my heart at sky and find a ray
of beauty from afar with every star.

Joy is the best of scopes – all season round.
No other focus copes (or light be found)
that brings such happiness. Don’t those who strive
without the fret of stress feel more alive?
Weather triggers the switch. “Adios sun!”
Evening fills the niche with cooler fun
and smiles, as I embrace the jewels of space.

28 April 1999, Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 

166
Love-Talk (1)

The best I did was fall in love with you.				
No joy was hid, no star escaped from view.			
The world just smiled as it remembered when,		
each wink beguiled, each kiss whispered, “again”.	
	
My mind tells me I’ll love you forever.				
Our hearts agree, our Souls dance together.
We twirl with grace. Look, 
(our love fills all space).										

Tuesday afternoon May 25, 1999, Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 

167
Before I Up And Go Too Far

When the world becomes myopic,
that’s when I go telescopic.
Its then I think beyond the Earth
to sky, where nebulas give birth.
There light years past the planet mars, 
the universe creates its stars.
The truth, (if it won’t spoil your fun),
a star is secretly a sun.
What kind of womb could hold such might?
What motherhood could nurse such light?

If I had the skill to steer it,
I’d build a thought-ship named spirit.
I wonder if I’d ever find
that God gave even stars a mind.
But that would pale beside a chart
showing the way to Cosmic Heart.
Such map stirs still another goal,
does the universe have a Soul?

Before I up and go too far
(and run aground some space sand bar)
I’ll set my site for joy, and hope
the beautiful will fill my scope.
Mirror, lens and focus then bring
Jupiter’s moons and Saturn’s ring.
May 1999, Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 

168	
A Conversation Between Joy And Sorrow #1

To Man’s planetary pollution, 
beauty lends her heart solution.

Ha! Just pizza and beer dreams, I say,
for that, my friend, will be the day.

Maybe. But still, I’ve got a neighbor
who practices joyful labor.

Joyful labor, your joking right?

No joke. She’s as bright as sunlight.

Maybe she works in a nuclear plant.

That’s good. But she’s got a different slant.

Huh? Do you mean perspective?

Yes, her focus on beauty is active.

Then she’s consistently joyful now?

As much, I think, as we allow.

What? We restrict her happiness?

The world inflicts a cold sadness.

You don’t mean we demand sorrow?

Not always, just in times of woe.

Woe? Oh you mean distress and grief.

If it stops joy, then it’s a thief.

That’s a little strong isn’t it?

Appropriateness would have a fit.

Ah now your making sense to me –
Joy’s not welcome at tragedy,
and there’s not a moment I feel
that Man’s suffering is not for real’.

So we apply social pressure
to snuff out such fiery pleasure.

Always, somewhere, someone’s in pain.
To deny that would be insane.

I really don’t mean to annoy,
but when is the right time for joy?

One thing is sure, beyond a doubt,
each mind and heart must work it out.

May 1999, Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 

169	
A Conversation Between Joy And Sorrow #2

The heart of the universe
ignites the heat of stars,
and then proceeds to nurse
(from vain to avatars)
our minds that long to will
dominating desire
to reign King of the Hill.

What a waste of Fire!

Oh, so your the judge now?

Well, ah... . Okay, you’re right,
who knows the why and how.

Some know the Cosmic Light,
and test the Fire of Space
to help the Human Race.

Some don’t, but think they do.

Well, you’ve got a point there,
nature cultivates few
with such courage to dare.

At the twenty-first century
science has yet to find,
what lights our sun’s fury
or activates our mind.

True, but you cannot prove
Cosmic incarnations
make solar systems move,
or other such notions.

God is your science then,
or is science your Zen?

Is that question a trick?

My friend, would I do that?

You think so very quick,
rabbits live in your hat.

You’re right about one thing –
sometimes I like to play,
but fun should ever cling
to truth and the light of day.

You’re real honest when caught.

And you’re above reproach?

We both know how to plot,
I think we need a coach.

To crawl before we walk?

To think before we talk.

Hmmm. I might as well ask –
tell me beyond a doubt,
(if we could unmask),
what is life all about?

You mean just what I know, 
not what others tell me?

Let your common sense flow.
Set your inner thoughts free.

Experience is my world –
its pleasures and its pain,
a lonely flag unfurled
weathering sun and rain.
I’m vain, angry and afraid 
my boss thinks I’m overpaid.
And, if the truth be known,
I feel sorry for my wife –
there’s no love left to clone,
only regrets and strife.

Enough!!  Sorry my friend,
I did not see your sign
that, hiding behind your bend,
sadness has grown like a vine.

Its not that way with you?

The sun lives in my heart.

Is that your point of view,
what you strive to impart?

Birds sing with the sunrise.
Man sings when he’s sunwise.

June 9, 1999, Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 

170
Hope Healers

There’s a secret medicine,
its name is gratitude.
It guarantees you’ll win
a change in “altitude”.
It opens up your heart
and then airs out your Soul.
It even makes you smart
when setting your next goal.
Its close to love and peace
and dares to search for light.
Anger will slow then cease
as giving thanks takes flight.
The grateful help us cope.
Thank you – healers of hope.

June 1999, Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 

171	
Transplanted In Phoenix

At first New England flowers filled my yard,
but the Sonoran Desert had other plans.
The plants I grew to love found life too hard.
Nature must favor her ideas not Man’s.
She saw my Yankee likes as fraudulent.
(Truth is, they really couldn’t stand the heat).
I need drought resistant and succulent,
something too unthinkable to defeat.

Some thoughts, no doubt, no longer suit Mankind.
Progress demands that we upgrade our ways.
Our Me-first blocks the clarity of mind,
yet our love appeals the death row of our days.
The first heart beat echoes within us still,
pulsing the secret code of loving will.

June 14,1999, Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 

172
Humanity’s Moment Of Reflection

My me first gets my go power.
My mind just lets my wants flower.
So many years I’ve been this way.
So many fears have had their sway.
So few I’ve loved that needed me.
So many shoved who disagree.
If thoughts are things, let love grow wings.

June 1999, Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 

173
Palo Verde

My inclination wants to say its tough,
but now science says its only natural.
I guess that means it has all the right stuff,
enough, at least, for our Phoenix mural.
Imagine photosynthesizing bark.
Drought-bare, green limbs to leaf again first rain.
The triple digit desert brands its mark,
(but dwellers like the green tree feel no pain).

Not all adapt, of course, and they must flee.
Yet some of them return to winter here.
Call them snow-birds (and wish you were as free).
Those of us who stay know a common fear.
Without cool air we’d melt into desert.
(Curse the bill, but please no power outage).
But there is more. Our gut is on alert.
West of here Man earns a nuclear wage.

Some don’t understand our atomic neighbor.
Their minds just see a purple mushroom cloud.
For me it’s my test of joyful labor.
(The passing, of which, I do not shout aloud).
Some life adjusts by dropping leaves.
Others catch a plane for cooler weather.
A Man can also change the dream he weaves
so not to be afraid altogether.

June 30, 1999, Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 

174 
Happiness Knows Where To Hide

Happiness knows where to hide. It could be near.
Perhaps it lives inside, behind some fear.
We search with hope that there, when we find it,
We’ll feel a joy so rare, it just won’t quit.
Joy-searching gives energy. (Stop-search and die).
Now begin your strategy, and you’ll see why
the secret to searching makes your heart sing.

June 1999 Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 

175	
Q&A On Happiness

How happy can a person be?
Of much beauty are we aware.
Is there a law for so much glee?
Ugliness leads us to despair.
Does one apply, or make a plea?
The choice of joy is not so rare.
Is there a charge, or is it free?
With beauty, joy is always there.
Will it last? (Is it up to me?)
Learn to discern. Let all take care.

June 28, 1999 Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 

176	
Plans And Promises

A bed of Aloes waits for me.
Soon most of them will be debris.
Today I move some to the shade.
Their spot needs sun-lovers like Jade.
Their move should beautify the scene.
The desert browned them more than green.
We’ll see what joy this beauty makes.
(Our sun won’t tolerate mistakes).

I gave them notice months ago.
My friends, find a new place to grow.
I owed them that. It just felt right,
to give their spirits time for flight.
Now I ask for their forgiveness.
My error caused some serious stress.
My mind reflected on past deeds,
and yes, its time to plant heart seeds.
This morning, at the break of day,
gave up my waterbed to pray.
Sent love to all, no matter where
they make their home, their nest or lair.

Thursday June 1, 1999, Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 

177  
Key-Talk

A doctor once told me the mind is wealth.
He said it was a key to future health.
A Buddhist once told me mind is clever.
He said it was a key to real weather.
A heartbeat once whispered joyful minds sing.
It said it was the key to everything.

Thursday, 8 July1999, Phoenix, AZ.

178 
Getting Ready

Boston accents contain historic lore,
but I’ve been gone as long as I was there.
(I’m not a New Englander any more).
My thoughts of cold-fun are becoming rare.
Snowmen melt into starry desert nights,
and Christmas strings cacti with pretty lights.

Here wind palms and sunsets color my mind.
Phoenix golfers tee-up in December.
Sea coasts and lobster boats are far behind,
and I'm too busy now to remember.
Some say its easy to plan the end game,
but I am being careful just the same.

I rely on beauty to fill with joy
the ins and outs of getting through our time.
But love, of course, is vital to employ,
(for service without it would be a crime).
It will be a building upon our strength,
targeting quality instead of length.

Thursday, July 22, 1999, Phoenix, AZ

179  
God Is Fire, Etc.

Some say that God lives in the sky.
He points his rod and men soon die.
Some say He lives inside our heart.
With love He gives Mankind a start.
Some say He’s there in everything.
All men must care – paw, fin or wing.
Some say “She” cheers when we rejoice,
and train our ears to hear “Her” voice.
Now God I mean no disrespect,
but in between our introspect,
can You God-sail to this sender
a fax/email with your gender?
Help us prevent a great crisis.
Are you a “gent.” Or an Isis?

Phoenix, Arizona 1984-2002

180  
Always Remember

Perhaps we should
compose a letter
to those fouling the nest.

Dear friends,

Thinking is good,
prudence is better,
a loving-will is best.

Wednesday, 28 July 1999, Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 

181	
A Question For The Cosmic Accountant

If we harvested every thought
and every feeling,
behind every love song,
every love story,
and every love poem,
in every dialect,
of every language,
of every age,
from every culture,
on every planet, 
of every solar system,
in every galaxy,
of every universe,
and every dimension –

Would it be
enough?

If we added every love unspoken, 
and every love unwritten 
throughout Creation –

Would it be
enough?

If every thinking being
focused on love
for one minute a day,
for the rest of our lives –

Would it be 
enough?

If we radiated love
for one minute 
of every waking hour –

Would it be 
enough?

If we loved 99 percent
of the time forever –

Would it be 
enough?

March 29, 2000  Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 

182
Desert Winter Talk

No way, no trade. No snow to shovel here.
No slush to wade. No plows, no winter gear.
No freezing rain. No ice to break our hips.
No tires to chain. No slide-slipping backflips!
But trade I will, my summer your summer,
and better still, right up through September.
To Hell you say? (That’s still five months away.)

March 15, 2000  Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 

183	
Overheard At The Gate

“She had no beauty in her heart.”
“Is that your only criterion for entry?”
“No, but it will do for a start.”
“So everyone here has beauty in their hearts?”
“Precisely.”
“Could a person be good and not have a heart filled with beauty?”
“It’s not a matter of debate, the standards have been set.”
“Well, I was just curious.”
“As to what?”
“Why beauty? Why not some other quality such as I.Q.?”
“Would you rather be around a high I.Q., or a heart which carries the beauty of life?”
“Good point. A heart filled with beauty makes an excellent companion.”

March 15, 2000   Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 

184
Who Taught Them That?

You’ve heard it many a time,
for us it’s nothing new.
It should be made a crime
and give them all their due
that whine away their prime
shouting, “That’s too hard to do!”.

March 16, 2000, Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 

185  
 “Hello Magnificent Woman!”

(for my magnificent wife)

Although you hear it every day,
I search for many ways to say,
thank you for doing the laundry, 
and special thanks for feeding me.
Thanks for all the cleaning you do.
Thanks for a mind and heart that’s true.
Thanks for the love you demonstrate.
Thanks for the joy you radiate.
Thanks for the great attitude.
My love, my joy – my gratitude!

Well, meter and rhyme can be fun,
but verse cannot contain my love
for you Maryellen –
the universe cannot contain
my love for you.
You are in thought, word and deed
a magnificent woman,
and much more Maryellen –
It is an honor to call you
my magnificent wife.
Thank you.

March 24, 2000 Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 

186
To The Expansion Of Our Love

(A toast at the celebration of our first anniversary)

From me to you this poem flows
with hope not new and love that glows.
Two hearts can win where mind is taught
spirals begin with intersecting thought.
Our spiral spawned in circles of light,
where joined hearts dawned in Soul delight.
Great love discerns that fire which burns.

Like the spiral ever widens;
like the rose perfumes the air;
like the sun ray ever brightens;
let the heart fill everywhere.

The rings we wear in ancient word,
(the seal we bare of Thutmose the 3rd.)
this cartouche means “Son of the Sun.”
From Ra Man gleans how good is done.
Through each rebirth love lights our day
to find on earth a joyful way.
Let neophyte earn wings of Light.

Like the spiral ever widens;
like the rose perfumes the air;
like the sun ray ever brightens;
let the heart fill everywhere.

What kind of heart can fill all space
with thoughts that start a loving pace,
which brings a song from deep within,
to nurse us strong with will to win
the prize so rare and little known.
For those that dare to search alone,
heart is renewed with gratitude.

Like the spiral ever widens;
like the rose perfumes the air;
like the sun ray ever brightens;
let the heart fill everywhere.

Let us outlive unhappiness.
Let us forgive the crude excess.
Let us unwind the stress and strain.
Let us unbind those bound in pain.
Let us give joy where joy is not.
Let us embrace the love Christ taught.
Let us impart a spacious heart.

22 September 1985, Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 – October 30, 2002, U.S.A.

Papyrous Poems

187   
A Seed Of Beauty

I plant this seed within my heart,
to fill my need – to make a start,
to be my star to wish upon
(a fire not far to light my dawn)
with joyful glow, that I may find
what God must know to love Mankind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, October 30, 2002; 6:30 A.M.)

188  
Heart Beat

God listens to the pulse of Man,
to see what’s new with our heart-plan.
What kind of beat do we produce?
What kind of heat will we let loose?
What will He see – the dance of tanks,
or minds set free with heart-felt thanks?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, November 1, 2002; 7:00 A.M.)

189 
Joy-Talk (1)

Our joy, it seems, will always share
the hope of dreams, that Man will dare
(in all his ways) beyond his fear,
to sun-lit days, with God so near,
that thought will show, from Soul on fire,
how hearts can glow and love inspire.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday November 2, 2002; 6:48 A.M.)

190 
From Free-Will To Good-Will

Yes we can trust in God, my friend.
This dance of dust was made to mend.
Man earns heart-sight from love that shares
the warmest light through thought that cares.
The worst of woes can strengthen mind,
and as we grow – so grows Mankind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, November 5, 2002; 9:00 A.M.)

191  
Do You Really Need A PHD To Ring 
The Doorbell Of The Universe?

Come spring or fall a heart that’s light
brings joy to all and heals our sight.
It fills our room with rays of sun. 
It paints our moon with tints of fun.
It greens our lawn. It calms our words
with hope of dawn, and songs of birds.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, November 6, 2002; 7:00 A.M.)

192 
Beauty

Does it ask why? How does it play?
When does it sigh? What does it say?
Does it have heart? Is it a Muse?
Where does it start? Who does it choose?
From stone to star, our joy displays 
how quick we are to love its ways.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, November 10, 2002; 12:30 P.M.)

193 
The E-Motion Of Space

In God’s own pace, colors of dawn
throughout all space have come and gone,
yet will be there for future hearts,
to learn to care just how life starts.
But most of all, through beauty’s rays,
He sounds the call for joyful days.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, November 11, 2002; 8:00 A.M.)

194 
Can Plum Blossoms Really Grow Outside Our Universe?

Some have a scheme to steal the dawn.
Some have a dream they build upon.
Some search to win (power that pays).
Some search within through complex ways.
Simple is best, when out to find
that special guest not found in mind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, November 12, 2002; 6:00 A.M.)

195
Thank You (1)

For light to grow the food we eat,
for seeds to sow apples and wheat.
For life to learn that heart can give,
and mind discern the way to live.
For love to feel how much You care,
to sense You’re real, to know You’re there.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, November 14, 2002; 7:00 A.M.)

196   
Joy Is The Necessity Of Life

Not without it do we enter.
The heart not lit clutches Winter,
and beats a stress that only comes
with ugliness (the sad that numbs).
To keep life prime our best employ,
throughout all time, is joy, joy, joy!

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. 1984 ; Friday, November 15, 2002; 7:00 A.M.)

197  
Question:  Are There As Many Universes As There Are Stars?

Answer Negative:
We will never know.
We shouldn’t know.
We don’t need to know.
We must never know.
Don’t try to know.
It is forbidden to know.
It will only lead to more wars.

Answer positive:
We do not know yet.
We will know.
We may know someday.
Hopefully we will know.
We can know.
We should know.
We need to know.
We must know.
We must strive to know.

Answer joyful:
Such knowledge may bring greater happiness.
Such knowledge may uplift Humanity.
Such knowledge will enhance our search for truth.
Such knowledge may bring us closer to the Source of all beauty and all life.
Such knowledge will greatly expand our joyful labors.
Such knowledge will stimulate art, music, poetry, literature and architecture.
Such knowledge will be a bridge to the infinite.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, November 17, 2002; 6:30 A.M.)

198 
Like The Friendly Fragrance Of The Rose

Some poems speak a special fire.
They feed the weak. Their words inspire.
Some music shares the God within
to soothe our cares with joyful grin.
Some art displays a striving goal –
to mend our ways, to make Man whole.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, November 18, 2002; 6:30 A.M.)

199 
The Universe Is One

A flower gives a joyful “vibe”.
This feeling lives, in every tribe,
in every land. It perfumes space,
to take in hand the human race.
Joy always dares, to join the mind,
with heart that cares, to heal Mankind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, November 19, 2002; 7:00 A.M.)

200
Go Ahead, Travel The Universe, But…

It’s always there, within our reach,
with just one care – to guide and teach.
The seed of Light is free to all,
to battle night, to scale each wall,
to help us feel (and then proclaim)
that love is real, and heart is flame.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday November 20, 2002; 7:45 A.M.)

201
Happy Holidays November 25, 2002

Joy fills the scene this time of year,
with red and green and Christmas cheer.
With love and smiles and hearts aglow,
we cross the miles to those we know,
to hug our friends and family,
and make amends with harmony.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, November 25, 2002; 9:00 A.M.)

202
Where Is The Heart Of The Universe 
(Do Daffodils Grow There)?

For you and me and our progress,
beauty’s the key to our success.
Our strength’s a blend of focused wills.
We see one end. We use our skills.
Between our sighs and through our storms,
wisdom applies the heart’s reforms.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, November 26, 2002; 9:00 A.M.)

203
While On Earth…

You can be sure of their effect.
Flowers can cure. Some can protect.
Colors are food for those in need,
to raise a mood, and plant new seed.
In our sojourn fragrance is friend,
as we discern how to transcend.
Beauty’s our school. Joy is our rule.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, November 27, 2002; 8:00 A.M.)

204
Do The Stars Respect Each Other?

We set aside one day each year,
to slay our pride, to veto fear.
The heart appeals the mind to seize,
on those ideals, which cure disease.
We strive to raise our every mood,
within the range of gratitude.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday –Thanksgiving Day, November 28, 2002; 8:30 A.M.)

205
We Don’t See Our Shadow 
Until The Moon Steps On It

Forget regret. It leads to pain.
Don’t love upset. Let beauty reign.
Child of the sun, create your days.
Future is fun. See how it plays.
The joys that live in hearts and space
help Man forgive the human race.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, November 29, 2002; 7:00 A.M.)

206
This Is For You

Hear this my friend, for it is true.
We can ascend. We can renew.
Ugliness clings, to joyless strife.
God’s beauty brings the joy of life.
Plum blossoms know the time to bloom.
Their thrust to grow defies Man’s gloom.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, December 1, 2002; 7:45 A.M.)

207
If It Ain’t That Way, Well, It Ought To Be.

The searching roots will soon give birth,
to striving shoots, that green the earth.
These leaves discern and face the light,
with their concern, for our delight.
Their buds make bold with color schemes,
and then (we’re told) perfume our dreams.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, December 2, 2002; 6:45 A.M.)

208
Dear Santa, I Want A Mirage-Opener

I do suspect, it’s in between
our poor respect for things unseen
and faith extreme, in sense of sight,
that makes us scream and faint in fright.
But God’s there too, ready to heal
our point of view – and how we “feel”.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, December 3, 2002;6:30 A.M.)

209
Beauty’s The Way (Find It Today)

It is a gift of great worthwhile.
It will uplift and make us smile.
It is a wealth of pleasant thought.
It aids our health (forget-me-not).
But most of all, the joy it brings
transmutes our fall, to endless springs.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, December 4, 2002; 8:00 A.M.)

210
Does Ontogeny Still Recapitulate Philogeny?

Who is hero for today’s boy?
What makes him glow? What brings him joy?
Enchanted isles, or circus clowns,
will they bring smiles instead of frowns?
Does king supreme still fill his thoughts,
or does he dream of astronauts?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, December 5, 2002; 8:30 A.M.)

211
Strive To Love And You Will See…

Some focus hard, on all that’s wrong,
quick to discard, and then prolong.
Yet some forgive, because they know,
to really live we must let go.
Start with respect, from there we care,
and then direct our heart’s repair.
For love we strive, so love can thrive.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, December 6, 2002; 6:45 A.M.)

212
For The Little People  (The Children)

There’s much to learn of calm and storm.
A fire can burn, or keep us warm.
A treasure chest of joyful deeds
will serve you best (your thoughts are seeds).
Thoughts build things up, or tear things down.
One breaks a cup. One builds a town.
The good you do will be your light,
that shines for you both day and night.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, December 8, 2002; 12:15 P.M.)

213
The Facts Of Happiness

Nectar attracts both bird and bee.
This play impacts both you and me.
It’s nature’s course that we engage
and then endorse the worldly stage.
There we must find our proper role
to serve Mankind with God as goal.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, December 9, 2002; 6:30 A.M.)

214
The Future Is Our Reaction

Their anger drives their world to hate.
Their mind contrives their deadly fate.
Don’t be afraid, your joy is strong.
Those that abrade don’t last for long.
Let heart deploy and tongue give speech.
The shield of joy has much to teach.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, December 10, 2002; 8:30 A.M.)

215
The Joy of Life (2)

Amidst the strife of here and there,
the joy of life is everywhere.
Make it your friend and you will know
how to transcend – (Let your heart glow).
The choice is plain what to deploy –
sadness with pain, or healing joy.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, December 11, 2002; 6:15 A.M.)

216 
Note To Self: People Kill For Their Ideas

With each eclipse of sun or moon
our focus slips, as we attune
(without remorse), beyond self worth,
to our light source for planet Earth.
This space time out, with moon-motion, 
stirs up, no doubt, our God notion
for all that lives both night and day –
that He who gives can take away…

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, December 12, 2002; 7:48 A.M.)

217
Make Your Peace

We feel it’s pull, in part or whole.
The beautiful still charms our Soul.
When mood is great, and crude subdued,
we celebrate with gratitude.
Peace long or brief, our thanks no less,
for sweet relief from worldly stress.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, December 17, 2002; 4:38 A.M.)

218
If You Are Lonely And Unhappy…

Forget the time you found it gone.
Find it again, and turn it on.
Just search it out. Don’t think adverse.
Remove all doubt, and don’t coerce.
Love is the goal, beauty’s your guide.
Joy makes you whole. (Let God preside.)

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, December 17, 2002; 6:03 A.M.)

219
Respect

Success will pale with ridicule.
Demands just fail. (Fear is the fool).
Respect’s an art few practice well.
Where does it start? That’s hard to tell.
One thing’s for sure, anger will cease,
as we mature our drive for peace.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, December 18, 2002; 7:03 A.M.)

220
Take Three Laps Around The Universe And Then …

The good we do is little known,
like morning dew, or breeze once blown.
But it sustains the dream of Man,
through all the pains his schemes began.
For love we cry. For love we give.
For love we die. For love we live.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, December 19, 2002; 7:37 A.M.)

221
Thresholds Are By Design

From birds in spring to noisy bus,
our senses bring the world to us.
We see the sights and hear the sounds.
We taste delights (fragrance abounds).
Fragile or tough to know what’s real
(warm, smooth or rough) we touch and feel.
But there is more. The inner Man
lets senses soar and heart to scan.
Some remember and then redeem.
Some feel a stir. Some need to dream.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, December 22, 2002; 7:56 A.M.)

222
If The Earth Is A Kindergarten. Then…

What delights you? What makes your day?
What kind of view turns work to play?
Does it include a calm moment
where none intrude on your intent?
And don’t you wish it could outlast
the world’s anguish and life too fast?
Our heart knows well (from past employ)
it pays to dwell on prudent joy.

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, December 23, 2002; 7:56 A.M.)

223
“Through beauty we conquer.”

(To honor Nicholas Roerich)

Now unity for Common Good
(a symphony in brotherhood)
is first of all hearts voting yes
to overhaul an ugliness.
We all aspire, with what we know,
to join our fire, with beauty’s glow,
and then engage to tame world rage.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, December 24, 2002; 8:13 A.M.)

224
Your Flowering Trees Scent Every Breeze

My flower dream revealed to me
Your color scheme to set us free.
Your Plum blossom blooms winter cold.
Strength in wisdom lets mind unfold.
Your daffodil in gold and green
declares its will on spring’s new scene.
Texture and form, color and line –
petals in storm these thoughts of mine.
Please let them find a fertile mind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, December 25, 2002; 8:36 A.M.)

225
Happy Hurts Less Than Sad

The wise have taught, in storm and sun,
to uplift thought can make life fun.
Many work hard at worldly deeds,
and some are glad to plant new seeds.
In this both show life’s battlefield.
A joyful glow is our best shield.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, December 26, 2002; 7:32 A.M.)

226
Self Portrait Of God?

What brings life’s joys (you may well ask)
to grown-up boys in earthly tasks?
Or better yet, is there a mood
we won’t regret in solitude?
It’s time to wake. We’ve been adrift.
Make no mistake, our heart’s a gift.
It’s beat declares. The Giver cares.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, December 27, 2002; 7:31 A.M.)

227
To Become A Diamond You Must 
Learn To Handle The Pressure. 
To Become A Star …

Some tune their “ear” and make their goal,
for they don’t fear straight-talk from Soul.
But most ignore their inner peace,
for worldly roar and crude increase.
That subtle seed we won’t discern
becomes a weed of great concern,
for Man distorts, with clarity,
what heart exports with charity.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, December 28, 2002; 6:57 A.M.)

228
The Cloud Obscures, But The Mountain Waits.

Can I outlive my discontent, 
and thus forgive through merriment?
Oh yes.  I can. You may be sure
in my heart-plan joy will endure.
It’s a promise that beauty makes
(as we dismiss life’s gross mistakes).
Start now to live – forgive, forgive.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, December 29, 2002; 7:32 A.M.)

229
It's All About Self Destruction Through Lack Of Virtue

My persuasion remains cheery
(no occasion stays “that” dreary).
Only a fool lusts for power
who wants to rule and then devour.
Some know it well, who’ve glimpsed the past,
the good excel – the bad don’t last.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, December 30, 2002; 6:38 A.M.)

230
Honor The Vitality Of Flowers And Snow

While on this earth strive to reflect
on beauty’s worth as near perfect.
Like lost treasure, search now to find
life’s great pleasure buried in mind.
The joy it brings (God’s donation)
makes paupers kings of creation.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, December 31, 2002; 7:57 A.M.)

231
Curator Or Creator?

Some seek flavor from all they knew.
Some just savor fresh points of view.
Is one afraid, the other rash?
Will new degrade? Is old just trash?
Will one get purged? Can either last?
Could they be merged? Are both soon past?
Our guiding ray is joy today.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, January 1, 2003; 7:58 A.M.)

232
The Greatest Friend You Will Ever Have

Turn upside-down (and thus beguile)
your saddest frown to sweetest smile.
Too hard you say–like Everest?
Life’s not that way–ask your heart-guest.
It’s whisper guides through human ice,
and yes, provides expert advice.
You can depend. It will be there.
Your prudent friend will always care.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, January 2, 2003; 8:31 A.M.)

233
The Chemistry Of Our Hearts

In our heart’s fire God must discern
(and thus require) love’s flame to burn.
Also held dear, with plans to keep,
the most sincere, grateful and deep.
But best alloy, beyond all doubt,
is beauty-joy (don’t be without). 

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, January 3, 2003; 8:21 A.M.)

234
Sincerity (Our Inner Sun) 
Rises In The Land Of No-Deception

To calm Mankind let beauty start
to balance mind with joyful heart.
Anger consumes and blinds our care,
then hate entombs. Beware. Beware.
We can’t ignore our Cosmic goal.
Explore (restore) your self-control.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, January 4, 2003; 6:14 A.M.)

235
Too Many Mistakes?

(Keeping It Simple)

Where to begin? It’s what you choose.
With joy you win. With sad you lose.
Make the right choice. Give God a chance.
You will rejoice. Your heart will dance.
It’s powerful. Let life renew.
Think beautiful in all you do.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, January 6, 2003; 7:47 A.M.)

236
Patrolling Off The Coast Of Sorrows

Love navigates, and keeps afloat,
as hearts rejoice, in God’s lifeboat.
No one will force (there is no whip),
for beauty runs a joyous ship.
To work our dream for Common Good,
success depends on brotherhood.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, January 7, 2003; 7:29 A.M.)

237
Plan With Love – Live With Love

I think it takes heart-spaciousness
to live a life of graciousness.
This world, of course, would then abort
the countless things the crude purport.
Most paint such talk, “Useless chatter!
Impractical! Of no matter!”
Whispers of love bring shouts of hate –
all virtue makes for hot debate.
Yet we do change our rude and crude,
with every act of gratitude.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, January 8, 2003; 7:50 A.M.)

238
As The Waking Song Birds Serenade The Dawn, 
So Our Hearts Sing Joyfully At The Thought Of Beauty.

Some minds are keen to wake from sleep.
Their hearts are clean, their feelings deep.
Soon they will hear beauty’s great song,
that conquers fear, and makes Man strong.
Joy will uplift as sun will rise –
it is a gift to love the wise.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, January 9, 2003; 8:07 A.M.)

239
If I Build My Cocoon With Beauty,
In Beauty Will I Fly Away.

Some call it skill. (I feel You now).
Some say it’s will. (Don’t know just how).
Some say be still. (But I expand).
Some feel a chill. (With You life’s grand).
Some speak of thrill. (You are Your gift).
Some talk fulfil. (Your love is swift).
Some climb their hill. (You rearrange).
Some say distil. (I love the change).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, January 12, 2003; 7:34 A.M.)

240
Sincerity Is The Light Of Character, 

(charity Is It’s Warmth).

We suffocate from “pleasant” weeds.
We venerate life’s joyous deeds.
We excavate for inner gold.
We gravitate to love’s stronghold.
We ventilate our musty ways.
We vaccinate for better days.
We cumulate and then appraise.
We decorate with latest craze.
We elevate and then aspire.
We educate and then require.
We cultivate so we can change.
We correlate and then arrange.
We isolate the best in Man,
(then imitate as best we can).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, January 13, 2003; 7:58 A.M.)

241
Would You Reach The Heart Of Humanity? 
Go. Cross The Bridge Of No-Deception.

Our frustration, a joyless day;
our sensation, beauty at play;
our temptation, leads to the grave.
Our creation, destroy or save;
our causation, is made in haste
our vibration, leaves aftertaste;
our flirtation, soon causes pain;
our elation, helps keep us sane.
Our probation, with each vain deed;
our negation, makes fear and greed;
our narration, such violence;
our donation, love’s commonsense;
our translation, needs clarity;
our salvation, (our charity).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, January 14, 2003; 8:02 A.M.)

242
If I Carry Beauty In My Heart, 
My Storm Will Become A Small Wind

Let us apologize for all harm done.
Let us now cauterize all pain begun.
Let us soon authorize, and then support,
a very special prize a heart passport,
for all who exercise a wise respect–
(who best self-civilize and then perfect).
Meanwhile we’ll improvise, and turn our scope,
to study our sunrise. (Beauty brings hope).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, January 15, 2003; 7:38 A.M.)

243
Beautiful Things Do Happen

(for my magnificent wife)

If planet Earth’s a busy place,
I wonder what it’s like from space?
For Souls perhaps it’s an Earthport –
(or more precise) a growth resort.
This arrival meets its mother.
That departure seeks its Maker.
In this cycle of go and stay,
you are my love–Happy Birthday!

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, January 16, 2003; 8:39 A.M.)

244

The Flowers Of The Universe 
Perfume The Dreams Of Those 
Who Build With Joy.

As star-gazer, I often find
“star-appraiser” soon comes to mind.
Moon-phase comes first. Reflecting sun
(full moon is worst) can spoil my fun.
How dim or bright? Do clouds conspire
to block the light with their desire?
Which planets show? Jupiter still
(with moons aglow) provides a thrill.
Orion tells the where and why
that Sirius dwells in our night sky.
His belt then guides, with pointer star,
(Pliades hides so faint and far).
Next reds and blues (not all are white) –
God’s subtle hues can make things right.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, January 18, 2003; 6:48 A.M.)

245
Holding On (1)

Do you remember why
flowers gained such favor
when the bluest butterfly
first savored their flavor?
Then it was terrific,
but now it is, of course,
quite unscientific
(no matter what the source).
Yet sometimes don’t you wish
science made a mistake
to claim as gibberish
and thus label as fake,
all that which leaves no trace
or too quick to be measured?  
It seems a lack of grace
to trash what we’ve treasured.
Perhaps the next device
will be much more refined
and be, when asked, advice –
delightful, wise and kind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, January 19, 2003; 8:24 A.M.)

246
Where There Is Mountain The Up-Draft Awaits 
Our Decision To Soar

With thoughtless whim (a fools pension)
life can turn grim from crude tension.
How ungentle our imbalance.
How fragmental the heartless dance.
Conquer the world with love on shelf,
with love unfurled – conquer yourself.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, January 20, 2003; 7:41 A.M.)

247
To Maintain A Sun-Yellow Feeling, 
Do Not Make Clouds.

Today the beach is fun.
It could not be more full.
Kids, sand, castles and sun –
high tide exerts its pull.
Lunar’s flip-side extreme
(moon likes to go that far)
will stress Man’s low tide dream,
where thoughts can leave a scar.
To be in such a state
and not remember when
the cycle will abate, 
and tide comes in again,
is then to know despair
(a major drain on hope)
with schemes beyond repair
and broken gyroscope.
Most flow with circumstance.
Some wake their inner voice.
To go beyond mere chance,
the choice will be rejoice!

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, January 21, 2003; 8:01 A.M.)

248
Our Joyful Moments Echo throughout The Universe

Every journey must have a start,
a place and time to say good-bye.
Ours began with the human heart.
Quests for happiness aim high.
We chose a great and lofty goal.
The view is greater from the peak.
With thoughts of beauty we console
the stragglers when doubts make them weak.
Joyful labor transmutes our groans.
Thus we conquer landslides of fear.
Obstacles make great stepping stones.
Soon love will climb with thoughts sincere.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, January 23, 2003; 8:15 A.M.)

249
Prayer For Beauty

I write now
as a songbird
serenading the dawn.

This Man-poem
invites You
into my days –
into my mind,
and all its ways.

May Your beauty
expand my gratitude.

May Your beauty
cultivate humility
in my every thought.

May Your beauty
enhance the quality
of my love.

May Your beauty
permeate my reason.

May Your beauty
fill all my actions.

Thank You,
for Your beauty.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday , January 25, 2003; 6:46 A.M.)

250
When I Am In The Eye Of My Hurricane, 
My Heart Opens It’s Treasury Of Beautiful Possibilities.

I see You persevere,
with purple avant-garde,
several times per year,
You decorate our yard.
As the world-heart fills with rage
You beautify with sage.
Man kills for his beliefs.
He’s quick to not foresee,
that deaths, and pains and griefs
attend disharmony.
But wrong must yield to right –
our final court is fight.
With You wise counselor,
amidst the battle-scene,
we’ll wean ourselves from war,
and set our hearts serene.
With beauty we progress
our hopes for happiness.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, January 26, 2003; 10:11 A.M.)

251
Striving To Capture The Beauty 
Of God In The Face Of Flowers

With the morning light
of our Phoenix summer
(a source of great delight)
You shine through each flower.
There’s time to contemplate
how beauty conquers frown.
The close-up lens must wait,
for breeze to settle down.
The back-lit petals glow
to activate a sense
that only heart can know –
to feel Your translucence.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, January 27, 2003; 8:32 A.M.)

252
Joyful Labor

When “Me” comes first, Man starts with mind.
He does his worst for Humankind.
When “Me” comes last, our attitude
forgives the past with gratitude.
Now in-between, (You’ve felt it sure.)
we find how mean is love impure.
Work together and not apart.
Friends forever start with the heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, January 28, 2003; 7:07 A.M.)

253
Experience Arises From Living, 
Like The Sun After A Rain

Strive to perfect, in all you do,
a deep respect for all that’s true.
We must discern. There’s much heartache,
if we don’t learn correct from fake.
Simple or deep there’s less abuse
(and fewer weep when truth’s in use).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, February 2, 2003; 7:30 A.M.)

254
The Invitation (1)

I like the way that You invite
Mankind to play in Your delight.
Flowering trees, You have decreed,
perfume the breeze and spread Your seed.
Shapes can divert an argument.
Petals convert our discontent.
From rough to smooth, in Your season,
color can soothe beyond reason.
Your love imparts a special gleam
to loving hearts through Nature’s dream.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, February 4, 2003; 6:15 A.M.)

255
To God

(and all those who led me to God)

Heart is Your home. Where better now –
no chrome, no dome, no sacred cow.
There You conduct the song of Soul.
Your notes instruct and then console.
No time for rest. They sound the call,
for beauty’s quest of joy for all.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, February 5, 2003; 6:00 A.M.)

256
My Last Birthday?

I am getting older,
and good at finding fault.
Some things make me smolder.
Some bring me to a halt.
Basics may seem silly.
Some would rather travel
to places quite chilly.
And some just unravel.
How will I be with age?
Will I remember You?
Will it calm or outrage,
or must I start anew?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, February 6, 2003; 6:00 A.M.)

257
How Long Will The River Deny It’s Source?

Roses are known in many ways.
Fragrance and color build a bridge.
Our senses delight in their displays.
Our heart’s recognize a privilege.
A focus on beauty brings pleasure.
Elegance lies in petal height,
while petal count adds it’s treasure,
from Your Earth, Your water, Your Light.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, February 7, 2003; 6:00 A.M.)

258
From Metowe

Now this one’s gain is that one’s pain.
So many scheme a selfish dream.
But such a sleep will make Man weep,
until it’s we instead of me.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, February 9, 2003; 7:36 A.M.)

259
Palette Talk

A point of view is quite a stir.
Red, white and blue make lavender.
Color is key. Hues strengthen art.
They set us free, when mixed with heart.
And so with thought. Man learns to heal,
When love is taught as our ideal.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, February 10, 2003; 7:45 A.M.)

260
My Heart Prayer

Thank You,
O Lord of Light, 
for helping us
to respect
each other,
for helping us
to care,
for helping us 
to love.

Thank You,
O Lord of Light,
for helping us
to understand –
thought as seed,
feeling as force.

Thank You,
O Lord of Light,
for helping us
to nourish
and heal
this grain of sand
we live upon
as Your guests.

Thank You,
O Lord of Light,
for Your Love.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, February 11, 2003; 6:52 A.M.)

261
The Best Possibility

There’s a remedy for everyone,
like sun it’s free, with lots of fun.
Beauty, of course, is little known
as a joy-source (our stepping stone).
Joy is a goal we all can reach.
It makes us whole, it lets heart teach.
Let heart prescribe, for joy is health.
Let no sad-vibe infuse it’s stealth.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, February 12, 2003; 8:04 A.M.)

262
Multiformity 

(A path to love)

Beauty I find through many forms.
It pleasures mind, as it transforms,
my cloudy days, to sun-filled scenes,
of life’s bouquets, with color schemes.
It stimulates. Joy fills my heart,
then cultivates with nature’s art.
God’s great ideal – create to heal.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, February 13, 2003; 6:45 A.M.)

263
Petals Of Light  

(Heavenly helpers)

Here’s a flower. There is a star.
Feel God’s power so near and far.
To every heart they strengthen hope,
then they impart a broader scope.
They are a gift, all shapes and hues,
designed to lift us from “the blues”.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, February 14, 2003; 6:51 A.M.)

264
Your Delightful Variety Leaves Boredom Behind

You decorate
Your Earth
with flowers.

Color and shape
are a feast.

Fragrance uplifts.

Sunlit petals
are medicine.

Our spirit thrives
on their beauty.

In all this,
the birds serenade
the dawn –

And the stars
remind us
of You.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, February 15, 2003; 6:40 A.M.)

265
Be There!

Franklin would smile, if he could see,
just how worthwhile his work would be.
Mozart would cheer, if he could know,
that we revere his music’s glow.
Brothers in time, who serve the good,
enhance the climb to brotherhood.
It may not seem, our part’s so wise,
in God’s great scheme of Man’s sunrise.
Yet let’s inspire all those who bare
the guiding fire, daring and care.
Heart is our gift. Let it ascend.
Heal and uplift. Help and befriend.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, February 16, 2003; 7:23 A.M.)

266
Photokinesis

God let’s discuss my present blur.
A new focus I now prefer.
I would explore (as my best guess)
should I do more, or just do less.
More love would do (Heart has the room)
such point of view could conquer gloom.
Less me will free a helpful tide
of energy wrapped up in pride.
Where to adjust is hard to say.
Let my whole thrust help Man today.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, February 17, 2003; 7:37 A.M.)

267
My Love You

I’d like to send a valentine into space,
(one that preferred not to gather data)
with no hidden agenda of the Human race
(a time-out from posturing ultimata).
Of course, it would say, in words, “I love you.”
I will strive to help them understand
in all the ways no one could misconstrue,
but then I’ll need something more (something grand).
I know of only one suitable remark,
that would most truly let them know our heart –
our gratitude for the pulse producing spark,
(that special one, which gave us all our start.)

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, February 18, 2003; 7:39 A.M.)

268
A Seed Of Gratitude

I have this nagging fear,
that it’s the same out there,
as we’ve created here,
with daring lack of care.
Of course, I have my hope,
that Man will soon mature,
and find through our heart-scope
a road love can endure –
a way where we refuse
all thoughts that would unwind
or lead us to misuse
the treasures of the mind.
Our challenge is quite real.
Choose only thoughts that heal.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, February 19, 2003; 8:15 A.M.)

269
Quiet Dialogue (#1)

Outer Person: 
“Hmmm this star stuff of which we’re made,
is it enough to now persuade
we’re all the same in one great play,
or do you claim it’s not that way?”

Inner Person:
“Let us discern our starry sky
that we may learn the reasons why.”

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, February 20, 2003; 7:58 A.M.)

270
On The Eve Of War

Our sun is a yellow star.
Our sunlight is starlight.
But thoughts now reach afar,
beyond galaxies tonight,
beyond our masquerade.
Let us, with love, converse,
to plead again, for aid,
from the Source of the Universe –
that prudence be our guide,
to navigate this tide.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, February 22, 2003; 8:31 A.M.)

271
Using The Gift Well 

(For the Younger Generation)

The bad contrive with hearts of ice,
but good will thrive on this advice.
Choice is built-in, like leaf and sun.
It helps us win. It can bring fun.
We best preserve the joy of life,
when we observe the source of strife.
But there is more. Pain is the key,
when we ignore choice quality.
Respond above angers and hates.
Beauty and love are your helpmates.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, February 23, 2003; 8:04 A.M.)

272
Bridge Of Joy

A bridge, we’re taught, by most Mankind,
was once a thought in someone’s mind.
Man does create. With some success,
he elevates (or makes a mess).
We may not know the hows and whys
of what we sow that beautifies,
but here’s what’s real in that great seed.
The joy we feel is Man’s best deed.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, February 24, 2003; 8:51 A.M.)

273
Dare To Beautify

Your recipe for our success
(to set us free from self-made mess)
is simply this – beauty will cure.
It’s emphasis is to ensure
that joy will fall on all who dare
apply Your call and feel Your care.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, February 25, 2003; 7:45 A.M.)

274
Slowing Down To Catch up

This unison is not so rare.
Earth needs the sun, like Man needs air.
Some pairs are sane. Some just enslave.
Man-love’s humane. Man-hate’s a grave.
Simplicity has it’s own light,
to set us free from self-made night.
As Mankind grows, it’s beauty glows.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, February 26, 2003; 6:19 A.M.)

275
Counselors In Rhyme

Some poems have three feet,
and keep them all in line.
End rhyme creates their beat.
In meter they combine,
to form a metaphor,
from hearts at peace or war.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, February 28, 2003; 6:55 A.M.)

276
Teach Them Beauty

Some see beauty as food,
a daily goal to reach,
beyond a joyless mood.
Now, these could learn to teach.
Let’s hope they can reveal –
the joy of life is real.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, March 1, 2003; 6:58 A.M.)

277
Simplicity Is Not A Secret, 
The Vain Just Cover It With Confusion.

Simple is best in life’s-go-round.
To pass the test just learn one sound.
Woman or Man, young girl or boy,
make it your plan to sound your joy!

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, March 2, 2003; 8:00 A.M.)

278
Each Of Us Has Had More Lifetimes 
Than There Are Stones In The Great Wall Of China

(Notes to self #1)
1.  Life overflows beyond the breath.
The one who knows does not fear death.

2.  To deal with strife we take what’s learned
to our next life (when we’ve returned).

3.  Don’t dam life’s stream with anger-hate.
No plot or scheme will elevate.

4.  Sorrow’s our sin. Beauty will be
our medicine for quality.

5.  Learn now to live and not complain.
(We must forgive to love again).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, March 3, 2003; 6:27 A.M.)

279
Experiment In Front-Rhyme

Start loving now. Forgive the past.
Heart knows the way. Live to create.
Beauty will bring joy to your life.
Duty is clear, destroy your fear.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, March 4, 2003; 6:23 A.M.)

280
It’s Possible

There is a word I think divine.
You may have heard, it is refine.
It holds for me all that is good –
the way to be, the way we should.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, March 5, 2003; 6:40 A.M.)

281
Do The Birds Not Serenade The Dawn?

Let us observe, as best we can,
and then preserve the good in Man.
Far past the clown, beyond the gloom, 
and dreams of crown, heart strives to bloom.
Charity starts a healthy beat,
that soon imparts a friendly heat.
It radiates a certain glow,
and permeates all that we know.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, March 6, 2003; 6:38 A.M.)

282
Quiet Dialogue (#2)

Outer Person:
“Can I repay for every breath
of every day until my death?”

Inner person:
“Beauty takes wing when rhythm’s strong.
Let your heart sing a joyful song.”

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, March 7, 2003; 6:30 A.M.)

283
The Grateful

The grateful knew God gave us Spring,
to change our view, with songs birds sing.
The grateful say, for our cold-will,
He filled our day with daffodil.
The grateful feel bound to duty.
We live to heal. (Cure with beauty).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, March 8, 2003; 8:45 A.M.)

284
The Song Unheard

With sleepy yawn, and stretch of wing,
before each dawn, they start to sing.
A serenade, if that’s the word,
is to persuade, thus must be heard.
Now it could be they sense the sun,
and soon will see their day begun.
To make them strong, they chant and cheer,
then pray in song to calm their fear.

But some debate, God gave them voice
to demonstrate Man’s joyful choice,
to face each day and make a start,
in every way, with song in heart.
This warmth we feel, from our star-light,
has sense appeal as well as sight.
Don’t miss the show in thought or word.
Arise and know the song unheard.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, March 9, 2003; 9:32 A.M.)

285
You Must Know Something We Don't

You give us air enriched with sun.
You that can care with all we’ve done.
You give water to quench our thirst.
You must wonder at our “Me-first”.
You give us food that we may eat.
You know our mood, our crude-conceit.
You give free-will that we may choose.
You love us still. How can we lose?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, March 10, 2003; 5:46 A.M.)

286
Yield Signs Don’t Work In A Me-First World

In our dark night, we turn away,
from our star’s light, and warmth of day.
Soon eyes engage dawn’s great re-run.
On Earth’s day stage – sun reveals sun.
Some are aware (I wonder why)
the stars are there behind blue sky.
Perhaps we earn, through grand design,
the right to learn, and then refine.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, March 11, 2003; 7:08 A.M.)

287
Quiet Dialogue (#3)

Outer Person:
“It’s not our style (our plan to win)
to wear a smile and search within.”

Inner Person:
“Sorrow’s your seed, and fear’s your rain,
as you succeed to harvest pain.
Yet while hearts beat, you strive to learn.
Love will defeat Man’s great concern.”

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, March 13, 2003; 7:03 A.M.)

288
The Land Of The Saguaro *

I live here now. My dues are paid.
No more snowplow. Time to plant shade.
Monsoons remind, with lightning-show,
Nature will find Man pains to grow.
Sonoran ways respect our sun,
then desert days are much more fun.
Let all take heed, Who may despair,
our thoughts are seed, (plant yours with care.)

* The Saguaro (‘gu’ pronounced as ‘w’) is a tall cactus, with arms, 
found only in the Sonoran Desert of the Southwestern United States and Mexico.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, March 15, 2003; 7:00 A.M.)

289
You Know It’s True.

I’d like to think high melting snows
would let us drink the love that knows.
Perhaps some law when time began
said sun could thaw the heart of Man.
There’s bound to be some small loophole
that sets us free through self-control.
If we could hold the good we do
instead of gold, we might get through.

But there’d be more (There always is.)
for passing score on God’s great quiz.
Now honesty would be a start
if charity could warm our heart.
What is amiss is hard to see,
but I know this – it starts with me.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, March 16, 2003; 8:05 A.M.)

290
Beauty Has Friends

Beauty has friends that bring a smile.
Their dividends make life worthwhile.
Now joy uplifts to make your day,
with many gifts along the way.
Then you will find the calm which brings
you peace of mind while spirit sings.
Your heart knows well (no need to guess)
this truth I tell brings happiness.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, March 17, 2003; 6:40 A.M.)

291
Four Notes For My Next Incarnation

1. Not “Bratitude” is your best start,
but gratitude for your own heart.

2. To use deceit to get your way
leads to defeat on your best day.

3. Yes, be honest (with clarity),
but fill your quest with charity.

4. Beautify now your home, your life,
and you’ll learn how to conquer strife.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, March 18, 2003; 6:47 A.M.)

292
For The Teachers Of Tomorrow

(Beauty Is the Mother of Joy.)

Beauty is fun for all Mankind.
Start with the sun to warm your mind.
Your joy is Spring. It melts your ice,
so you can cling to all that’s nice.
Form and fragrance help us transcend.
(In Nature’s dance flower is friend.)
Learn well this art of changing mood –
color your heart with gratitude.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, March 19, 2003; 5:47 A.M.)

293
Gems On A Stem

God made flowers gems on a stem.
For their powers we respect them.
Sure Man can feel, as wind does blow,
fragrance will heal our saddest woe.
Half Earth’s vitality (if truth be told)
is theirs, you see. Treat them like gold.
But there’s much more. The joy they bring,
through beauty’s door, makes our hearts sing.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, March 21, 2003; 7:03 A.M.)

294
The Universe Is Lit By Love

What lives without the warmth of sun?
There is no doubt, “we” would be “none”.
Earth would then be a ball of ice,
no heat, you see, no paradise.
Should we be sad at such a thought,
or grateful-glad for what God brought?
Lord please make note, for earthly heat,
joy has my vote. (It’s quite a feat.)

But there is more that shows Your care.
We can explore the light You share.
Your leaves respond to rays with food.
We reach beyond crude attitude.
There we will find, both near and far,
You warm all-kind through sun and star.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, March 22, 2003; 6:28 A.M.)

295
Future-Talk

Finding our way may lead to fame.
Fortune may say, “We won the game.”
What are our needs? What gets us “in”?
What kind of seeds win without sin?
That love enchant our new harvests,
hearts also plant their treasure chests.
Hope germinates in old and new,
then permeates our point of view.
Many have scored. They have been taught
the great reward of future thought.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, March 23, 2003; 7:59 A.M.)

296
The Facts Of Life

Choice empowers. Choose well your seeds.
Grow your flowers. Discern your weeds.
It is the same with thoughts you see.
The cheerful game can set you free.
When we employ beautiful ways,
feelings of joy then fill our days.
It’s time to wake. Beauty ascends.
Make no mistake. Flowers are friends.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, March 25, 2003; 7:04 A.M.)

297
Thought Gardeners

Gardener’s dreams are filled with seeds.
Our silent schemes color our deeds.
We cultivate and then combine
our love and hate in our design.
Life is our test. We thrill to see
thought’s manifest through our decree.
Fall is the time we start a scan
of forms that rhyme with our next plan.
Beauty will start our Spring bouquets.
Planning with heart makes better days.
One fine season, we will employ,
our best reason and plant with joy.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, March 26, 2003; 7:12 A.M.)

298
Lord, I know Your Busy, But …  

There must be room for a new slant.
(An old perfume with cheerful chant.)
I mean no harm, no disrespect.
Let none alarm or disconnect.
With cornerstone of gratitude,
Lord please condone my “altitude”.
My foundation is Your beauty.
My salvation – joyful duty.
Straight from Your heart, my creed is share,
through Your fine art, how much You care.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, March 27, 2003; 7:45 A.M.)

299
Our Best Start

The real pious have charity,
but, Man’s bias is vanity.
Don’t laugh too hard. We all partake
in this façade, before we wake.
Self-addiction just crowns the vain
with self-fiction. Why choose such pain?
Why do we thirst, to self-inflate,
to put “Me-first”, -- to separate?
One thing’s for sure, our “altitude”
prolongs the cure of gratitude.
The grateful care with loving heart.
Beauty, they share, is our best start.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, March 28, 2003; 6:21 A.M.)

300
For Joy Today

Not much to ask one may reflect
(a simple task of self respect).
But aid we must our world to grow.
Clean all the dust. Let beauty glow.
Let’s take an oath, to help and care,
for future growth, by all who dare,
to let heart lead, to show the way,
in word and deed, for joy today.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, March 29, 2003; 6:44 A.M.)

301
I Hear Birds Singing, It Must Be Dawn

Lord, a new start would be worthwhile,
one where Man’s heart would warm his smile;
one where our mind will share its glow
with every kind that wants to grow;
where great or small, our worldly strife
will teach us all respect for life.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, March 30, 2003; 6:20 A.M.)

302
Quiet Dialogue (#4)

Outer Person:
Does love live here? Is Earth it’s home, 
it’s great frontier, or catacomb? 

Inner Person:
“Not reprimand, but act of heart
(with helping hand) is Man’s great art.”

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, April 1, 2003; 6:16 A.M.)

303
Un-Weathered (1)

Our hearts combine as one rainbow
of Soul design that hope may glow.
The thought is clear with calm of mind
there’s no storm-fear with force unkind.
Feelings not new arise to say
that I love you in every way.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, April 3, 2003; 6:34 A.M.)

304
What Beauty Knows

Easy and hard one afternoon
just dropped their guard and changed their tune.
They chose to see beyond their strife
(and blind decree) the joy of life.
May we all learn what beauty knows:
first heart discerns then heart bestows.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, April 5, 2003; 6:18 A.M.)

305
Beauty’s My Cure

Shall we begin with summer sun?
We love to win. Feelings are fun.
Our thoughts are seeds (trillions per day).
Which ones are weeds? Which go astray?
Pleasure and pain – a pair that thrives
in heart and brain throughout our lives.

If we could know ahead of time
how thoughts would grow (crude or sublime)
would we adjust? Would hate then stop?
Which would we trust for our next crop?
For me, I’m sure what I’ll employ –
beauty’s my cure that leads to joy.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, April 8, 2003; 7:26 A.M.)

306
Thank You God (1)

I know you’re real. You’re in between,
where hearts reveal the great unseen,
where beauty fills, and then displays,
in all good wills, Your joyful ways.
Your love and care weave color schemes,
as we prepare to light our dreams.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, April 9, 2003; 7:32 A.M.)

307
The Birth Of The Future

I wonder who tagged thought as seed –
a heart thinker, no doubt, who loved Mankind.
The effort was a selfless deed
(and treasured key to garden mind).
What kind of thought would help us most
in our response to life today?
What beauty can we plant to host
joyful harvests of love’s display?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, April 10, 2003; 7:22 A.M.)

308
So Love Can Flow

Something quite new should come our way –
a point of view to save the day.
The crude must go. We will refine,
and love will flow. Let hearts assign
a synthesis to energize
our joy and bliss. In our sunrise
beauty’s the light. We feel it’s glow,
its great delight helps us to grow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, April 12, 2003; 6:46 P.M.)

309
Sunlit Flowers

Sunlit flowers, bright stars at night,
God empowers with fire and light,
As if to say, (perhaps to warn)
beauty’s the way, learn to adorn.

Sunlit flowers, bright stars at night,
God empowers with fire and light.
Let good direct right over wrong.
To stand erect, learn to be strong.

Sunlit flowers, bright stars at night,
God empowers with fire and light.
Never forget, love the sunrise,
feel the sunset, learn to be wise.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, April 13, 2003; 6:10 A.M.)

310
Sun Heart #1

If asked, I’d say, think of the sun
(our star by day) and all it’s done.
Our system thrives on heat and light.
It’s center strives (even by night).
But then I’d share, to think within, 
for those who dare (with discipline).
The heart creates. It’s beauty flows,
while pulse narrates, the joy it knows.

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, April 15, 2003; 6:37 A.M.)

311
Quiet Dialogue #5

Outer Person:
“But can we strive to have one goal,
where love can thrive (and joy enroll)?”

Inner Person:
“Beauty does share the Way of Heart,
with all who dare that precious art.”

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, April 16, 2003; 6:45 A.M.)

312
The Most Beautiful Journey

Beauty’s the gate. There’s only one.
To contemplate with joy is fun.
Going within (the Godly art)
has always been the way of heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, April 26, 2003; 6:48 A.M.)

313
Time For Beauty

Our Spring moment serves to remind,
God’s great intent to help Mankind.
Beauty must play a growing part,
in every way, with every heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, April 27, 2003; 6:28 A.M.)

314
Phoenix At Mid-March

Sonoran spring – no finer time
to dance and sing or turn to rhyme.
Sound and color delight us now,
but crave no more. Sun won’t allow
naive mistakes. Desert warms first
and then it bakes unthinking thirst.

Can joy survive in such extreme?
Can beauty thrive without it’s dream?
Don’t blame the sun or lack thereof,
for loss of fun, or loss of love.
It’s joy that knows no kind of fear. 
With heart it grows year after year.

(Papyrous: Started Phoenix Arizona, 14 March 2000. 
Completed Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, April 27, 2003; 6:28 A.M.)

315

Our Dance Among The Stars

Before:
May it so be that I attend
this school called Me, and learn to mend
my selfish weeds with thoughts that dare
to plant new seeds with loving care.

After:
Lord, in my heart Your beauty reigns.
Your healing art, with joy, explains
the balanced way, to strengthen mind
and will today, to help Mankind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, April 28, 2003; 6:45 A.M.)

316
Looking Ahead

You’re avant-garde. Flowers and sun
in my backyard are source of fun.
Your morning show, beyond all words,
makes petals glow with songs of birds.
In such a way my heart will rise.
It’s light of day will make me wise.
From now till then, beauty will dare
to show again how much You care!

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, April 30, 2003; 6:53 A.M.)

317
The Joy Of Love #1

The best defense we can deploy
is confidence to live with joy.
It’s strength is heart, where we discern
love is the art we’re here to learn.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, May 1, 2003; 6:07 A.M.)

318
I Gave Them Heart

I gave them mind and mystery.
They search to find life’s hidden key.
Free will they share. They love to choose,
Yet think “Unfair!” each time they lose.
Feelings they use. Emotion flows.
Yet they abuse, and sadness grows.
With ugly ways they grow their weeds,
yet beauty pays in joyful seeds.
Flowers I gave, color and form
for life not grave. My love is warm.
I gave them heart (My caring door).
I’ve done My part. Now they must soar.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, May 4, 2003; 6:39 A.M.)

319
Thank You For Heart

Thank You for life – the chance to know;
to conquer strife; to learn to grow.
Thank You for Earth – the chance to care;
to cherish birth; to self-repair.
Thank You for heart – to go Your way;
to do our part in Your grand play.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, May 5, 2003; 5:38 A.M.)

320
Some Call Them Suns

Sunset brings change. The stars at play,
once nice but strange, now lead the way.
Billions of lights (God’s thoughts no doubt)
fill joyful nights with fire throughout.
To dawn we turn. Each has its cost.
Focus and learn not to get lost.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, May 7, 2003; 6:48 A.M.)

321
Good Morning God

With sleepy yawn and songs of birds,
we turn to dawn with thoughtful words.
Beauty, joy, heart, with these in mind
we work Your art to help Mankind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, May 8, 2003; 6:30 A.M.)

322
Some Thoughts Between Playtimes

(For the young of today searching for tomorrow)

Here’s my advice, for girl or boy.
Strive to be nice – beauty brings joy.
Learn to discern. Make it your way,
and you will earn your heart’s full pay.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, May 9, 2003; 6:30 A.M.)

323
Less Foolish Things

Lord fill my heart with Your warm light,
that I may start a new insight.
One where I learn less foolish things,
where I discern which thoughts have wings.
The ones that speed the joy of life,
not stuck in greed or angry strife,
where beauty knows God’s private way,
where love that glows keeps night at bay.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, May 10, 2003; 7:00 A.M.)

324
The Wise Know How To Share

A great surprise (you’ve seen it sure)
used by the wise, whose thoughts endure,
is to adorn what they create
with beauty worn without our hate.
Much joy it brings and love impart,
like we’ve grown wings, and touched God’s heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, May 11, 2003; 5:43 A.M.)

325
Every Circle Has Its Center

Mankind’s mentor has a warm beat.
Our heart center is God’s great seat.
Our pulse will show that quality,
when actions glow with charity.
Until that time, we rock and roll,
and fool with rhyme, in search of Soul.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, May 12, 2003; 6:45 A.M.)

326
With Every Thought

You may well ask, “Is there a light, 
few bring to task, that gives delight?”
Let children know they can discern.
Joy’s happy glow is fun to learn.
More joy in art will conquer stress.
More joy in heart creates success.
Joy is the way. Let it be taught.
Man makes Man’s day with every thought.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, May 13, 2003; 6:53 A.M.)

327
That Time Of Joy

Beauty and sigh go together,
like clouds and sky in fine weather.
Perhaps we’ve earned that time of joy
(some lesson learned not to destroy?)
Or simpler yet, they are a gift
a great sunset where hearts uplift.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, May 14, 2003; 6:17 A.M.) 

328
May Gratitude ...

Lord be so kind to show the way,
to help Mankind with joy today.
Let beauty guide our thoughts in life,
not ugly pride nor fearful strife.
May gratitude for beating hearts
transmute the crude to happy arts.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, May 15, 2003; 5:15 A.M.)

329
No Matter What The World May Do

Imagine if, instead of weeds, 
we wrote Man’s book of joyous deeds.
Could such a read now make us well?
Would this non-fiction ever sell?
I have my hopes enough may feel
that daily joy can be quite real.
It is my private point of view
(no matter what the world may do).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, May 15, 2003; 5:45 A.M.)

330
Interruption By Design?

In Your design for outer space
bodies align with ease and grace.
Yet You include Man in Your play 
of solitude so far away.
We watch with fun as moon moves near
to block the sun without our fear.
Is it all show, this lack of light,
this diamond glow, this daylight-night?
Could they be dates – a calendar
that orchestrates both near and far?
Will future see (perhaps remind)
another key to free the mind?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, May 16, 2003; 6:45 A.M.)

331
Anchors In Beauty Create Joy

What is most beautiful to you?
Is it a memory or view?
Is it a puppy dog, now friend,
or a sunset of God’s own blend?
Anchors in beauty create joy.
(The finest tool we can employ).
They are as much science as art.
They’re good for love and great for heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, May 19, 2003; 6:16 A.M.)

332
With Joyful Days

Who so loves change that joy can grow,
can think, not strange, that good can glow.
Not all are pawns. For those who dare,
personal dawns are not so rare.
As we mature from ugly ways,
heart is future with joyful days.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, May 21, 2003; 6:15 A.M.)

333
Fields Of Joy

They decorate. Flowers love sun.
They permeate the air with fun.
As time goes by my attitude
has filled my “Why?” with gratitude.
Sharing through heart is Man’s birthright.
Mind learns this art in search of light.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, May 23, 2003; 6:14 A.M.)

334
What I've Learned In The Sonoran Desert

Plant for extremes. Some love the heat.
Each bloom redeems a joy complete.
Yet they’re not lost or faint with fear
at thought of frost, they persevere.
Their sun-shaped leaves have learned to live
(as one achieves, who learns to give).
Through Natures way my desert seeds
have colored day and trimmed my needs.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, May 24, 2003; 6:45 A.M.)

335
It’s Joyful There

Will we forget beauty is art?
Let your palette and brush find heart.
It’s joyful there. Just mix that glow
with paint then share with all you know.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, May 25, 2003; 6:30 A.M.)

336
Gardeners Of The Heart

It’s time to grow. We’ll need a seed.
That one (you know) for those in need.
Where clarity of mind and heart
flows charity – Man’s greatest art.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, AZ.; Monday, May 26, 2003; 6:25 A.M. Memorial Day)

337
God’s Great Care

Beauty’s our way. We joy-respond,
with heart each day, we step beyond
the lowliness Man does create.
In ugliness Man learns to hate.
We all agree the price is small.
Bird songs are free. The sun warms all.
Let us embrace the gifts we share.
Each flower’s face shows God’s great care.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, May 27, 2003; 6:08 A.M.)

338
Much Like Rainbows

I’d like to raise a red balloon
in subtle praise of minds immune
to low intent, who think of ways
good thoughts are spent for better days.
They are heroes. Their love transforms
much like rainbows after our storms.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, May 28, 2003; 6:30 A.M.)

339
Heart Is Our Future

God beautify those conclusions
imprisoned by our reactions.
Change them to joy (their jailers too).
Let us employ Your point of view.
The world can use love’s energy
in it’s defuse of hate’s decree.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, May 30, 2003; 7:30 A.M. 
note: Solar eclipse today.)

340
Advice To Myself

Life has sorrows, but don’t dismay.
Good tomorrows are made today.
The beautiful is where to start.
(The powerful create with heart).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, May 31, 2003; 5:56 A.M.)

341
What Man Must Know

Dawn starts our day (to sun we turn).
The morning ray helps us discern.
There’s more to light than Man can see.
Warning of night, sunsets are free.
After our storm rainbows appear.
Color with form, learn without fear.

You God, conceal what Man must know,
yet prisms reveal the spectrum’s glow.
As “Me!” fades past, Nature will share,
but not too fast – “we” strive with care.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, June 2, 2003; 7:00 A.M.)

342
What We Really Want

Beauty of mind can be quite real,
with thoughts refined our feelings heal.
Beauty of heart can fill all space,
through God’s fine art let us embrace.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, June 3, 2003; 6:45 A.M.)

343
Combined With Calm

With hopeful zeal, combined with calm,
our joy-appeal does no one harm.
With love we roam. The heart knows good.
It is the home of brotherhood.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, June 4, 2003; 6:07 A.M.)

344
What Beauty Brings

We’ve all been caught, a time or two,
in ugly thought and points of view.
Let’s not forget, as we forgive
(the world-upset) our joy will live.
A heart that sings is pure success.
What beauty brings is happiness.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, June 5, 2003; 6:18 A.M.)

345
Earth To God – Do You Read?

Question:
Are we naive? We breathe to be,
yet don’t believe what we can’t see.
With heart’s dim glow (but minds superb)
we barely know what we disturb.

Answer:
Child of the sun, you play too rough
(exploding fun) with your star-stuff.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, June 7, 2003; 6:45 A.M.)

346
And Life’s A Gift

A hint of sun, the dawn birds sing,
and day’s begun with stretch of wing.
Time now to earn from blue-sky-stage,
where we still learn through joyful wage:
upset brings pain, both hard and swift,
that calm is sane, and life’s a gift.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, June 8, 2003; 6:29 A.M.)

347
Our Great Learning

The song of birds, their serenade
(in music words), will soon persuade.
Sun obscure night, and with soft flow
of morning light, let flowers glow.
Warm Man’s great heart, and feed his mind.
Let solar art wake all Mankind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, June 9, 2003; 7:00 A.M.)

348
It Led To Care

With age I find life is an art,
beauty in mind, joyful in heart.
As I reflect on all my days,
I see respect has subtle ways.
It led to care (concern with smile).
It made me dare, made life worthwhile.
Love is, for Man, the world discourse.
We caravan to feel its Source.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, June 10, 2003; 7:18 A.M.)

349
Our Response To Beauty Is Joy

Beauty perfumes with joy today.
Sorrow entombs causing decay.
The quality of Man’s response
is our best key (to our best wants).
This stepping stone, of heart and mind,
has long been known by Humankind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, June 11, 2003; 7:18 A.M.)

350
A Life That Glows

Whistles and bells won’t make the start.
Our aura tells what’s in our heart.
Vice suffocates through voice of night.
Virtue translates to colors bright.
Gratitude feels, (The more it grows),
that God reveals a life that glows.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, June 12, 2003; 7:40 A.M.)

351
Beauty Would Do

Imagine art on such a scale
the human heart could lift the veil,
and all partake (in color code)
dawns not opaque from God’s Abode.
What would it say that we could hear?
What special day would it bring near?
Lavender-pink, our thoughts would glow,
from there I think great love would flow.

I could be wrong. Perhaps we’ll see
another song to set us free.
Maybe God’s learned, that few apply
what they’ve discerned (that love’s too high?).
We could mature our gratitude,
if we could cure our “bratitude”.
Beauty would do. It can excite,
for me and you, a joyful light.
It can revive our “not-alone”,
where love can thrive as stepping stone.
Imagine art on such a scale
the human heart could lift it’s veil.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, June 14, 2003; 6:22 A.M.)

352
Good Plays It’s Part

The song bird sings a happy tune,
but spreads it’s wings this early June.
Our focus strays at times like these,
as mind obeys the worldly breeze.
We rarely hear the local good.
Too many fear their neighborhood.
Our ugly thought has made us feel
the world’s been caught in hate-appeal.
Vile-tongue, self stung, no hate can last.
It eats it’s young, and soon is past.
Now look with heart and you will find
good plays it’s part throughout Mankind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, June 15, 2003; 6:00 A.M.)

353
One Might Suspect We Speak Of Dreams

Simple is best in all our ways.
It meets the test of all our days.
It’s thoughts are pure – respect and care
(God’s signature is everywhere).
The uncomplex can purify.
They don’t perplex, deceive or lie.

Some think it odd, at fall or blow,
they thank their God, get up, and glow.
One might suspect we speak of dreams,
(some fairyland without Man’s schemes).
But no, my friend, we talk of heart,
with love no end, and joy as art.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, June 16, 2003; 7:00 A.M.)

354
Admit It Mind

Admit it mind you’re only part
of Man’s great find – you need the heart.
You’ve taught us well how cold life feels
under your spell “logic that heals”.
We don’t expect you to resign,
but stand erect don’t undermine.
You’ll come to know deceit is pain.
With beauty’s glow joy lives again.
Prudence will pay through charity.
(Kind thoughts display less vanity).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, June 19, 2003; 7:17 A.M.)

355
Beauty In Art

The sun will share for Man’s delight,
but who will dare explore that light?
The brush it’s not, nor type of paint,
no secret plot, or tortured saint.
Beauty in art uplifts Mankind.
It calls on heart not just on mind.
The joy it brings will far outweigh
sorrowful things that darken day.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, June 20, 2003; 6:50 A.M.)

356
What Dawn Will Do

When hearts will sing at sight of day
Man will be king in every way.
What dawn will do is change our mood,
from black and blue to gratitude.
You may expect a change in scope
(with great respect comes greater hope).
You’ll see displayed by all Mankind
a love pre-paid that frees the mind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, June 21, 2003; 6:30 A.M.)

357
When Hearts Have Won

Beauty is fun.
Let us reflect
on better days.
When hearts have won,
with such perfect,
that mind obeys.
Plan with the sun
Man architect –
dream weave it’s rays.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, June 24, 2003; 5:51 A.M.)

358
I Am Your Art

You are the mist. I am mountain.
Can I resist all you contain?
I am Your art. You are the fire.
I am the heart. Let us aspire.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, June 27, 2003; 6:00 A.M.)

359
Heart’s Learning Way

To end Man’s drought, we need to know,
beyond a doubt, our care must grow.
It’s then we start heart’s learning way,
and earn our part in love’s new play.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, June 28, 2003; 6:45 A.M.)

360
Gratitude’s Nest

Of all good things that we must know,
discernment brings the greatest glow.
Gratitude’s nest will nurture wealth.
Beauty is best. Joy is our health.
Honesty pays in friends of heart.
In trusted ways, we serve God’s art.
Prudence will teach that we can feel,
beyond our reach, that love is real.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, June 29, 2003; 7:27 A.M.)

361
The Future Will Smile

Beauty will share a better way
with all who dare through heart today.
What Man must do is plant a seed 
a loving view with joyful deed.
Future will smile with our new mood.
(Life’s made worthwhile with gratitude).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, June 30, 2003; 7:21 A.M.)

362
On The Way

The mountain snow, one just might think,
of those below, the grateful drink.
A joyful day lets heart preside,
but sorrow’s way is full of pride.
Our fear’s amiss, and greed’s insane.
(Health won’t dismiss the roots of pain).
Caution takes care. It learns to grow:
Knows when to dare and when to glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, July 2, 2003; 6:24 A.M.)

363
Let Mind Befriend The Human Heart

Our thoughts are seeds. To pass the test
of will and deeds beauty is best.
To work the light of common good
earns Man the right to brotherhood.
Let Mankind mend it’s troubled start.
Let mind befriend the human heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, July 4, 2003; 6:15 A.M.)

364
When Heart Gives Voice

From night to day we think and feel.
Through work and play we make life real.
Great joy it brings if we choose wise,
but ugly things are our demise.
Beauty’s the choice for Man’s reform.
When heart gives voice – cold becomes warm.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, July 5, 2003; 6:33 A.M.)

365
Our Future’s Glow

Time to achieve. Let us inspire
a better weave of thought attire.
Let’s color dead all foolish fear,
replacing dread with heart-sincere.
Let us transmute our avarice,
and grow astute through synthesis.
From this new slant good feelings flow.
With love we plant our future’s glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, July 7, 2003; 6:53 A.M.)

366
God the Artist

God the artist designs with heart.
God the chemist creates with art.
Man the artist designs with mind.
Man the chemist poisons Mankind.
But I have hope the two can blend
(respect and scope) to make amend.
We’ll have to dare, and want to know.
We’ll have to care then love can grow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, July 9, 2003; 8:25 A.M.)

367
The Rule of Heart

What once inspired, and seemed so right,
has made us tired and long for light.
What is at stake when Man reviews
the pain and ache from long held views?
Mostly our pride that we were wrong,
and set aside what made us strong.
Prudence employs, in special ways,
our loving joys to soothe our days.
This rule of heart trims our excess
into the art of happiness.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, July 31, 2003; 7:03 A.M.)

368
That Youth Won’t Frown

But will our past come streaming through?
Can we outlast when old meets new?
Will our “Me-first” we brought to birth
fulfill our thirst for peace on earth?
Is there a key – a peace profound,
that sets us free to break true ground?
What can we give that youth won’t frown?
(With joy we live, with sad we drown).
Who can explain the solemn news?
The source of pain is how we choose.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, August 2, 2003; 6:55 A.M.)

369
Love That Inspires

It’s no surprise. Love will restrain
the “worldly-wise” with far less pain.
Earth peace requires from you and me,
love that inspires (that sets hearts free).
This calming art earns dividends,
from those apart who make amends.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, August 3, 2003; 7:16 A.M.)

370
God Left Us Clues

I like to feel God left us clues,
to find what’s real, to un-confuse.
There is one key I hope to find. 
The greatest “We” is heart and mind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, August 11, 2003; 7:07 A.M.)

371
Love Needs To Lead

The human heart’s a battlefield.
A loving art will leave us healed.
Ideas will bleed. Desires will cry.
Love needs to lead. (Hate needs to die).
We must discern. Free-will’s a gift
(our way to learn from pain that’s swift).
God’s overhaul, for hearts and mind,
engages all from cruel to kind.
The human heart’s a battlefield.
A loving art will leave us healed.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, August 12, 2003; 6:49 A.M.)

372
On My Experience With The Warm Glow Of Love

Don’t mishandle and you will find –
heart’s a candle lit by the mind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, August 13, 2003; 6:44 A.M.)

373
Mind’s Here To Learn

To use, but not misuse;
to teach, but not overload;
to help, but not make dependent.
The list is long, but we’ll discern
that right from wrong, mind’s here to learn.

To understand, but not be arrogant;
to be prudent, but not uncaring;
to lead, but not enslave:

We see some night, then see some day.
Earth turns in light. Heart knows the way.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, August 14, 2003; 7:00 A.M.)

374
Complimentary

Red mixed with green makes a gray tone,
but launch a scene when on their own.
At Christmas time, with colors bright,
while at their prime they bring delight.

We’d have a start (so rare a find),
if red was heart and green was mind.
They’d vivify in every way,
in every sigh, the joyous play
that secret hope, that gray is wise,
that love can cope, that God’s the prize… .

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, August 15, 2003; 7:25 A.M.)

375

Is love an Art, like brush and paint?
How do we start to shape restraint?
When we compose, we pick our stuff.
We texture rose as smooth not rough.
We have some fun with points of view,
but sun’s yellow and not deep blue.
A curve works well for figure-eights,
yet does not dwell in squares or straights.
Real love discerns both cruel and kind.
By choice Man earns the heart through mind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, August 20, 2003; 7:30 A.M.)

376
We Can Learn

Your diamonds Lord, so earthly rough,
do seek accord, and yet rebuff.
Our hurricane seeks clarity.
(The heart that’s vain lacks charity).
Life’s lessons calm life’s painful storms.
They do less harm – learning transforms.

Experience, beyond belief,
makes inner sense Man’s stress relief.
When beauty’s first in each mind thing
(and un-coerced) then blooms Man’s Spring.
That time will come, with joyous seed,
Man won’t succumb to lowly deed.
Then hearts will beat a happy tune,
as we complete our Earth cocoon.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, September 1, 2003; 7:28 A.M.)

377
Pan-Me-ism

God everywhere, in everything,
let me prepare my heart to sing.
May I be kind, in all I do,
with heart and mind, from me to you.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, September 7, 2003; 7:06 A.M.)

378
My Metamorphosis

At first I grew from what I knew,
But now I grow that I may know.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, September 11, 2003; 7:23 A.M.)

379
Future-Heart

Treasures unfold as we mature.
Once oil and gold was our great cure.
Oh we still cling (and sometimes share)
but atom is king – and we must care.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, September 14, 2003; 8:02 A.M.)

380
Journey To The Heart

Your best advice – be quite precise,
through beauty’s test make joy your quest.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, September 15, 2003; 6:45 A.M.)

381
When “We” Was “Mine”

To do our best (And not delude)
the heart must test our attitude.
As love outlives the self (made shrine),
then love forgives when “We” was “Mine”.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, September 16, 2003; 7:00 A.M.)

382
My Smile

(To the Festival-of-the-Spirit of Humanity)

I am your friend. Let us support
(and soon extend) the heart’s passport.
Let us reserve a place to share,
where we preserve the seed of care.
Let us aspire to take love’s flow
as kindling fire for spirit’s glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, September 17, 2003; 7:57 A.M.)

383
Point Of Impact

Nature responds to kids like us.
Pebbles and ponds – let hearts discuss.
Points of impact don’t seem to last,
yet ripples enact thoughts from the past.
Now space and light compete to teach.
The young ignite rockets for reach.
Soon they admit some stars we see
(no longer lit) have ceased to be.
Ripples there are for kids like us
both near and far – let hearts discuss.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, September 20, 2003; 6:45 A.M.)

384
Moon-Talk (1)

Bark, leaves and breeze – I wondered why
(while climbing trees) God gave us sky.
Great hunter’s prize – it stopped all play,
my first moonrise, at end of day.
What makes it full? Where does it hide?
How does it pull that ocean tide?
Orange, blue, white, reflect, refract,
our star’s bright light. Lovers re-act.
Cycle in life, cycle for seed,
cycle in strife with crazy deed.
Then it was real and not cartoon,
with space appeal we walked the moon.
Call it eclipse (Earth shadow tag)
orbit ellipse – moon life’s a wag!

 J

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, September 21, 2003; 5:00 P.M.)

385
Good Things Whisper, Bad Things Shout!

Our gratitude is our best way.
It’s never rude and won’t betray.
If we discern we’ll always find
some small “good-turn” from heart so kind.
Among the weeds hidden from view,
there lies some deeds immense and true,
of sacrifice and charity,
of good advice for you and me.
Yet deeper still (the greatest cure)
that spark of will profound and pure.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, September 22, 2003; 7:00 A.M.)

386
Why The Heart Beats 

(in my opinion)

Not for self gain does the heart beat,
not for domain, not for deceit.
That first pulse lives in all Mankind,
that bond forgives the wayward mind.
This cornerstone, says love can build,
through flesh and bone, the great heart-guild…

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, September 23, 2003; 7:52 A.M.)

387
Life’s Greatest Beauty 

(in my opinion)

Our source of heat (our star, the sun)
is God’s great feat second to none.
Sure some will say that Man’s the best,
with DNA and all the rest.
But I don’t know what all can live
without that glow that sol does give.

Earth’s frozen tear (ice ball in space)
no love, no fear – no human race.
As we reflect, we might include,
with true respect, our gratitude
for light, for food, for rain and tree,
for joyful mood (for you and me).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, September 24, 2003; 6:09 A.M.)

388
Dawn By Choice

Now young in mind and old in heart
could make us kind and very smart.
Quick to discern the loving-wise,
Mankind would earn a new sunrise.

But that’s in dreams (a could-be-true)
when, done with schemes, we change our view.
Yet with the seed we plant this year
(among our greed and pride and fear)
beauty will show, in many ways,
a hopeful glow for better days.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, September 26, 2003; 6:02 A.M.)

389
Life-Talk

Joy transfusions leave us cheerful.
Sad conclusions feed the fearful.
Oh I suppose some will fancy
and thus propose life more chancy.
They will say, guts and glory
(with no re-pay is our story).

Some do pleasure, in any form,
as life’s treasure and not it’s storm.
So many “calls”, that would unite,
put up more walls  and dim the light.
Some think life flows, “just don’t get caught”.
(But future grows with every thought).
A few will dare to shed their rage,
and act with care, on life’s great stage.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, September 27, 2003; 6:30 A.M.)

390
Our Future Space-(Pur)Suit Of Happiness

In my notion of future life,
of Man’s portion I still see strife –
space culture clash (conflict of need),
and money crash (the same old greed).
But these will pale, as we employ,
on no small scale, our quest for Joy.

Sadness will fight (our secret cross)
to dim our light through sense of loss.
Make up your mind you will discern
what all Mankind now strives to learn.
With no disgrace, the place to start 
is not in space, but in the heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, September 28, 2003; 8:00 A.M.)

391
Real-Talk (1)

Man’s confusion is how to deal
with illusion that seems quite real.
It is a fact. We write our play,
as we react, from day to day.
We write pleasure and we write pain.
As we measure so we complain.
May we discern (not misconstrue)
the way to learn in all we do.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, September 29, 2003; 7:07 A.M.)

392
The Source of Balance

Fears a-flurry ulcers return.
Those that worry have much to learn.
Now confidence thinks positive
is common sense – the way to live.
I think love knows life’s ins and outs,
and as love flows we loose our doubts.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, September 30, 2003; 7:09 A.M.)

393
My South West Space-Shot

If “Thoughts are things.” As mystics say,
then ours have wings to fly away.
Heart-thoughts are free to climb and soar.
With harmony, let us explore.
Healing they are (within God’s laws)
both near and far we fix our flaws.
Love warms the wise, who so inquire,
to their sunrise, and then aspire.
But if asked why I made my choice
to beautify, I think – rejoice!

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, October 1, 2003; 7:00 A.M.)

394
Remembering The Future

History shares, all those mature
in human cares, love the future.
They have been taught (and we will find)
quality thought helps all Mankind.
Deception dims the brightest light.
It fathers whims that feed Man’s night.

Ingratitude (such disrespect)
maintains the crude with disconnect.
We have been shown beautiful hearts
must cornerstone tomorrow’s parts.
Let joy foretell the battle won,
remember well what must be done.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, October 2, 2003; 7:25 A.M.)

395
What Love Surveys

Not with regret we serve Mankind.
Let’s not forget the maze of mind.
No pride nor fear, in all their ways,
ever made clear what love surveys.
God guide us all, in whole or part,
in sun or squall, in mind and heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, October 3, 2003; 7:06 A.M.)

396
That We May Grow.

Why beautify? What drives this art?
Does it defy? Is it from heart?
Beauty, not shrouds must guide our day
(not mushroom clouds from Man’s decay).
Between our “needs”, we daily sow
beautiful deeds that we may grow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, October 5, 2003; 6:35 A.M.)

397
Choices Are Things

This “modern age” brings lots of toys,
to vent our rage and not our joys.
Some think, “No-way we’ll pass this test,
with drugs in-play we’ve lost the quest.”
We may regret what our thought brings,
if we forget choices are things.
Work together and not apart.
(Make calm weather within your heart).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, October 6, 2003; 7:46 A.M.)

398
Heart Thoughts

God’s wisdom glows in caring mind,
with heart it flows to all Mankind.
God’s strength secures the world in place,
while love matures the human race.
God’s beauty feeds all those who dare, 
through loving deeds, to serve and share.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, October 7, 2003; 7:14 A.M.)

399
My Wonder-Why

As I mature in my heart-bloom,
all of Nature is my classroom.
My wonder-why just needs to know
how the firefly turns on that glow.
Why God chose stars, to light our way,
to moon and Mars, can fill my day.

Which stellar breeze, when passing through,
our backyard trees, will whisper true?
Why pains and aches? What Man intends?
Which feeling makes the best of friends?
But most I think, within my heart,
to make that link with love’s great art.
You know the kind. Such depth and scope,
where loving mind fills all with hope.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, October 8, 2003; 6:42 A.M.)

400
Begin With Heart

Begin with heart, and make it fun
(a simple start serves everyone).
Let it unwind from earth to sky.
Include Mankind, then beautify.
Forgive the crude in all we do
(such attitude is nothing new).

Ever mindful of earth’s great star,
now be grateful to get this far.
Humility adds something new,
a quality possessed by few.
Love is our cure. Such wisdom glows
as we endure the crop Man grows.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, October 9, 2003; 7:20 A.M.)

401
Message To Myself (October 10, 2003)

Now genuine is quite a goal.
One must begin a search of Soul.
You’ll need a tool proven worthwhile,
make it your rule to learn to smile.
Don’t make things hard, but here’s a clue,
first post a guard in all you do.
Not paranoid to be prudent
(one must avoid a noisy tent).
Now your duty: focus on heart,
think with beauty, make God your art.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, October 10, 2003; 6:01 A.M.)

402
Don’t Want Them Dead 

(not any more)

When I reflect on God’s great deed,
I gain respect for every seed.
I find it fun to think of trees
aglow with sun (Earth’s green trustees).
I make my leap from tree to plant
with thoughts so deep I watch an ant.
Born to it’s task to work all day.
Is that, I ask, their way to pray?

The good in heart know how to live.
Their thoughts will start with how to give.
Not all Mankind has reached this stage
and there we find Man’s hate and rage.
Their noise makes bold to give alarm
with scoff and scold they do much harm.
They turn their skill to greed and fame.
Reasons that kill distort and maim.

These crawling thieves with insect mood
will eat the leaves we need for food.
When I ask why, the thought I get
is, “Butterfly tend to forget”.
Maybe the moon’s reflected light
in our cocoons gave rise to flight,
and with our wings joyful and new,
to see all things as “growing-through”.

Don’t want them dead (not any more).
But what instead? We can’t ignore.
Humility is good advice
with gratitude and sacrifice.
Is it enough for them to heal,
to smooth the rough, to make love real?
Will they reflect on God’s great deed,
and gain respect for every seed?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, October 12, 2003; 8.00 A.M.)

403
Star-Warmed By Light

Hearts are beating, star-warmed by light.
Minds are thinking with appetite.
The song of birds delights our ear.
Our song in words might match that cheer.
If thoughts are kind, it could be done
(for God don’t mind a little fun).
In its expanse, Man’s tune would glow,
as heartbeats dance, in spirit’s flow.
Man learns to choose, then reinforce
(with sad you lose). Now set your course.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, October 13, 2003; 7:29 A.M.)

404
With Mind And Heart

Beauty my friend is God’s great tool
that Man ascend in God’s great school.
Sure, we complain. It’s hard no doubt.
Who can explain what life’s about?
May we all learn, with mind and heart
(and thus discern) living’s an art.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, October 14, 2003; 7:21 A.M.)

405
Error-Free? 

(not-me)

We’ve all done wrong to some degree,
from tad-headstrong to raging sea.
Yet choice means change. Begin anew.
Just rearrange your point of view.
The place to start (where beauty sings)
is in the heart, where thoughts have wings.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, October 15, 2003; 7:39 A.M.)

406

Mind flowers dance in artful ways.
Their shapes enhance our joyful days.
Their fragrance fills our hopeful plan.
(Beautiful skills bring God to Man).
Heart flowers know a warmer-bright.
Such colors glow as love’s night-light.
We sense the care, that gave to each,
the means to share and how to reach.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, October 30, 2003; 6:19 A.M.)

407
Make Up Your Mind To Beautify

We know somehow (through inner sense)
good-hearts endow their excellence.
The good we say, feel, think and do,
brightens each day for me and you.
Be wise and kind in your reply.
Make up your mind to beautify.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, October 31, 2003; 7:05 A.M.)

408
Vacation-Talk

A healthy fun can cure the mind.
Like leaf and sun, it feeds Mankind.
Paint it Spring green. You won’t go wrong.
Birds in the scene will bring their song.
Light blue makes room. Water needs sky.
Flowers in bloom say when not why.
Ponder how far our love can flow.
The farthest star will share its glow.
God saved a place within each heart,
where we embrace beauty as art.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, November1, 2003; 7:00 A.M.)

409
Two Methods – Same Results

Calm your sea (clean up your mess).
Beauty’s your key to happiness.
Be a fighter. Use your spark.
Joy is brighter than sorrow’s dark.
It’s no insult of any kind,
their same result will help Mankind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, November 2, 2003; 7:10 A.M.)

410
How To Survive Your Stay On Earth

We’re free to choose, but bound to choice.
Cold hearts will lose, warm hearts rejoice.
We know too well our cruder deeds,
but dreams still tell of finer seeds.
Flowers confer a sense of hope
(a joy-transfer with star-filled scope).
Beauty’s alive in our todays,
that Man may thrive in subtle ways.
Start now, my friend, with gratitude,
and you’ll transcend each darkened mood.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, November 4, 2003; 7:15 A.M.)

411 
Home Talk

There is a place, under God’s dome,
where we embrace what we call home.
Our universe provides a star
to warm and nurse us from afar.
Earth clothes and feeds – to then endure
our wildest deeds as we mature.
May we so change to cure all doubts
(a re-arrange to calm Man’s shouts).
Perhaps our art will show what’s real.
Home is the heart. That’s how we feel.

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, November 6, 2003; 7:56 A.M.)

412
When Our Sun Sets with A Smile

The beauty-break will be our cure
as we awake from thoughts impure.
Music and art will harmonize
the human heart for our sunrise.
As freedom lives, science will find,
charity gives a strength of mind.
Authors will write in selfless ways
stories with light to mend our days.
They won’t be fast or painless gains,
but they’ll outlast Man’s hurricanes.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, November 8, 2003; 6:55 A.M.)

413
The Joy Of Life (3)

When I think young, grasshopper days
(in whisper tongue) taught Nature’s ways.
Now Summer times, (girls, sports and ants)
play out in rhymes, their joyful chants.
When I think old, it starts with heart
(with love not gold) where life’s an art.
Live wise and strong, with pulse-appeal
(that special song) we all can feel.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, November 9, 2003; 7:44 A.M.)

414 
Unlimited, But Not Unethical

Is it enough to say for sure,
we are star-stuff – their signature?
Is Earth pre-school, where we are taught,
to keep our “cool” with every thought?
I like to feel, at work and play,
heart-thoughts are real, and pave our way.
Will rough or smooth then manifest?
(To harm or soothe is our great test.)

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, November 10, 2003; 6:56 A.M.)

0415
My Me-Battle

As I discern my dark from light,
I start to learn that I must fight.
Real history is rarely taught.
It’s great glory is honest thought.
The enemy is not far off.
It’s dark decree – a cruel scoff.
That I invest in all that’s dear,
I start my quest to be sincere.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, November 11, 2003; 8:00 A.M.)

416 
How This Poem-Maker Feels

As Man behaves, we learn this art.
As crests need waves, poems need heart.
There is a sense of deep connect,
beyond all fence of self-protect.
We watch it grow, then manifest,
in thoughts that flow to feed our quest.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, November 12, 2003; 7:44 A.M.)

417 
Sky-Talk

Pink evening skies for all to view,
God beautifies and we renew.
Such color code can heal Mankind
from heavy load imposed by mind.
We may be smart, but few discern,
a joyful heart is how to learn.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, November 13, 2003; 7:27 A.M.)

418 
Life Is A Ride

Heartbeats echo throughout my life.
In peace they flow, and times of strife.
Seconds slow-pace highlight their speed.
With time they race that we succeed.
Life is a ride back to the Source,
grateful, astride a borrowed horse.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, November 14, 2003; 6:14 A.M.)

419
Counting Cosmic Calories

Now losing weight is not so hard.
First abdicate and then discard.
That attitude you must defeat
weighs more than food and says, “Let’s eat!”
Moods may weigh tons (habits for sure).
Our fat re-runs claim they’re our cure.

The ad-world gains in scale of wealth.
It lures and trains, then plays with health.
In all pursuit there is no pill
to substitute for our free-will.
Make your plate full through God’s great art –
be beautiful in thought and heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, November 16, 2003; 6:20 A.M.)

420 
Feel The bark, Touch The Leaf

Your great thrillers on hows and whys
caterpillars make butterflies,
and geese migrate like elephants,
don’t captivate our disenchants.
They disconnect. The angry one
has no respect for Your homespun.

Yet You have seen all this before,
now primed to wean, ready to soar.
The ugliness of all dark quests
leads to distress and painful tests.
Nature’s our rope. By grand design
beauty’s our hope. Joy is our wine.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, November 17, 2003; 7:20 A.M.)

421 
“Tude” Talk

What kind of rude sets you apart?
Ingratitude offends my heart.
I speak of mine and speak direct.
It is a sign of disrespect.
However slight that it may show,
it blocks my light – no love can flow.
We all must deal with thanklessness
so life may heal those in distress.
But worst of all is when I see
that flaw not-small inside of me.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, November 18, 2003; 8:37 A.M.)

422
Those Who Uplift

Beauty makes sane. Hearts know that song.
Sadness makes pain. Joy makes us strong.
It’s hard to say what stays in mind
from day to day that helps Mankind.
Concepts can cure as well as kill.
They keep life pure, or make us ill.
Life is a gift and a duel.
Those who uplift fight the cruel.
Beauty makes sane. Hearts know that song.
Sadness makes pain. Joy makes us strong.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, November 19, 2003; 6:40 A.M.)

423
Let’s Talk About Desire

We complicate in selfish ways,
then learn to hate what life repays.
I don’t expect the world to change
without respect and “heart” exchange.
Lord help us learn Your way to win,
where we discern God’s love within.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, November 20, 2003; 7:18 A.M.)

424 
No Child Left Behind

Like the rainbow after the rain,
with subtle glow and joy humane,
meaning resides between the lines,
where God presides and heart refines.
Let’s teach the young our better days,
and leave unsung our worldly ways.
Don’t take me wrong. The truth must live.
Minds must be strong (not negative).
With Beauty-Now we all discern
what to endow so all can learn,
like the rainbow after the rain,
with subtle glow and joy humane.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, November 21, 2003; 6:50 A.M.)

425 
Feed The Hungry

Feeding gold fish is always fun,
a simple wish under the sun.
Feeding the birds can satisfy,
their songs, if heard, can beautify.
Feeding Man’s mind can make one’s day,
helping to find the simpler way.
Feeding Man’s heart is pure delight,
working an art so filed with light.
Feeding Man’s Soul gives us the key,
when our great goal is harmony.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, November 22, 2003; 6:30 A.M.)

426 
Megone 

(Nomoreme)

Our Highest Heart serves all the rest. 
We work love’s art to do our best.
Our greatest star (we call it sun),
warms from afar with food and fun.
Our purest thought (our symphony),
we have been taught, is “we” not “me”.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, November 23, 2003; 7:15 A.M.)

427
Detox The Ox

Pink-morning skies, sun-yellow days,
God beautifies our ugly ways.
Painting with light, sunsets aglow,
feeling things right, I watch the show.
I pick a star, with sleepy yawn.
Mind flies afar, heart waits for dawn.
Pink-morning skies, sun-yellow days,
God beautifies our ugly ways.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, November 24, 2003; 7:18 A.M.)

428 
Joy Is The Art Of No Regret.

May you decide it is your way
to guide, not ride, life’s wave today.
A focus brings a great yard sale
of all the things you must curtail.
Make a heart-start, and don’t forget
joy is the art of no regret.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, November 25, 2003; 6:55 A.M.)

429
The “Sin” Of Sadness

The great secret is to begin.
Forget regret. Go for the grin.
Beauty is food, that we may know
(beyond sad mood) our hearts can glow.
So expedite, in every way,
the world delight with joy today!

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, November 27, 2003; 7:13 A.M.)

430 
Mothers

That Man discern is Nature’s way.
At first we learn, then we obey.
True motherhood you’re sure to find,
displays the Good that’s in Mankind.
To be precise, you’ll see the care
through sacrifice – a love not rare.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, November 28, 2003; 6:50 A.M.)

431
For Joyous Deeds

Each candle needs a joyous fire,
for joyous deeds that will inspire.
It’s feeling warms the heart and mind
and then transforms to love Mankind.
It’s lighthouse beams, each calm clear day,
prepare our dreams to show the way.
It vivifies this ship of life
then fortifies against our strife.
Each candle needs a joyous fire,
for joyous deeds that will inspire.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, November 29, 2003; 6:45 A.M.)

432 
Heart Art

Our best mind-seeds give line and shape,
through loving deeds, to Man’s heartscape.
When joy prevails, the texture feel
of fine details will serve to heal.
Colors transpose and then redeem,
as we compose our purest dream.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, November 30, 2003; 7:47 A.M.)

433
Magic

With hands so fast things disappear,
then for contrast they reappear.
It’s quite a show. Yet God does that,
as we all know (without a hat?).
Eclipse of sun by moon so small,
now there’s great fun for one and all.

Man has an act. Through use of will,
we create fact (then pay the bill).
Search out your key, and write your play,
but nothing’s free on any day.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, December 01, 2003; 7:07 A.M.)

434
It Lightens Hearts

Our best delight (our highest joy),
will still excite like child with toy.
A thought away that is how far
from heart felt play is our fun-star.
The trick of life is to allow,
in daily strife, a laugh somehow.

A chuckle starts a change of mood.
It lightens hearts and attitude.
Our happiness, you will agree,
reduces stress through harmony.
We get more done, and more worthwhile,
as we have fun and learn to smile.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, December 02, 2003; 6:55 A.M.)

435 
For Those To Come

A time capsule, when done just right,
can be a tool of great delight.
A warm sunrise would be quite nice
(a fine surprise without a price):
a reverence for all Nature
(to let them sense some were mature);
a gratitude for those long past,
whose attitude helped love to last.
May I relay their joyous smile
and heart convey – “Make life worthwhile.”

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, December 03, 2003; 6:50 A.M.)

436 

The Tip Of The Antenna

The smallest part of brother ant
brings smile to heart – it does enchant.
Now this tidbit has pieces too
and will permit a closer view.
Our most astute have focused well.
(The most minute casts quite a spell.)
They seem to find things inside things,
which bring Mankind atomic wings.

Now scopes display “nuclear ghosts”,
which are today our “innermosts”.
Will they unseal their tiniest,
and thus reveal Man’s next great test?
Don’t think it odd that Man must dare,
to search for God in “space” so rare.
We strive to know the grander scheme.
What makes love glow – (what makes us dream?)

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, December 04, 2003; 7:42 A.M.)

437
Good Words

They circumscribe the world for us,
as we describe and then discuss.
Some use them well with thoughts that dare
to beak the spell that we don’t care.
The best uplift and then appeal.
Love is the gift that let’s us heal.
Like sun they light a darkened way.
Let our delight make our today.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, December 06, 2003; 6:45 A.M.)

438 
Helping The Future

Tomorrow’s seeds we sow today.
Our thoughts are deeds for future’s play.
Tomorrow’s tears bring loss of scope.
They cloud our years, then kill our hope.
Tomorrow’s care is healthy-wise.
Let hearts prepare to civilize.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, December 15, 2003; 8:00 A.M.)

439
The Greatest Food The Heart Can Find

Now gratitude is health of mind,
the greatest food the heart can find.
Our hearts rejoice, and spirits glow.
Quality choice helps love to grow.
We must transmute our lust to rule
and dreams of loot. (Their pain’s our school).
As we discern, there’s much to lose,
and much to learn by how we choose.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, December 16, 2003; 7:30 A.M.)

440
Joy To The World

We won’t outgrow our mistletoe,
or stow away on Santa’s sleigh.
The world will know, by candle glow,
what we convey, this holiday.
“All systems go!” Bravo! Bravo!

Let us obey our hearts today.
Let’s overthrow our thoughts so-low.
Let all who pray, in their own way,
ask God to show, how love may flow,
throughout our day, in work and play.

May we bestow our best rainbow.
May we portray without delay,
an overflow of warm hello,
as resume of joy’s display.
(They ever-grow, these seeds we sow.)

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, December 17, 2003; 7:26 A.M.)

441
This Too I Know

Flowers can heal with color schemes.
Fragrance is real. Avoid extremes.
Human weather does educate.
(Live together, or die in hate.)
This too, I know: that calm is smart;
that love can flow; that mind needs heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, December 18, 2003; 7:15 A.M.)

442
A Toast For A Happy New year

Let joy prevail to fill all space.
Let love unveil the human race.
Let it here end – all bitterness
that may offend or cause distress.
Let’s persevere an attitude
that greets the year with gratitude.
Let it here start, in a sound mind
and a warm heart that loves Mankind.
Let joy prevail to fill all space.
Let love unveil the human race.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, December 19, 2003; 6:55 A.M.)

443
My New Year’s Resolution

With peace of mind, and no deceit,
I will be kind to all I meet.
Oh yes, (I know), “Some just won’t care
what seed I sow or oath I swear.
They’re mean clear through, and not the same
as me and you. We’re right to blame.”

Yet, let me say – not their heartache
drives me this way, but my mistake.
It took a while to think with heart,
to love and smile. (This is my start).
With peace of mind, and no deceit,
I will be kind to all I meet.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, December 20, 2003; 7:00 A.M.)

444 
Beauty’s Our Nurse

Beauty’s our nurse. Our thoughts design
our universe with vital sign.
Pink morning day, heartbeat and breath,
the joyful slay the fear of death.
Through gratitude, we pass our test
of solitude. (Simple is best).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, December 22, 2003; 6:43 A.M.)

445
Where We Excel

There is a place, this side of mood,
where we embrace our gratitude,
where we forgive and change our ways,
where we outlive our crudest days,
where we excel in all that’s wise,
where we foretell that heart’s our prize.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, December 23, 2003; 7:15 A.M.)

446 
Heart Of Happiness

It’s time to know the Law of Heart.
Together we glow. We die apart.
Check out the past. In large and small,
the bad don’t last. They make their fall.
Let’s dare to care. Beautify choice.
Uplift and share. Let us rejoice.
Let us inspire with each thought-seed.
Let love transpire in every deed.
It’s time to know the Law of Heart.
Together we glow. We die apart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, December 24, 2003; 7:37 A.M.)

447
Striving For Simplicity

My focus now, through every nerve,
is learning how to better serve.
The unrefined would laugh of course.
They’re uninclined to seek the Source.
Man knows that play, with acts so vain,
they dim the day, and lead to pain.

Man has been taught a friendly smile
and loving thought makes life worthwhile.
To make that leap, I’d add some heat,
a bed to sleep, and food to eat.
And yes, there’s more to happiness.
A mind must soar with no excess.
The way to start, beyond a doubt,
is in the heart and not without.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, December 27, 2003; 7:00 A.M.)

448 
Advice

World:
Go out and play. Life should be fun.
Go make your day around the sun.

Mind:
The future builds upon the past.
(Those treasured guilds create to last).

Conscience:
That feelings hurt and people bleed,
is my alert to plant new seed.

Heart:
To educate with joyful mind,
beauty’s the gate that Man must find.

Choice:
The hopes and wants and quality
of my response are up to me.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, December 29, 2003; 7:30 A.M.)

449 
It's Future Now 

(from long ago)

A change of style is what we need.
Warm hearts that smile help us succeed.
In all our art, let beauty show,
we start with heart, that love may flow.
A worthy goal for all Mankind
is letting Soul instruct the mind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, December 30, 2003; 6:30 A.M.)

450 
December 31st

Earth speaks:
“Unruly lot, and yet love-born.
Many’s the plot their tears will morn.”

Sun replies:
“Love is their key. They’re not “that” bad,
but I agree, they’ll drive us mad.”

Earth:
“Hey! A new toy might do the trick.
One that brings joy not rhetoric.”

Sun:
“Non-explosive. Something useful,
that lets life live. Yes, beautiful!”

Earth:
“That’s a tough one. They bore so fast.
They don’t find fun in things that last.”

Sun:
“How about this! – A special day,
a special kiss. What do you say?”

Earth:
“That sounds just right. Let’s add some cheer,
then celebrate a great New Year!”

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, December 31, 2003; 9:03 A.M.)

451 
Happiness Is Earned

First thing to learn, while getting old,
the wise discern kindness as gold.
The next is how, to Man’s progress,
the kind endow their heart-access.
The last, my friend, is don’t delay,
from start to end be kind today.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, January 1, 2004; 7:09 A.M.)

452 
My New Year’s Solution

Happy New Year! Don’t think it strange
that we still cheer. Perhaps we’ll change.
Hope celebrates a happiness
that elevates to sweet success.
Which scientist will win the prize
as pragmatist of all that’s wise?

What kind of art will dominate?
Will it have heart, or will it hate?
What will Man seed? What kind of rage
will future read on our front page?
My solution, for all Mankind? 
(Intermission, to calm the mind).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, January 5, 2004; 5:30 A.M.)

453
A Joyful New Year!

May we insist, with kindly cheer,
that joy persist this coming year.
May we show care, with loving tones,
as we declare Man’s no-hate-zones.
May we exude, with each heartbeat,
our gratitude to all we meet.
May our songs say, we understood,
then built our day with Common Good.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, January 5, 2004; 6:48 A.M.)

454 
Joy Is Our Art

Now, if I may speak from my heart,
beauty’s our way and joy is our art.
These are the seeds that we must grow
to fill our deeds with love’s warm glow.
The good uplift. Now show us why
you have the gift to beautify.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, January 6, 2004; 7:14 A.M.)

455 
Wecreators

At dawn each day birds serenade the sun.
Their songs all say, “Awake, your play’s begun.”
Our past thought-seeds, which permeate our dreams,
create the deeds we write into our schemes.
At sunset time, when colors soon console,
feelings sublime give Man a glimpse of Soul.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, January 7, 2004; 7:14 A.M.)

456
Children

(Spirit they are.)

Let them have fun – great Souls in small bodies,
Warmed by the sun. From play they gather keys.
We did the same, and dreamed our heart’s desires.
Some picture fame, creating huge empires.
Some live their hate, and tare their lives apart.
Some celebrate, and give the world their heart.
Some conquer bugs, and rid the sick of pain.
Some cure with hugs (Mom’s help us be humane).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, January 8, 2004; 9:00 A.M.)

457 
Reincarnation

Death melts away calmly, for those who know.
There’s less delay, less fears to dim our glow.
The myth of death dies slow as bodies fade,
from breath to breath, in earthly masquerade.

But we don’t die. New roles await us all,
to clarify (and pay) for thinking small.
Man creates moods, and God provides the stage.
Some attitudes persist from age to age.
For these we fight, and this makes drama tense.
Love knows what’s right, (but self-love takes offense).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, January 9, 2004; 6:45 A.M.)

458 
Mother’s Day

Our hearts agree. No matter what I do,
someone loves me. Somehow I know that’s true.
Angel or brat, our moms are always there.
Moms are like that, from deep inside they care.
Beyond all cost, their sense of sacrifice
is never lost. Moms really are quite nice.
They live and learn, and yes, moms have their play,
but their sojourn deserves a special day.
The world will pause, and I like all the rest,
give my applause. I wish all moms the best!

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, January 10, 2004; 6:32 A.M.)

459
Remember (1)

When life seems dark, it’s Earth and Man that turn.
God’s cosmic spark awaits our safe return.
While we’re away, the moon reflects our sun,
as if to say, remember, we are one.
Keep this in mind. The sun still shines at night.
With this you’ll find you’re never far from light.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, January 11, 2004; 7:15 A.M.)

460
The Dilemma

Side A:
If I may say one word to help Mankind,
in every way, to soothe the heart and mind,
where heads would nod, while spirits dance and smile,
that word is God, and God makes life worthwhile.

Side B:
Now some would say, “All that talk is a bore.
We don’t behave. We sin more than before.
You know it’s true, our hates and fears still live.
They stick like glue. We don’t want to forgive.”

One Possible Solution:

Be strong, 
like the Plum tree in Winter,
but in your heart,
cultivate the delicate beauty
of Plum blossoms.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, January 12, 2004; 7:04 A.M.)

461 
Something To Build On

Those who create know beauty leads to joy,
and those who hate know only to destroy.
Beauty will plan. It’s patience uses light
with space for Man, that elevates our sight.
When I “break ground”, for some it may seem odd
(for some profound) – my cornerstone is God.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, January 13, 2004; 6:55 A.M.)

462 
Beyond My Day

I speak to you, who reads beyond my day.
Take here a clue to help you on your way.
Love not the crude. (Things are not what they seem).
Your gratitude will purify your dream.
The quality of your response to life
will guarantee your happiness or strife.

Let common sense make Common Good your art.
Benevolence is best served from the heart.
Extremes make pain. Beauty keeps the balance.
Joy keeps you sane, (and bright in God’s expanse).
I speak to you, who reads beyond my day.
Take here a clue to help you on your way.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, January 14, 2004; 6:32 A.M.)

463 
Cultivate Spring

Flowers are friends, they vitalize our day.
Their dividends make troubles go away.
They beautify, their color fills a need.
They multiply, in joyful gifts of seed.

In breeze they dance as part of Nature’s art.
Their fragrance strives to heal each passing heart.
Cultivate Spring among your weeds of stress.
Make each day sing your song of happiness.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, January 15, 2004; 7:10 A.M.)

464 
Heroes

It’s not so hard to understand their way.
They disregard the stuff, which makes our day.
They battle fear. Their courage is their art.
We stand and cheer. Heroes are made for heart.
They sacrifice. Their love can calm and heal.
They pay the price that we may think and feel.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, January 16, 2004; 5:54 A.M.)

465 
It’s A Star!

It’s big and bright. Without it we would die.
We use its light to live and then ask why.
It burns our gaze. We cannot look too long.
Dawn birds give praise. They serenade with song.

It warms our day and permeates our food.
Its strength of ray affects our every mood.
We reach in thought, but little do we know
(and less we’ve taught) about our friend’s warm glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, January 17, 2004; 6:45 A.M.)

466
Be Like The Sun

The goal is care, that herb which heals Mankind
(a love affair where heart expands the mind),
where we transcend our level of respect,
as we befriend the warmth of intellect.
Let there be fun where there was senseless pain.
Be like the sun (and quick to not complain).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, January 19, 2004; 7:24 A.M.)

467
A True Story

A small heart cell contacts a bigger one.
(A tale to tell that cannot be outdone).
Small stopped its beat, then started big’s great dance,
as all who meet the Higher take a chance.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, January 18, 2004; 8:37 A.M.)

468 
Karma, The Great Teacher Of Charity

Like a carpet our future still unrolls.
We pay our debt and choose our many roles.
Our loves and dreads (Man’s thoughts upon the weave)
make subtle threads from which we all achieve.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, January 21, 2004; 6:30 A.M.)

469 
God By Degrees

Flowering trees, sunsets, mountains and streams,
God by degrees has filled our minds and dreams.
But for the heart, God gave a glimpse of Soul,
that love may start, and we make light our goal.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, January 22, 2004; 6:51 A.M.)

470 
A Permit To Beautify

Why are we here? There must be a reason.
For love we cheer, but love’s not in season.
Our search will find a permit is required,
issued by mind only to those inspired.

Its nothing new, for ages we’ve been taught
to change our view with quality of thought.
Now beauty knows the shortcut to this art,
(a path that glows from contact with the heart).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, January 23, 2004; 6:45 A.M.)

471 
Nature’s Joyful Dance

Our inner fire makes art that’s truly great.
(I do admire the beauty we create).
But it falls short of nature’s joyful dance,
where we transport our feelings in a glance.
The rainbow’s glow, the misty waterfall,
and sunset’s show God’s secret to us all.

The morning breeze carries the sleepy yawn,
yet with great ease birds serenade the dawn.
Man learns to sing the song of gratitude,
when hearts take wing, and fly beyond the crude.
Its then we feel the value of today.
Good thoughts can heal, and smiles cure yesterday.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, January 25, 2004; 6:30 A.M.)

472
Growth Talk

Love made its oath upon God’s beating heart.
This work of growth became Man’s finest art.
Experience is a private sculpture
a consequence, where responses mature.
We watch the play, where thought becomes the deed,
and chip away the selfishness of greed.

Perhaps we’re proud, we joyfully accrue
(beyond the crowd) knowledge we sense as true.
Love made its oath upon God’s beating heart.
Our work of growth became our finest art.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, January 26, 2004; 6:54 A.M.)

473 
Choose Quality

Like the oyster our response beautifies,
as we prefer that joy outweighs our cries.
Many there are would have us self-destruct,
from minds ajar to hateful world conduct.
To set Man free, the sages wisely taught,
choose quality with every single thought.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, January 27, 2004; 7:49 A.M.)

474 
Something Delightful

When I look back at my joyful moments,
there is no lack of smiling incidents.
I feel a glow, one that transmutes and heals.
It’s then I know what happiness reveals.

No part of me escapes this warmth of heart.
It sets me free. (Time to make a new start).
A holiday is then declared. It seems,
I’ve found a way to beautify my dreams.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A., January 28, 2004; 6:18 A.M.)

475 
Will It Be fun?

I’d like to know how Man will play his part.
How will we grow this seed of light called heart?
What circumstance, for love will manifest,
in God’s great dance, to put us to the test?
Will charity become a law of mind?
Will its beauty bring joy to all Mankind?

Will it be fun, to focus and inquire,
into our sun, which feeds and warms with fire?
Perhaps you read and play beyond my stay.
Know this (your deed- your thought- your yesterday).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, January 29, 2004; 7:14 A.M.)

476 
Talking To Myself

In my own way, I’d like to make comment
on how to play the very next moment.
Approach with smile (quite ready to embrace)
all that’s worthwhile in God’s most human race.

Remember first each has a heart that beats,
and mind with thirst to fathom all it meets.
Be friend not foe. Each heart can radiate
a sunlike glow (that warmth which makes life great).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, January 30, 2004; 7:00 A.M.)

477 
Geneticists 

(Re-planning)

“Here’s a notion. Color code the sunrise
with emotion –- Wait, that would be unwise.”

“Let’s use song birds to serenade the dawn.
They’ll find the words that have from us long gone.”

“Color and sound will serve to start our day.
They won’t confound and make us lose our way.”

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, February 01, 2004; 6:38 A.M.)

478 
It Starts Inside

It starts inside (kindness has its fragrance)
then goes worldwide to fill God’s great expanse.
It outnumbers and surely does surpass
the amateurs who misuse to harass.
They too will learn the universe has heart,
and soon discern love is our greatest art.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, February 02, 2004; 6:36 A.M.)

479 
The Joy Of Achievement

We do traverse, each day our love persists,
God’s universe. (Heart makes us optimists).
Our thoughts excite an inner sense of Soul,
as we delight in reaching for our goal.

Make no mistake, without this key to life
there is heartache –- extreme amounts of strife.
This not to scare (as some would rule by fear)
but let us dare a kinder atmosphere.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, February 04, 2004; 6:45 A.M.)

480 
The Future Of Mankind

Let’s make a pledge. The future of Mankind
will find knowledge they were loved heart and mind.

Let us now dare to change our inner way,
and will with care, the thoughts that we display.

So let it be (when all is said and done)
that harmony with us was number one.

With such a seed their harvest will exclaim
our greatest deed was charity – not blame.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, February 05, 2004; 7:16 A.M.)

481 
The Christmas Of My Heart

I took a chance (that Christmas of my heart)
and changed my dance to Your more graceful art.
And since that day my gratitude has grown.
In every way I know I’m not alone.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, February 06, 2004; 7:00 A.M.)

482
Remember (2)

Joy is the cure for all of Man’s upsets.
We can be sure, it helps us pay our debts.
Be smiling wise from simple to complex.
Economize. Decide to unperplex.
In your own way ask God for heart-access.
Now light your day, joy is your happiness.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, February 07, 2004; 6:20 A.M.)

483 
Letter To Santa From A Senior Citizen

This is not a request,
nor is it a demand.
I know you’ll do your best
and try to understand.

You deal in attitude
(reward the good not bad).
You have my gratitude.
You saved a world gone mad.

You provide a safe place
for little ones to store
(with bearded happy face)
their hopes forever more.

Now, when they worldly grow
to feel the “me-first” heat,
they’ll catch a glimpse (or glow)
when fellow “Clausers” meet.

To me it all makes sense
(and shows about your time)
you make us all less tense,
while joy becomes sublime.

The beauty of “the Claus”
is much alive in me,
and I am well because
the hope I saved runs free.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, February 09, 2004; 7:01 A.M.)
484 
How Hearts Endure

One thing for sure, we don’t appreciate
how hearts endure the trash our minds create.
With pain we learn that life is one big test,
where we discern ideas which serve us best.
Beauty’s our seed. Joy flowers when we know
thought forms the deed, and love will make us glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, February 10, 2004; 7:42 A.M.)

485 
My Valentine

Sing well my heart, you serenade our star.
Our kind of love is looked on from afar.

Feelings refine. We share in love’s delight.
My valentine, you fill my world with light.

But wait. There’s more. The Soul has much to say 
(and to explore) that brightens everyday.

For fast or slow, for short or thin or tall,
this we will know – love beautifies us all.

For those who read and wonder at such things,
we plant this seed. Embrace the joy love brings.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, February 11, 2004; 7:15 A.M.)

486 
Message To Myself (February 12, 2004)

Living’s an art, the wise have taught.
A healthy heart begins with thought.

A cautious mind avoids extremes,
yet Humankind must follow dreams.

It’s how we spend that gives life worth.
Live well my friend your time on Earth.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, February 12, 2004; 7:10 A.M.)

487 
Weed-Talk

Mind plays its part to cultivate life’s weeds,
but every heart contains some special seeds.

Our thoughts create that’s why we must reflect,
and then deflate all trace of disrespect.

First learn to care. Kindness lives forever,
and those that share learn to live together.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, February 14, 2004; 6:40 A.M.)

488 
A Curious Debate

I came upon a curious debate.
Sunrise and dawn failed to communicate.

Who was to blame? The world sleeps-in today,
and both proclaim daylight-savings must pay.

Nature (with smile) now noticed her mistake,
but all this while Mankind has yet to wake.

Her inner-voice now counsels to “alarm”.
She has a choice – to rouse with shake or calm.

Tremblers would do, but quakes go to extremes.
She chose a clue delivered in Man’s dreams.

In gentle words through graceful waterfall
and songs of birds, her heart sings this to all.

The rose will cure with fragrance from above,
and beauty pure will bring the joy of love.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, February 16, 2004; 7:15 A.M.)

489 
We’re From Earth

A little fuss over population
called for census (much to God’s elation).

“They” need to know: how many stars were made;
which ones still glow; were taxes ever paid?

Some plan no doubt, while shouting “star-commerce”,
to look devout, then fleece the universe.

It’s hard to say. Who knows what good may come.
Perhaps star-play will lead to where we’re from.

With all respect, we might do well to warn
the un-suspect. (Man plants much more than corn).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, February 18, 2004; 7:06 A.M.)

490 
They Tell Me God

They tell me God lives in my heart,
and gives the nod to learn His art.

The way I pray leaves some aghast.
I live today like it’s my last.

But in my song there’s only good.
I don’t do wrong, although I could.

That inner voice knows joy is fun.
It says rejoice, be like your sun.

Now radiate to all Mankind
that love not hate beautifies mind.

And as you do make sure they feel,
the God in you through thoughts that heal.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, February 19, 2004; 6:22 A.M.)

491 
Tomorrow’s Deeds

What kind of seeds will beautify our stay?
Tomorrow’s deeds are thoughts we think today.
The heart that’s kind knows beauty leads to joy.
The happy mind will build and not destroy.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, February 20, 2004; 5:12 A.M.)

492 
Beauty’s The Gate

Beauty’s the gate where heart knows what we do.
Forget debate. It’s joy that gets us through.
And once inside we find that we are one,
then far and wide our love glows like the sun.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday, February 20, 2004; 6:04 A.M.)

493 
Heaven Was Scared

Heaven was scared. A way had been conceived,
and then declared, free-will has Man achieved.

It was deemed wise that Man be given choice
to civilize our will and then rejoice.

God made hearts strong, and figured that Man knew
true right from Wrong, yet some would cloud their view.

We’d celebrate, but need a tad more time.
(Some speculate our rhythm lost its rhyme).

It’s no extreme to love God’s confidence,
and share God’s dream to back Man’s common sense.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, February 21, 2004; 8:29 A.M.)

494 
Message To Myself (February 22, 2004)

In all life’s art of learning to adjust,
the place to start is learning who to trust.

It won’t take long to see we’re all the same.
We sing our song of power, wealth and fame.

And yet we dare, when heart says, “Take a chance”,
and learn to care in our great human dance.

Now here’s the deal. Your God will guide your day.
Your love is real. Make friends along the way.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, February 22, 2004; 7:15 A.M.)

495 
Beauty Heals The Heart

You might believe the world has gone quite mad,
and even grieve, for all the good gone bad.

Hate celebrates the day you kill all hope,
and cultivates the darkness with its dope.

Yet birds still bring their morning serenade.
We hear them sing joyful and unafraid.

Our sun gives light and flowers wear God’s gold.
Colors delight. Warmth and fragrance enfold.

With sleepy yawn, we may just wonder why,
stars yield to dawn, and daytime colors sky.

Nature does share, and beauty heals the heart.
Discern with care. Your balance is your art.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, February 23, 2004; 7:15 A.M.)

496 
Message To Myself (February 25, 2004)

Life is funny. It’s hard to really know
and use money. For most it’s stow or throw.

How much we need is harder to explain.
Desire is deed. Love for wealth leads to pain.

And sure as day, its hate is much the same.
Now some would say, “Finance is just a game.”

We must take part, for most it’s not a choice.
(The winner’s heart does not for gold rejoice).

So what’s the key? Is it an attitude?
Is charity kindled by gratitude?

Is it just talk? How many broken dreams
guide us to walk the balance of extremes?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday, February 25, 2004; 7:07 A.M.)

497 
A Solar Conversation?

Good morning Sun. What will I learn today?
Will it be fun? Will beauty fill my day?

Good morning Earth. I like your point of view.
It adds great worth to all that you must do.

Ah, the fun part? That’s right, fun is your tool.
It warms the heart, and helps to keep heads cool.

It changes mood? Yes, and then keeps mood high.
And attitude? Fun loves to beautify.

What does fun teach? It pays to touch the Soul.
Within their reach? When joy becomes their goal.

When will that be? When sorrow leads to pain.
Will that help me? Their joy will be your gain.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, February 26, 2004; 6:47 A.M.)

498 
Man Needs To Share

Some owe and pay, but sure Man’s largest debt
(after God’s day) is that which we call pet.

Man needs a friend, the kind that seeks not fame
and will defend against the world’s un-tame.

Our pets are there, and know we like to talk.
Man needs to share in quiet time or walk.

But there is more to pets than meets the eye
(for rich or poor) they love and beautify.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, February 28, 2004; 6:33 A.M.)

499 
Time-Talk (1)

Listen to me. I am youth and learn fast.
My mind is free, and here is my forecast.
I see pleasure. The world just needs more fun.
We’ll hunt treasure, as we play in the sun.

Listen to me. I am age and reflect.
Hearts could be free, but no one is perfect.
See what exists. Be quick. Learn Nature’s art.
Life has its mists, and you, my friend, have heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday, February 29, 2004; 3:29 A.M.)

500 
What Makes God Smile?

Let us reflect. Which thoughts make life worthwhile?
What earns respect? Which jokes would make God smile?

Let’s think it through. What will we introduce?
What is our clue to guide what we produce?

With love we win, and yes, with hate we lose.
First ask within. Your heart knows how to choose.

Conscience is friend, and shares in whispered voice.
Sadness must end. It’s time that we rejoice.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday, March 1, 2004; 7:20 A.M.)

501 
Peace Is My Art

(for Nicholas Roerich: Painter, writer, philosopher of beauty)

Peace is my art. My canvas is my mind.
With all my heart, I paint for all Mankind.

My ways have brought delight through color schemes.
My brush is thought. I beautify Man’s dreams.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday, March 2, 2004; 5:10 A.M.)

502 
Complimentary Colors

Now compliments vivify works of art.
These ornaments enhance when they’re apart.

They add a glow in their own special way,
yet artists know their mixing makes a gray.

From just three pairs, a multitude of hints
capture Man’s cares in color, shade and tints.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday, March 4, 2004; 7:21 A.M.)

503
An Attention-Getter?

Why dim our day? Does it make life better?
Is it God’s way – an attention-getter?

Moon reflects sun, except for one loophole,
and that’s great fun – eclipses have their role.

Sun, moon and earth align to take our light
and then rebirth – God’s planned return of light.

Not to frighten, but Man must make a start
to enlighten mind and warm the heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday, March 6, 2004; 6:43 A.M.)

504  
God

I started small (a speck of dust).
It led to all with warmest trust.

I started big (with stars and such).
My biggest “dig” led to Your touch.

I started in, where loves prevail 
and joys begin, on beauty’s trail.

I started Your art with all Your ways,
within my heart, for all my days.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday March 29, 2004  7:15 A.M.)

505 
Cocoon

It dreamed of why it soon would be
a butterfly and flutter free.

Flying in dreams is lots of fun,
with color schemes warmed by the sun.

Beauty has ways (a subtle art)
for joyful days, and light of heart.

May Man be kind then strong and wise,
that we may find a warm sunrise.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday March 30, 2004  6:25 A.M.)

506 
Your Sun Knows How To Warm

Go now within. Are the birds still singing?
Let them begin their joyful song of spring.

Such serenades will give the world a start,
as winter fades and fragrance heals the heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday March 31, 2004  7:04 A.M.)

507 
May We See More

Free will demands that Man be free to choose.
Through our commands we learn to win or lose.

May we see more (each flower has its roots).
Nature is Your door – seeds announce with their shoots.

In simpler ways (I’m meaning no offence),
our caring pays, and love is common sense.

May we discern Your alphabet of heart,
that we may earn the secret of Your art.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday April 1, 2004  7:01 A.M.)

508 
With Beauty We Prepare

Mind flowers fill our day with fragrant choice.
They strengthen will, and help us to rejoice.

Actions can shine great light upon a scene.
Sharing’s a sign not found among the mean.

Life’s a duel between the ones that care
and the cruel. With beauty we prepare.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday April 5, 2004  6:00 A.M.)

509  
Now We Atomize And Computerize

Language holds our mistakes –- like the sunrise.
They live as quaint keepsakes in word disguise.

We’ve learned to not “declare” things as they “seem”.
Now water’s made from air. Thoughts build the dream.

This world I find spacious and quite complete.
It’s Author, most gracious, let’s us delete.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday May 2, 2004  7:18 A.M.)

510 
Can The Dipper Guide Us?

(Must we go to get back?)

Spiral hunters at play, with “nocs” and scopes,
star-search the milky Way (and raise Man’s hopes).

Our latest world tactic to see the light
is now “Think galactic look up at night”.

Will God let us retrace? Will stars agree?
Will gratitude fill space and set hearts free?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday May 4, 2004  6:26 A.M.)

511 
Happy Mother’s Day Magnificent Woman!

Gradually, like breeze, we feel that charm,
which puts Earth minds at ease. (Kind thoughts disarm).

It’s time to celebrate. Let birds convene
with songs that liberate the flower scene.

Great love knows how to bloom, when hearts share bliss,
(and Man’s ascent from gloom starts with a kiss).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday May 6, 2004  7:03 A.M.)

512 
Loving Relatives Can Make You Disappear

I suppose you all know, in no small way,
Man’s mostly H2O (some mostly spray).

If science is correct, my condition,
as reason would detect is suspicion.

So now I’m full of gas (go oxygen)
and reached the great impasse through hydrogen.

I’m growing short of hope and losing face –
through modern microscope I’m mostly space.

How solid is solid? How small is large?
Am I the pyramid or it’s mirage?

There must be some logic, seen with a glance,
that thinks subatomic and knows that dance.

Where does the body end? Where does mind start?
Around what spacious bend will I find heart?

Will my love permeate Mankind’s chorus –
No-matter what my state (or how porous)?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday May 11, 2004  6:50 A.M.)

513 
Concatenation

(The greatest love story of them all)

Once there was a duel of stratagem,
between a rare jewel and Man made gem.

One day gem caught a beam of jewel’s light.
Gem thought it was a dream (a true delight).

It was joyous not sad (now gem knows why)
for reflections don’t add they multiply.

Well this was not the end, but just the start.
You see gem made a friend (and mind met heart).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday May 13, 2004  7:05 A.M.)

514 
Advice For The Striving

1	A note to rebutters, searching for Soul,
the mind often clutters a lofty goal.

2. 	Now students need Teachers to help discern,
for seasoned travelers know how to learn.

3.	When feeling poetic, the best advice,
in growing aesthetic is be precise.

4.	With their benevolence (the grateful cure).
Humble they are, who sense the Signature.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday May 17, 2004  6:22 A.M.)

515 
A Note To The Angry

There’s a nasty rumor (an ugly mood)
Man’s now a consumer, and grown quite rude.

Reason’s become curvy. Respect is lost.
Crowding creates nervy – (part of the cost).

They say we are captive to crude desire,
that we can not forgive (and won’t inquire).

They say we can not change (we’re adamant).
They say no rearrange alters our chant.

Must we repeat again that old forecast?
Fear is what might happen. Anger’s the past.

Give heart-prudence full sway (how we react).
Change tomorrow today with joyful tact.

Yes, our “Me-First” will fight (that we all know),
but our battle for light starts with a glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday May 21, 2004  6:55 A.M.)

516 
Timeless Advice

To all who would be free consider this –
our gratitude is key, and leads to bliss…

Grateful am I for life, and mind to learn.
Even in times of strife I can discern.

Grateful am I for heart, where every beat
reminds me to impart a love complete.

Grateful am I for light, and more it’s Source,
who’s friendship is insight to chart my course.

To all who would be free consider this –
our gratitude is key, and leads to bliss…

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday May 27, 2004  6:16 A.M.)

517 
So Little Did We Know

So little did we know, how good life was,
how thoughts are seeds that grow, and what God does.

So little did we strive, throughout the day,
to keep the good alive, in every way.

So little did we do, for our unseen,
to beautify our view, from in between.

So little did we dare, in our apart,
to hold our world in care, then heal with heart.

So little did we know, how good life was,
how thoughts are seeds that grow, and what God does.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday June 2, 2004  6:08 A.M.)

518
The Timeless Question (To Date)

We are so far apart. Can it be done?
The mind now needs the heart, as Earth needs Sun.

Some say it will take pain, as we expose,
what separates the rain, that feeds the rose.

My hope’s for gratitude and all it’s ways,
to heal our attitude, which chokes our days.

Then love could go spacious and beautify,
as we could go gracious and Godify.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday July 16, 2004  7:24 A.M.)

519 
Not For Long

I’ll see you soon my friend. May the birds sing.
May your moments extend the green of spring.

May your favorite star smile through the night,
and feel your hopes afar for greater light.

May your dawn fill your day with joyful times,
and beautify your way with sun-filled rhymes.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday July 18, 2004  7:30 A.M.)

520 
To Help Mankind

Through all my days, I’ve searched for You.
My cruder ways missed every clue.

Now here You are, not far apart,
not on some star, but in my heart.

You’re Holy place (a joy to find)
is You’re home base to help Mankind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday July 21, 2004  5:38 A.M.)

521 
Beyond Your Eulogy

(for my magnificent wife)

I’ll miss your symphony, your life bouquet.
Your goodness is my key (my day to day).

You had a certain glow that could not die.
It lives in all that know (who beautify).

Joyfulness was your art, your curative.
Your love still fills my heart (and so you live).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday August 21, 2004  6:32 A.M.)

522 
Every Heart Knows

Every Heart Knows my dream. Some start with bliss.
Some start with love supreme –- some with a kiss. 

Every Heart Knows my prize. Man gets his fill
from other than the wise, then cries “free-will”.

Every Heart Knows my joy. Yet sorrow grows.
How easy to destroy when sadness flows.

Every Heart Knows my care. Before the womb,
I planted seeds that dare bring hope to bloom.
 
Every Heart Knows my way. Most minds ask why.
Gratitude learns to pray and how to die.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday August 21, 2004  5:33 A.M.)

523 
I Asked My Heart

How should a poem start? (The pulse will flow).
Poems come from the heart? (The beat will glow).

Then does the mind comply? (It might agree).
If not then poems die? (Just thought-debris).

Can poems help today? (Of course they can).
But what should they convey? (The Soul of Man).

Won’t that be out of place? (It makes Man whole).
And fills our empty space? (joy is the goal).

Then joy shows Man’s success? (It’s pure Soul-style).
Joy is our happiness? (Life’s healthy smile).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday August 22, 2004  7:15 A.M.)

524 
With Love

With love I simplify. With love I’m free.
With love I amplify the God in me.

With love I holiday. With love I grow.
With love I will display the God I know.

With love I decorate. With love I’m whole.
With love I celebrate. God is my goal.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday August 23, 2004  5:15 A.M.)

525 
No Regrets

(for my magnificent wife b. Feb 5, 1938 – d. Aug. 3, 2004)

Where are you now old friend? I feel your glow,
and sometimes I pretend our love will grow.

Beyond our kind of day, with no good-byes,
joy was our resume seen in our eyes.

You left us an heirloom (a loving dare)
to beautify our bloom with hearts that care.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday August 24, 2004  4:33 A.M.)

526 
God, We Have Some Questions

God, we have some questions that need replies.
(Some are just distractions from deeper whys).

Now Sally needs to know, with all her heart,
how long bright smiles will glow in dolly-art.
Jackie’s found his first seed. Please verify.
Is it flower or weed, and does it die?

I’m sure it’s no surprise what comes from youth,
nor how they teach the wise to search for truth.
My turn, if You don’t mind. Is it for real
there’s more than human kind? How do they feel?

What is their point of view, and do they farm?
Are they searching for You? Does their love harm?
Are they prone to extremes? Do they get vain?
Do their hopes fill their dreams? Are they in pain?

Do they make their future from their present?
Do politics endure their past ferment?
Do bird songs greet their dawn? Does beauty mend?
Does the doe teach its fawn? Is joy their friend?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday August 25, 2004  5:42 A.M.)

527 
It Is All About Heart

Together or apart, at work or play,
it is all about heart. Love makes our day.

There is no short supply, no secret key.
There is no nagging why, with love we’re free.

The world is less up-tight. Warm feelings flow.
Love thoughts are our delight (and then we glow).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday August 26, 2004  5:35 A.M.)

528 
Space Talk

“We will always want more. We need to know.
Our nature must explore. We have to go.”

But can we stray too far (or very long)
before we miss our star (our sun’s life-song)?

What will we find in space? Will love be found,
beyond the Human race as common ground?

Will humor save the day (when all else fails)
so we can laugh away our earthly veils?

But what would then transpire if jokes should rile,
and what would then inspire an alien smile?

It sounds a bit like Earth, where crude runs free,
where attitudes give birth, and few agree.

We’ve got some work to do (to warm our art)
with kinder points of view –- and that means heart.

Let’s add to our space-walk, a space-hug time,
that goes beyond space-talk (where poems rhyme).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday August 28, 2004; 4:46 A.M.)

529 
What Would It Be Worth?

Now what would it be worth (to near and far)
if peace broke out on Earth, without a scar?

Well somewhere in our dreams, far into sleep,
(beyond Mans’ normal schemes) it’s ours to keep.

It waits for us to know, in whole or part,
that Man’s ideals can grow in mind and heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday August 28, 2004; 5:45 A.M.)

530 
What Is The Source Of Art

Do Plum blossoms whisper?
Is it Man’s mind or heart,
or does the Soul confer?
What is the source of Art?

Creating feels our sting.
How imprecise are we
in hearing or sensing
that subtle recipe.

All wrapped in our response,
with colors from our day,
(to fill our needs and wants)
its born to live our-way.

Now lord don’t take me wrong.
I know Man must discern,
but free-will spoils your song
(It hurts to watch us learn).

We must be worth the wait.
Perhaps its in Your plan,
that we accumulate
the better part of Man.

I hope I learn to hear
(I really need to know),
beyond desire and fear
just how to paint Your glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday August 29, 2004; 5:47 A.M.)

531 
Why I Love The Masonic Fraternity

(for my Masonic coach)

So many years ago some Masons shared
the light they came to know with one who cared.

Those concepts filled my heart and helped me see.
They were my tools to start my “Me” to “We”.

My ring (each hour) I earn, but not alone,
my brothers help me learn and “We” have grown.

Here’s what I want to say, of this I’m sure –
brotherly love’s our way (and God’s our cure).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday September 1, 2004; 6:33 A.M.)

532 
Wouldn’t It Be Great?

Some day, perhaps, we’ll find (thoughts may reveal)
we use the whole of mind. Now that’s ideal!

But why don’t I feel joy? Will this up-lift?
Just how would we employ our greatest gift?

Would Earth still hear our screams? Would children fight?
Would God approve our dreams? Would there be light?

Man’s known to act less sane, in whole or part,
when intellect makes gain without the heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday September 2, 2004; 5:33 A.M.)

533 
Tomorrow-Talk (1)

Present becomes past deed, but wait, there’s more.
Today’s thought is a seed that we explore.

It grows into future to fill our day,
then serves as pain or cure. (We think our play).

There is an attitude (in those that know)
their heart-felt gratitude helps love to grow.

Sorrow begets sorrow, and fear makes fear,
create your tomorrow with joyful cheer.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday September 3, 2004; 5:08 A.M.)

534 
The State Of My Union

Lord I’m taking a walk within my Soul.
It is time for me-talk (to check my goal).

I feel I am on track (thought, word and deed).
There is no going back. Love is the seed.

I feel You in my heart, where we agree,
that we should never part such harmony.

Thanks for helping my wife. Her joy did glow.
We had love with no strife (the best – You know).

So now I start anew and steer my day
toward Your point of view. To help Your way.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday September 4, 2004; 3:42 A.M.)

535 
Coming Back Talk

It’s a familiar stage this planet Earth.
Our plays shout joy and rage from our rebirth.

The past helps us discern and clarify
The things we need to learn – but mostly why.

Peace through understanding, it guides our way.
Knowledge hears the birds sing and calms our day.

It’s then Soul-architect plans and designs
with joy, our next project. (Each life refines).

We learn to sow thought-seeds, and feel their flow,
into those many deeds we need to grow.

We build our tomorrows (love is the prize)
to transmute our sorrows to God’s sunrise.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday September 4, 2004; 6:05 A.M.)

536
Song-Talk

Many wake with a yawn, but soon they start,
to serenade the dawn straight from the heart.

Some say it’s DNA that makes them sing,
as they respond to day, and then take wing.

But sure they have a plan that we don’t know.
(Bird songs are sung for Man that smiles may grow).

They must have heard our cry in darkest night,
and willed to amplify God’s morning light.

Their music fills our space, so waking eyes
can slowly sense our place in our sunrise.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday September 5, 2004; 5:14 A.M.)

537 
Wishing You The Very Best

To bring a happy glow in every way,
my joyful wishes flow to you today.

Please let them build a smile, for they impart
the zest for life worthwhile, to every heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday September 6, 2004; 5:34 A.M.)

538
My Anchor In Beauty

Many chart and survey (but some delight).
For night we turn away to points of light.

Millions of suns appear, as we lose one.
Is there a message here, or just God’s fun?

Look close, our star still shines. (It’s quite a show,
when Earth’s shadow declines the moon its glow).

Is this a subtle care to fuel our “why”,
to cheer us on from there, beyond the sky?

Although space seems silent, eclipses shout.
“Design or accident, sun’s there. Don’t doubt.”

So if your day turns grim with life’s debris,
know that your night’s not dim. (It works for me).

And please remember this, with mind and heart,
the wise follow their bliss – (and God is smart).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday September 8, 2004; 6:01 A.M.)

539 
Beyond Where Mind Can Go

We sense you want to know our subtle shore –
beyond where mind can go heart must explore.

Learn for love not escape. Man’s tears of “Why”
can paint a cold landscape and stormy sky.

Two words (we all agree), that lead to gloom,
for sure, are “I” and “Me”. They nip your bloom.

Don’t get attached to gold. Share don’t debate.
Knowledge will make you bold. Man’s thoughts create.

We sense you want to know our subtle shore –
beyond where mind can go heart must explore.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday September 10, 2004; 4:42 A.M.)

540 
What Are Docents

They are an attitude, who’s resume
is filled with gratitude (their daily pay).

Their method is an art, which aims to show
learning begins with heart, where all smiles glow.

They demonstrate how line adds mood and shape
so feelings may define that bold seascape.

They strive to unconceal Man’s color schemes.
(World culture then reveals Man’s textured dreams).

Yes Docents, you will find, are those who dare
to reach and guide Mankind with loving care.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday September 12, 2004; 5:50 A.M.)

541 
That’s Where I Go

Some Souls need to explore to be content.
They yearn for one more shore or continent.

Now earth is their home base. Their ships are “scopes”.
Their joy is outer space, where stars are hopes.

Somewhere my search asked why. My when and where
soon faded from my sky. (But I still care).

Adventure has its ways, and I have found
my looking now surveys a subtle ground.

What treasure do I find in solitude? 
A stepping stone of kind (my gratitude).

I work that it expands, and thus perfect,
my thanks to helping hands through great respect.

My focus is my art. The patient know.
My subject is my heart (that’s where I go).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday September 13, 2004; 6:41 A.M.)

542 
To Dust Off Love

Lord, are we just too slow? Is this our way?
Do we refuse to grow, and then replay?

Learning hard, most agree, is full of pain,
but that’s what sets us free to learn again.

We’ll, I’ve got me a thought that might shed light. –
Most all of what we’re taught may not be right.

Yes, teachers may dissent (and likely will)
to only one-percent as overkill.

Not science (they’d reply), but mood triggers.
Those fears of short supply are gravediggers.

Now that would be a start, to calculate
how fear affects our heart and feeds our hate.

A math for emotions? Sure some would scoff
at my hopeful notions to dust love off.

But would we plant Your seed, Your attitude,
that lightens-up on greed through gratitude?

It’s not for want of rules, or lack of mind,
that some behave as mules (or kin of kind).

You must have known all this ahead of time,
for in Man’s climb to bliss You gave us rhyme.

You gave meter and style, and there’s rumor
You also gave the smile for our humor.

But then you gave free-will, and with that gift
Man struggles to fulfil and then uplift.

May we so design choice of transactions
to make conscience the voice of our actions.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday September 15, 2004; 7:35 A.M.)

543 
Who Can Truly Explain?

Who can truly explain how we can find
what helps us to attain our peace of mind?

Is it the clever one, the quickest wit?
Perhaps those having fun, are they most fit?

Those who have seen too much or too little?
Those who have lost their touch or too brittle?

Some will point to the lost as most “tuned-in”,
so blind to human cost of such a win.

They memorize the thought that addicts write,
then think our schools have taught what’s really right.

Who can truly explain how we can find
what helps us to attain our peace of mind?

For me there is no doubt, they’re not so rare –
humility throughout with deepest care.

Their love shows how to start. Yet wisdom flows.
Their strength comes from the heart as beauty glows.

This brotherhood of friends, with God, display
beginnings grow from ends and calm our day.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday September 17, 2004; 5:00 A.M.)

544 
God’s Petting Zoo

Wagging-tail dialogue, with loyalty,
makes Man’s best friend the dog. Most would agree.

Cat lovers understand, with no offense,
yet they maintain their brand of preference.

Caring hands share so much, that love can flow,
transmitted through their touch from hearts that glow.

From hands to arms I pray that we declare
a hugging holiday to heal despair.

But then desperation among “the wise” –
“Earthly population would surely rise”.

It lives beyond our reach and tends to vex.
The confused often teach that loves means sex.

“With all those mouths to feed wars would renew.
We’re better off with greed. No. Hugs won’t do”.

Perhaps we have a fear (easy or hard).
We’d rather shed a tear then disregard.

I think God has a plan for us to learn –
that Man’s best friend is Man (then we return.)

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday September 19, 2004; 4:37 A.M.)

545 
That Hearts May Glow

I’d like to be great friends with all Mankind,
but that’s where theory ends and falls behind.

I won’t befriend rapists, killers and thieves,
who’s minds have ugly twists. That type deceives.

I will not accept them or their grave deeds,
nor hear their stratagem, for thoughts are seeds.

But daily do I pray, we all will know,
how goodness paves the way that hearts may glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday September 20, 2004; 5:25 A.M.)

546 
Freemason Talk

(for my Masonic coach)

The mason’s mind knows how to live.
That heart, you’ll find, knows how to give.

The Mason’s joy (and great delight)
is to employ God’s living light.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday September 21, 2004; 1:45 P.M.)

547 
Nature Talk

Where the sun starts it’s day, there You imprint,
distant mountains as gray with purple tint.

Waters reflect Your sky in subtle pink.
Birds serenade, then fly. I wake and think.

How like your flower’s glow, back lit with sun,
is Man’s attempt to know what You’ve begun.

Your photosynthesis, with leaf and light,
makes clear Your emphasis that we unite.

Our heart is Your abode. There we agree.
Perhaps our sinus-node pulses Your key.

You regulate, in red, the air to live
that mind may learn to spread what heart can give.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday September 22, 2004; 2:50 A.M.)

548 
Plum Tree Philosophy

There’s a winter bloomer 
that’s caught the eye of Man.
(Mind is part consumer 
of wisdom’s caravan).

The plum tree still appeals
that courage be our song.
It holds our best ideals –
strength and beauty lifelong.

The joy of victory 
(that plum ever so sweet)
has faced adversity 
and tasted no defeat.

It’s not a fairy tale, 
or kind of specious art,
that virtue does prevail 
(and surely warms the heart).

Man’s battles start within, 
there where the choice displays,
the thought before the sin.
That’s where we make our days.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday September 24, 2004; 3:49 A.M.)

549
Listen Now, I Talk Of Love

Rough waters calm with oil, but not below,
where they maintain turmoil. Feelings must flow.

Our reactions to life create our days.
We choose the pain of strife, or peaceful ways.

“It’s too hard”, some will shout. “Life is unkind”.
And their thought will win-out to plague Mankind.

Only one attitude can set love free,
and that’s our gratitude – Man’s secret key.

Grateful for the warm sun, grateful for air,
grateful for friends and fun, grateful God’s there.

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday September 24, 2004; 5:16 A.M.)

550 
Message To Myself (September 25, 2004)

To lesson commotion, the healthy way,
the smartest emotion is joy today.

Never by accident does prudence reap.
The joy of achievement is hers to keep.

Of course, love is the best – Man’s finest glow.
(You need both on this quest you’ve come to know).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday September 25, 2004; 5:17 A.M.)

551 
Few Ask, Fewer Listen

Sometimes people ask me about the Way.
Is there a simple key? How do I pray?

Mind winters (self distraught) in ugliness,
yet quality of thought will conquer stress.

What tools did I employ? Where did I start?
Search for beauty and joy with all your heart.

The leaf welcomes the light to feed the plant.
The dawn is dim then bright. Love will enchant.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A.; Sunday September 26, 2004; 5:47 A.M.)

552 
Back-Yard Close-Up Flower Photography

When back-lit by the sun, they are the show.
Thin petals make it fun, with their warm glow.

Then perhaps for a few, in subtle play,
the face of God shines through, to make their day.

Delicate beauty dares, in translucence,
to share a heart that cares with confidence.

I click, and hope to find, as I compile,
that pictures in my mind preserve Your smile.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday September 27, 2004; 5:49 A.M.)

553 

Message To Myself (September 28, 2004)

Our striving for balance is quite humane.
We must perfect our dance, or live in pain.

To educate the mind and mind alone,
will find us far behind what can be known.

The language of the heart (God’s symphony)
like all good things will start with honesty.

Oh that little white lie knows how to grow,
and keep in good supply, for those we know.

That habit will betray with any deed.
May we weed it today, and burn it’s seed.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday September 28, 2004; 5:09 A.M.)

554 
We Must Confuse Them

Do they take photographs to show out-there,
to bring them smiles (or laughs) at how we care?

Yes, Man’s inconsistent, hurtful and blind,
but there’s an agreement that serves Mankind.

Among our many ways there’s this we know.
We need our holidays to help us grow.

It’s then we celebrate and amplify
those things we feel are great – that unify.

We sense our love is key, and feel it’s smart,
to go from ‘I’ to ‘We”, and free our heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday September 29, 2004; 5:20 A.M.)

555 
Beyond

Beyond the me-first-heat of attitude;
beyond what makes hearts beat, or types of food;
beyond how we compete in solitude;
there where Man and God meet, beyond all mood;
there love is made complete with gratitude.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday September 30, 2004; 4:43 A.M.)

556 
To Make Hearts Glow

May beauty so combine our points of view
and strengthen Your design with love anew.

May we  with joyful days
erase the life that we create through twisted ways.

May conscience be our guide that we may know
how prudence is applied to make hearts glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday September 30, 2004; 5:30 A.M.)

557 
The Myth Of Sunset

I have a gut feeling that sets me free.
My sun will keep shining if I agree –

to remember, come night, Earth turns away,
while the sun remains bright in God’s great play.

Should I ever forget and feel apart,
may the myth of sunset re-warm my heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday October 1, 2004; 6:08 A.M.)

558 
Message To Myself (October 2, 2004)

Petals lead to centers, where the future
of all ornamenters waits to mature.

Beauty has found her way to tomorrow,
where joy she brings today will add its glow.

For life’s questions of why there lies your key.
It pays to beautify and set joy free.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday October 2, 2004; 4:04 A.M.)

559 
That Other-Guy

Lord, I wonder about that “Other-Guy”.
He seems eager to shout then amplify.

With mind to dominate and then employ,
his will resorts to hate. He’s lost his joy.

Why does “That-Guy” sow pain to rule the day?
Why fight for selfish gain and sorrow’s pay?

To love him risks the chance (I feel You know)
he’d pierce us with his lance and kill us slow.

What darkened beat of heart has poisoned mind?
How can “That-Guy” be part of our Mankind?

Did we start down that far with jaded eye?
Were we caterpillar now butterfly?

How can we break the ice that he may learn,
it’s better to play nice? Man must discern.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday October 3, 2004; 3:36 A.M.)

560 
Blow Them Away

Dear God, we need a breeze. Don’t let them stay.
Those thoughts which mold disease – blow them away.

There where heart takes invoice, let it be seen.
We held beauty by choice and not the mean.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday October 3, 2004; 4:24 A.M.)

561 
The Docent’s Art Tour

Notice the tonal changes, through atmosphere,
of all those mountain ranges from far to near.

The water mirrors sky with reflection,
while ripples signify gentle motion.

Observe that bright highlight. (A tell tale clue.)
The sun shining at right, accents the view.

There, red against the green, wild flowers play
to compliment the scene which we survey.

Painted landscapes appeal (as some well know)
to memories so real you feel their glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday October 3, 2004; 6:44 A.M.)

562 
Can I Ever Repay

I meet them everyday (their words and deeds).
Can I ever repay with thoughts as seeds?

Something inside admires the prudent one,
who orders life’s desires (yet still has fun).

I’m learning to reflect and understand
the love that’s in respect without demand.

There lies virtue for sure. Courage perhaps,
or patience to endure a dream collapse.

I honor and bestow with certainty,
and feel these hearts aglow with dignity.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday October 4, 2004; 5:42 A.M.)

563 
Seekers Of Light

If I had to define, in just two words,
the first would be ‘refine’, and then ‘songbirds’.

You see, it’s how I feel when I’m with them.
They ever seek what’s real (less gleam – more gem).

They’re from a past far gone in yesterday,
yet serenade their dawn through love today.

May we befriend our heart. May Man discern.
May love become our art. May God we earn.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday October 5, 2004; 5:55 A.M.)

564 
How We Grow

We measure then limit only to find
that what’s left is “unfit” for human kind.

But then someone, somewhere strives to invent.
Science wakes us aware (without consent).

Of course, we fight that light, yet will include
what we then know as “right” – all “else” is crude.

And that’s how we refine. Thought battles thought.
We hurt while we decline what heart has brought.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday October 6, 2004; 8:24 A.M.)

565 
To My Conscience

You’ve guided me to care for all Mankind,
that Man was rightful heir to peace of mind.

You’ve taught me to comply with Nature’s Laws,
to honor earth and sky, (to weed my flaws).

Your patience well displays how much you know.
Thank you for all the ways you’ve helped me grow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday October 8, 2004; 4:20 A.M.)

566 
Until We Get It Right (1)

With the utmost respect, 
I humbly share this day,
that the Great Architect
also wrote a great play.

It has dynamic parts
(responses write our act).
To purify our hearts,
and thus fulfil our pact.

The scenes, of course, will change.
The earth provides a place,
where roles create a range
culture, color and race.

We live that we discern,
(until we get it right),
and pray Mankind will learn
to operate with light.

If what I sense is true
we never really die,
and so I say to you –
hello and not good-bye.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday October 9, 2004; 4:25 A.M.)

567 
That All May Learn

In our suit of stardust we must discern,
in whom to place our trust that all may learn.

From womb to earthly tomb Man strives to glow.
Our joy defeats our gloom – this we bestow.

Joy’s vibratory rate (our happiness)
is shield against Man’s hate, as well as stress.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday October 11, 2004; 3:49 A.M.)

568 
To Wash Our Ways

When Soul communes with Soul, we then will find,
we’ve purified our goal and cleansed our mind.

When heart communes with heart, then love will flow,
to add to that great art, where feelings glow.

Lovers bathe and refresh, to wash our ways,
as flesh communes with flesh to mend our days.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday October 12, 2004; 5:42 A.M.)

569 
A Settlement Of Differences By Mutual Concessions

It is a give and take. What to discard?
Her future is at stake. Habits die hard.

But is she so inclined to compromise?
Attachments of the mind can ill advise.

Independence or bride, can both be wife?
Heart alone must decide her path in life.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday October 13, 2004; 3:32 A.M.)

570 
Beyond The Mind’s Consent

Where Soul directs the mind love is an art.
There honesty is kind and life is heart.

This could be that moment, that rarity.
Beyond the mind’s consent feelings agree.

Our future’s made today, as our warm glow
declares that holiday all lovers know.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday October 13, 2004; 5:01 A.M.)

571 
Poem Maker

Like flowers we need light that we may grow.
Our needs, dreams and insight make poems glow.

Man responds to this life (crude to sublime).
We mold that joy or strife, sometimes in rhyme.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday October 14, 2004; 5:46 A.M.)

572 
Of This I’m Sure

Peace on Earth with free-will, can it be done?
Can hearts bring forth the skill to make it fun?

If it were up to me to find a way,
I’d change our ‘Me’ to ‘We’, and start today.

Yet we all have the right to pick and choose,
then follow in that light come win or lose.

Man’s chosen ‘Me’ as boss. Of this I’m sure.
It’s hard to learn from loss, where pain’s the cure.

I think the prudent choice is to comply
with God’s wise inner voice to simplify.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday October 15, 2004; 5:56 A.M.)

573 
Feelings That Heal

A laugh may unconfound. (That’s the rumor).
Perhaps God can’t be found without humor.

Man is a search to find the source of sun,
yet most make use of mind to have some fun.

To make this life worthwhile heart must touch heart,
then love is quick to smile. Now that’s pure art!

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday October 17, 2004; 4:35 A.M.)

574 
The Perfect Resume

Of all the things I know in this brief stay,
the greatest is to grow a resume.

Not for the jobs we’ve done that certify
skills with hands, mind or gun. These don’t apply.

But let the list be long with excellence
in that which makes hearts strong – benevolence.

To those who honor Soul, this would I share.
It is the purest goal that Man may dare.

There is no better start to focus mind,
than recreate a heart to serve Mankind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday October 18, 2004; 4:54 A.M.)

575 
That Cornerstone Called Heart

(for my Masonic coach)

That cornerstone called heart is ours to earn.
Harmony is an art we all can learn.

But we must want it more than war or wealth,
or discords we explore, to harm our health.

There is no dividend, where Man will seed
those thoughts that do offend and grow to deed.

May God light up our way. May fortitude
fill every mind today with gratitude.

May prudence teach us why humility
will heal and simplify, then set us free.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday October 19, 2004; 5:03 A.M.)

576 
To Warm Our Ways

Dawn. A nightful of light, through subtle rays,
welcomes our star of sight to warm our ways.

Once many now just one. We wake to know
the beauty of our sun that we may grow.

On this we all agree. It’s secret lies
beyond what we can see with earthly eyes.

For sure, in microwave, with solar flare,
it watched us leave our cave, and felt us dare.

In ultraviolet, and infrared,
it watches us forget our source of bread.

Right now (in waves unknown) it sees our goal,
and watches what’s not sown for God and Soul.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday October 20, 2004; 6:13 A.M.)

577 
Subtle But True

That lack of discernment’s a recipe
for early internment, most would agree.

We live our causation. Sure the mystic,
with reincarnation, knows thoughts can kick.

Let this be a warning all good should heed.
While joy’s in your sowing you will succeed.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday October 22, 2004; 5:04 A.M.)

578 
Hallelujah

“Of course, the bad can learn to cure their ways,
from life they can discern to calm their days.
But bad we never arm with our estate,
for they would do much harm and breed much hate.
Here’s what our good are taught to feel great joy –
‘Your most beautiful thought you must deploy.’
Our advice you will find joins heart and mind.”

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday October 24, 2004; 4:09 A.M.)

579 
Space Birth

Beyond our planet Earth (by luck or grace)
no human’s given birth in outer space.

The pregnant just can’t ride, until such day,
our mothers can decide (or stowaway).

More than biology will get complex,
those forms with P.O.B. are bound to vex.

Alien-yet-homespun – that time is near,
but some will have their fun in stratosphere.

And who will vouch for those with mind afar,
when they arrive unfroze from wished on star?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday October 24, 2004; 7:22 A.M.)
P.O.B. (place of birth)

580 
Message To Myself (October 25, 2004)

Wear your most joyful smile. It’s your great art.
It makes the day worthwhile to share your heart.

Sure then you can expect, throughout the day,
your smile to have effect without delay.

And they will pass it on to all they know,
and those will find their dawn that they may glow.

Wear your most joyful smile. It’s your great art.
It makes the day worthwhile to share your heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday October 25, 2004; 4:09 A.M.)

581
Going Within    October 25, 2004

In every flowerbed blossoms are its glory.
Garden’s unattended tell our saddest story.

I found inside my heart some beautiful ideals.
They strived to then impart that joyfulness which heals.

May I learn well this day the harmony they share,
that I may soon convey how much I really care.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday October 25, 2004; 5:56 A.M.)

582 
The Quality Of Thought

Joy’s a feeling of great delight.
Sadness will bring the cold of night.
Now choose we will (and choose we must),
then drink our fill. The law is just.
May we discern where beauty lies,
that we may learn and then advise.
Don’t make a mess of happiness.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday October 26, 2004; 4:38 A.M.)

583 
Poem Puzzle

Squares it contains, and sits on one.
Not found in planes. Now ain’t this fun?
Not just by chance is this the key –
three sides per glance is all we see.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday October 27, 2004; 4:45 A.M.)

584 
I’ll Never Forget You

(For Maryellen: 5 Feb. 1938 – 3 Aug. 2004, Magnificent Wife)

Beyond a doubt (with no despair),
when I reach out you are not there.

This I accept and then begin –
(I’m more adept at reaching in),

and with mind art, through memory,
open my heart for God to see.

That’s where love flows and unifies,
that’s when love glows with no good-byes.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday October 27, 2004; 5:56 A.M.)

585 
Nature Is Our Teacher

My response is delight for me and you,
that God shares great insight for all to view.

Inner weather is one, where we will find
things grow to spoil our fun from thoughts unkind.

The sun’s warm dawning ray brings tomorrow.
Beauty I choose today. Joy will follow.

Now share this healing mood like plants share seeds.
(A joyful attitude makes joyful deeds).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday October 28, 2004; 5:51 A.M.)

586 
When Love Is Real

So far beyond Man’s mind, this glimpse of Soul,
lends beauty to the kind, and makes them whole.
We learn God’s sacred art, when love is real.
There, where heart touches heart, the lonely heal.
May we extend our care, to re-supply,
with attitude of prayer, that warmth won’t die.
Perhaps we’ll then agree love is our key.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday October 29, 2004; 6:37 A.M.)

587 
To You, My Next Incarnation

So you will know my heart: God is my goal.
I use in whole or part the art of Soul.

The road to Paradise, for those who dare,
is paved with good advice, by those who care.

The way we act today, the friends we choose,
will write our future play to win or lose.

That voice within is best. When we discern
The good from all the rest, we start to learn.

By then, you’re sure to find, and come to know,
that service to Mankind is how we grow.

May charity prevail, and prudence guide,
may small (and great) detail be purified.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday October 30, 2004; 5:40 A.M.)

588 
Reverence The Mother Of Agni Yoga

(for Helena Roerich)

So few have gone higher to set the pace.
You passed the test of fire in heart and space.
With everyone who dares ethically,
your Path of Beauty shares it’s joyful key.
Your Agni Yoga Age keeps Man alive,
by teaching us to gage how love may thrive.
Our hearts will be renewed with gratitude.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday October 31, 2004; 5:18 A.M.)

589 
Learning To Paint At Sixty One

How my colors get mixed may take some time.
(My mistakes can be fixed just like my rhyme).

The choice of color scheme (happy or blue)
depends upon my theme and point of view.

Now texture plays a role with smooth or rough.
It helps to bare my Soul and all that stuff.

Some lines and shapes free me. With one brushstroke
a blob becomes a tree. (Art can provoke).

Acrylics are great fun. They entertain.
I like to paint the sun, and not the rain.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday October 31, 2004; 6:49 A.M.)

590 
With All My Heart

In my fire of spirit I’m whole not part,
for there I recommit with all my heart.
Yes, there’s a place I go inside, to find
my God-and-Goodness-glow to serve Mankind.
I need to feel my Source – (my joy in life).
It’s there in all, of course, to heal our strife.
But some have lost their way to warm their day.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday November 1, 2004; 5:43 A.M.)

591 
Love Is God’s Recipe

Love is God’s recipe. Heart blends with heart.
This mix of unity is Man’s best art.
Love is a taste of Soul (our pause for life).
We live our lofty goal, and not our strife.
How long then will love last, when served too ruff?
If future flows from past, not long enough.
It’s gentle love we know that makes us glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday November 2, 2004; 4:43 A.M.)

592 
The Great Transmutation

We build a fire. (Call it ascent).
Here we’ll expire Man’s discontent.
What is that glow? Our lust for gold
affects the flow. The flames burn cold.
There’s a platform to weave our spin,
to misinform, that we may win.
And so we earn what we discern.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday November 3, 2004; 6:36 A.M.)

593 
Alien

What’s alien to me shows up each day
in form of our debris (scrap thrown away).
The process is life long. I speak of mind.
What some dismiss as wrong could heal Mankind.
My hope’s that we’ll be taught how to discern,
that quality of thought is ours to learn.
Mind-trash will always show how much we know.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday November 3, 2004; 6:03 A.M.)

594 
Love

For me respect and care will set the stage
for hearts to meet and share (to write their page).
And much to our delight, beyond our ways,
they touch with inner light and rule our days.
It is that glimpse-of-life, that joyous flow,
where minds are free from strife and smiles will glow.
The fun has just begun, when two are one.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday November 4, 2004; 4:58 A.M.)

595 
You Have To Know When To Die

Our pulse reflects our day. We store the heat
of all that we survey in each heartbeat.
But there are times we choose to calm that flow.
(When Man has much to lose, it’s time to glow).
Our “Me-First” nods to Soul, and sets it free,
to work it’s charming goal as referee.
“Me” then restarts the game of wealth and fame.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday November 4, 2004; 6:33 A.M.)

596 
What If They’re Not The Same?

What if they’re not the same? The stars I mean –
different beyond name, in thoughts unseen.

What if there’s a Starkind? Could that be right?
Could Points of Light have mind? (And do they fight?)

Should we attempt contact at our Earth stage?
Would we know how to act to not enrage?

Perhaps a work of art, poem or play,
would let them know our heart receives their ray.

Some children of earth’s sun have come to know
the galaxy as fun, a great light show.

But there are yet a few (thought to be odd),
who hold that subtle view that all is God.

And these, if found, may share an attitude,
where beauty, joy and care make gratitude.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday November 5, 2004; 5:32 A.M.)

597 
Harmless

Well wouldn’t it be nice if Man’s “destroy”
(in hopes of paradise) changed into joy.
Now that would be a mood – a holiday,
served with great gratitude and great display.
“Ya-but” would that wind blow? Not now. Not here.
Not with the “Man” I know – the selfish profiteer.
Yet, for me, in my heart, it is a start.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday November 6, 2004; 4:26 A.M.)

598 
They Roam At Will

There is a lot less mess, in God’s great play,
(less foolishness, less stress) when thoughts obey.
Like some kids at the mall, they roam at will.
(Time for an overhaul of our free will).
Free now to be prudent. Free to be kind.
Free now to supplement with heart and mind.
Free now to choose to know our choice to grow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday November 6, 2004; 5:43 A.M.)

599 
Heart Art

Now some may think it odd, (and some quite smart).
You see, not without God, Man learns this art.

What all does it include? Is it romance?
Is it an interlude felt in a glance?

Will it calm our whirlpool? One thing’s for sure,
they don’t teach this in school. It’s too obscure.

Well, if I were to guess from what I’ve seen,
I’d begin with kindness as evergreen.

From there such gentle ways give clarity,
as it matures it’s days with charity.

But wait. There’s more to learn – a strength unspent,
and wisdom to discern who’s in ascent.

It’s beauty shares a key that all may know,
as if to say, “Be free, you too can glow.”

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday November 7, 2004; 6:44 A.M.)

600 
Earth Anthem

We need a great Earth song that all can sing,
so beautiful and strong, and green like spring.
It’s notes will have one goal – joy so profound,
they bring a smile to Soul, as hearts resound.
It’s rhythm will be pure, it’s lyrics warm,
it’s tones will bring a cure as we transform.
All Nature is a key, when minds are free.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday November 8, 2004; 4:07 A.M.)

601
A Note For My Next Incarnation   November 9, 2004

When life turns on the heat, with its pressure,
that’s when you go upbeat and find the cure.
It truly is an art that all may learn.
The door to Soul is heart, where God we earn.
The door to heart is mind filled with beauty.
Learn to discern, then find your subtle key.
It’s then your love will flow, and you will glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday November 9, 2004; 3:33 A.M.)

602 
Oops

Stargazing can be fun. My telescope
views planets, moons and sun and feeds my hope.

It’s bigger than we thought, (this solar show).
We’ve seen what’s not been taught – deep space can glow.

We love to speculate with facts not known.
In time we soon create (homegrown) our own.

Then in great convention, we throw away
(due to new invention) our “yesterday”.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday November 9, 2004; 4:36 A.M.)

603 
End Talk

The humbleness of age is curative.
There is no sign of rage, I just forgive.
Yet I get regretful (and discontent)
in being forgetful to some extent.
Yes, something to work on without delay,
for the beauty of dawn brings joy each day,
(which I intend to spend beyond the end).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday November 10, 2004; 5:39 A.M.)

604 
On This Most Can Agree

On this most can agree, beyond a doubt,
Man strives to be happy, yet pain wins out.
The wise learn to rejoice in all their ways,
they know their saddest choice brings sadder days.
With our every sorrow, we live the cost,
for cold is tomorrow where beauty’s lost.
May our prudence deploy our greatest joy.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday November 10, 2004; 7:21 A.M.)

605 
Message To Myself (November 11, 2004)

(Response-ability)

Response creates future. This we now know.
Quality is Man’s cure, (there hearts can glow).
Each choice has it’s effect from small to great.
The more that we reflect, the less we hate.
Every thought is a seed. Beauty is best. 
It brings God to the deed through our request.
Our tomorrows are spent by our intent.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday November 11, 2004; 4:40 A.M.)

606 
Happy Holidays    November 11, 2004

(To all Warriors of Light, thank you for your service.)

May everyone delight, while feelings glow.
It’s time for heart and Light, that love may flow.
May we all search and find, and then inspire,
that peace which calms the mind – (God’s great cease-fire).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday November 11, 2004; 5:50 A.M.)

607 
The Ideal Group

(for my Masonic coach)

We put our trust in God, and often find,
some think it kind of odd, we help Mankind.
There’s a certain respect that leads to care.
In prudence we reflect and then prepare.
Joy fortifies our way, as we discern,
to beautify our day with all we learn.
We make benevolence our common sense.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday November 12, 2004; 3:38 A.M.)

608 
A Vegetarian’s Nightmare

Well, my TV began blinking
like a navy ships signal code.
Alarmed, my mind started thinking
this crazy box might soon explode.
But then, how very suspicious.
The message “tasted” delicious.

No doubt commercials from Neptune
cross-whispered the subconscious net.
Joe’s truck stop from a hi-tech moon
cyber-hawked “the best burger yet”.
There will be burgers for breakfast
and burgers for lunch (while they last).

Perhaps burgers for months on end
will be our destined karmic plight.
The burger will not be our friend,
unless we can find some delight,
to keep our taste buds from riot
or alter this nightmare diet.

My hope is that space makes repairs
and desists designing my dreams,
with selfish desires and cares
that so many now think supreme.
But I’ve a feeling I will find,
I need to dream with heart not mind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday November 13, 2004; 5:13 A.M.)

609 
A Happy Holidays Wish For You

May you soon find your way, where friendships flow,
and be happy this day in love’s warm glow.
May your garden of peace, with grateful seeds,
become God’s masterpiece of joyful deeds.
May future gladly find, (and think it art)
you beautified your mind by way of heart.
For all the good you do, the good thank you.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday November 14, 2004; 6:04 A.M.)

610 
The Way To Joy

To be God-like I’m told is to create.
It is better than gold, (better than hate).
Good has an attitude. Beautiful ways
outshine the rude and crude for brighter days.
Produce beauty and find you’ll want to sing,
as joy fills heart and mind from life’s great spring.
And that’s how we progress to joyfulness.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday November 15, 2004; 5:19 A.M.)

611 
Everyone Can Win

God thought a game of skill would help God grow.
The plan honored free-will that let love glow.
To get there Man must learn, both day and night,
the best way to discern the path to light.
To help, God made path-laws, (easy to break).
Mistakes became Man’s flaws, (harder to shake).
God gave Man mind and heart to earn God’s art.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday November 15, 2004; 6:34 A.M.)

622 
How Heart Heals Mind

Somebody please invent a way to show
why love is so prudent for Man to grow.
Let it be a stronghold to fortify –
that place for young and old to re-supply.
Let it give confidence to every heart
that our benevolence is God’s great art.
Charity shows Mankind how heart heals mind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday November 16, 2004; 4:32 A.M.)

613 
While You Were Here

By now you’ve found your place (near God no doubt)
from there you still fill space with joy throughout.
My earthly point of view still needs more light.
Each time I think of you my throat gets tight.
You brought joy to my life while you were here.
I miss you friend and wife with love sincere.
This poem-tear’s a kiss with emphasis.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday November 16, 2004; 5:48 A.M.)

614 
God’s Hidden Key

Like the slow pink of dawn to sleepy eye,
it lingers then is gone. We too will die.

Yet morning does return and so do we,
until we can discern God’s hidden key.

It is that certain glow, which can’t be bought.
The Higher will bestow the leading thought.

We are the cause of pain, that is for sure,
but joy will keep us sane as we mature.

Our quest for joy will start when we admit,
our thinking needs our heart to be sunlit.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday November 17, 2004; 6:51 A.M.)

615 
They Rule Our Light

Reactions, fine and crude, both day and night,
create our attitude, (and rule our Light).

They simply modulate, while they’re in charge,
between our love and hate – Mankind “at-large”.

Just what “triggers” rage, anger or fear,
and what, “rattles our cage” to bring a tear?

The world keeps making laws, that we will learn,
to regulate our flaws and thus discern.

The quality of choice, as we’ve been taught,
will bring us to rejoice through our best thought.

Now best includes the heart (a human fact)
that adds the “art” in smart, and warms our act.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday November 18, 2004; 7:17 A.M.)

616 
The Company We Keep

The company we keep, (a human fact)
both awake and asleep, impacts our act.
For most this is not new, yet clouds block light.
We know this to be true, and there’s the fight.
That battle’s in us all, and rages on.
Choose well that you won’t fall. Discern the dawn.
Know what quality choice brings, and warm all things.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday November 19, 2004; 5:48 A.M.)

617 
Let It Be Tonight

I wonder if future will think it odd
that some we call mature put blame on God.
I wonder if Heaven, with all its heart,
is asking itself when we’ll learn their art.
I wonder if today Mankind will find
that fear is not the way, that love warms mind.
I wonder if tonight we’ll dream of Light.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday November 20, 2004; 3:59 A.M.)

618 
Inner Achievement

Flowers of the season, God gave to Man,
to beautify reason and learn to plan.

Pick carefully today those that re-seed.
You’ll meet them on your way in every deed.

Plant colors that will glow in harmony,
that passers-by will know you found the key.

With fragrance promulgate, for all to sense,
you planned for love (not hate) with confidence.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday November 20, 2004; 5:03 A.M.)

619 
Intense Aesthetic Pleasure

I feel Your signature. Beauty by choice,
(no matter how obscure) helps Man rejoice.
It has a prudent twist that fills our day,
and helps us to resist the sad decay.
“Joy is a great delight a pleasure keen”,
which quickly can ignite our world routine.
Your Wisdom of Joy shares a heart that cares.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday November 21, 2004; 5:37 A.M.)

620 
On Love Without Limit

On love without limit, cast a warm eye.
A great love needs great grit. Comply. Comply.
To be not distracted let heart dispense.
The ray that’s refracted shines less intense.
Let this not discourage or turn away,
for our love needs courage like kids need play.
Our strength to serve the Light comes from delight.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday November 21, 2004; 6:55 A.M.)

621 
From Phoenix To Carefree

Well sometimes, like today, with poems done,
I plan to get away (short trips are fun).

My small town recipe, where cacti thrive,
is Phoenix to Carefree*, a nice short drive.

While there, as special treat, my “Carefree-snack” –
a pleasant place to eat, and coffee black.

Where goes the future mind to ruralize
(with Nature and Mankind) and harmonize?

They’ll “get away” somehow, to feel the flow
(a thousand years from now) of Nature’s glow.

But “local” may be far, yet time the same,
to reach a distant star and there “reclaim”.

That which we have within, we think we lose,
when hopes are wearing thin from how we choose.

And yet it’s always there as friend to Man,
when heart and prudence share love say’s, “I can”.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday November 22, 2004; 5:54 A.M.)
* Carefree, Arizona U.S.A.

622 
Our Talisman Of Loveliness

May we so enable our Light today
to write a new fable to guide our way.
May it be a story that thrills the mind,
with exploits of glory to lift Mankind.
May its beauty be smart, enough at least,
to remind us our heart conquers our beast.
May it beat wise and strong, and sing God’s song.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday November 23, 2004; 5:20 A.M.)

623 
End-Play

To create and maintain the great end-play
is our human domain, our great “someday”.
Now “they” will disagree that we must earn
the role of harmony in our sojourn.
I won’t say “they” are wrong, just way off course,
(and forgotten our song, sung by our Source).
To foresee from the start will end in heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday November 24, 2004; 5:44 A.M.)

624 
Weather Watch

Spring has a feel of clean and wakefulness.
It has its special green and joyfulness.

May all savor the treat. Seasons are fun,
but Nature’s game is heat and that means sun.

From there it’s orbital, how close or far,
becomes climatical with our earth-star.

That we won’t lose our place, I pray tonight,
we weather inner space with thoughts of light.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday November 25, 2004; 8:27 A.M.)

625 
With Quality Of Heart

Pebbles disturb our pond, with hopes and such.
How will the shore respond as ripples touch?
Fear, greed and fame forecast “joy with sorrow”.
Thoughts in the now (and past) form tomorrow.
May prudence formulate (and love embrace)
the funeral of hate brought on by grace.
With quality of heart we grow God-smart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday November 26, 2004; 6:05 A.M.)

626 
What, To You, Is Most Important In Masonry?

(for my Masonic coach)

My question is the same, (with chips and dip).
Their answers soon proclaim, “It’s fellowship”.
Masonry is that way. With heart and mind
we work both night and day to help Mankind.
And, in the in-between of achievements,
brotherly love is seen in our events.
It is something that grows, something that glows.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday November 27, 2004; 4:44 A.M.)

627 
No One Yet Knows

Now the Great Caretaker (with thought complete)
has it’s own pacemaker that makes hearts beat.
It’s God’s most special code, (no one yet knows).
We call it Sinus node, and there life flows.
What feeds it, we know not. “So what”, you say.
No bigger than a dot, it makes your day.
It sets your heart to run, for pain or fun.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday November 28, 2004; 4:51 A.M.)

628  
To Green The Way

When “Me-First” thoughts subside, we do return,
where caring wills provide, and minds discern.
Our hearts will be precise (and overflow)
with prudent Soul advice that Man may grow.
Love that inspires is seed to green the way.
It helps us to succeed in God’s Earth-play.
Our joy awaits our plan that says, “I can”.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday November 29, 2004; 6:36 A.M.)

629 
One Mason’s Wish

(for my Masonic coach)

My dawn strengthens my day. Each subtle pink
color-delights the gray, and helps me think.
I respond with a sigh when rainbows share.
Our sun can beautify with greatest flair.
Sunset announces night, that all may know,
we turn from God’s sunlight to God’s star-show.
May the Great Architect help me perfect.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday November 30, 2004; 4:58 A.M.)

630 
It May Take Many Holidays

Some still have a craving to outperform
the great misbehaving of Nature’s storm.

We need to lure them in (to warm their Soul),
where heart can then begin to make mind whole.

Incarnations adjust, through karmic days,
a will that forms a trust with kinder ways.

Sure, it may take a while (and mistletoe),
to turn that frown to smile with beauty’s glow.

But progress is progress, however slight,
and spirit is tireless in battling night.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday December 1, 2004; 5:22 A.M.)

631 
Message To Myself (December 3, 2004)

Where there is willfulness, dreams will crumble.
Balance takes skillfulness (and some humble).
But do be persistent, in that great art,
where mind is consistent when trained by heart.
To find that direction, go now within,
and make the connection you need to win.
The more you dare to care, the more you’ll share.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday December 3, 2004; 4:10 A.M.)

632 
A Note For My Future Incarnations   December 3, 2004

To be a commander will take much skill.
To be a demander will make you ill.
By discerning the seed you know the plant.
To learn not to impede be vigilant.
It’s that which you allow that you become,
and that which you endow can make Man numb.
To find your way to “smart”, remember heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday December 3, 2004; 5:31 A.M.)

633 
Let There Be Heart

As we learn to measure so we attain.
(Our desire for pleasure just leads to pain).
With seeds of love today, let there be heart,
that our most prudent play will be fine-art.
This life is our encore, but not our last.
We harvest (like before) thought-deeds from past.
When charity is key, Man will be free.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday December 5, 2004; 2:38 A.M.)

634 
And I’ve Much More To Know

Our mind is just a glow of Man’s great heart,
and I’ve much more to know of God’s great art.
Earth’s just a silhouette of paradise.
(Lord let me not forget the price of vice).
Keep me from excuses that lead to night,
and all small misuses that dim my light.
Know that I choose Your way to make my day.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday December 5, 2004; 9:10 A.M.)

635 
With Focused Eye

Without concentration, life is in vain.
(Gaps in observation lead to pain).
Man imports and exports ideas to try.
The painful he deports, with focused eye.
When knowledge fills our day then dreams can flow,
there heart knows every way to make love glow.
Someday we may recall – we’ve done it all.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday December 6, 2004; 4:28 A.M.)

636 
That We May Sing

Heaven allowed Mozart (God’s artisan)
music, from Soul to heart, to share with Man.
A gift beyond our words of gratitude,
to match the songs of birds with attitude.
In our battle with night we will strive-on,
and use all tools of light to reach our dawn.
What must the future bring, that we may sing?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday December 7, 2004; 5:29 A.M.)

637 
Feel Sun-Warm

The future must obey what thought assigns.
(Don’t replay yesterday in your headlines).
Make beauty your now-seed and feel sun-warm.
Tomorrow will concede, and wise conform.
And there with your consent (and strength to cure),
mind-echoes will present your signature.
And oh, what joy to know, they’ll find God’s glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday December 8, 2004; 5:29 A.M.)

638 
It’s What Mind Does With Heart

So far from obsolete is Man’s-twilight,
still darkened by deceit and “truths” of night.
Some talk but many growl. Anger ensnares.
Our sorrows do befoul the heart’s affairs.
With Ugly thoughts withdrawn life becomes fun.
Let beauty be your dawn and joy your sun.
When heart is unconfined love warms the mind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday December 9, 2004; 4:02 A.M.)

639 
From Things Unseen

Does drive for power spring from things unseen?
Man dreamed of being king with wife as queen.
Now Yang’s an afterthought and Yin is ‘in’.
(Perhaps an old sunspot has a new spin).
For fear or vainglory mood plays its part.
Genders not our story – heart makes us smart.
Our love will lead that fight, and earn God’s light.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday December 10, 2004; 4:16 A.M.)

640 
The Way Of Light

Man’s fear is tangible. Free-will is fire.
Life is a crucible of all desire.
Wise, strong and beautiful, that’s what we find.
(Mercy is plentiful, when heart meets mind).
Then love is a facet of all thought-seeds,
a warm glowing asset of all our deeds.
Through service we achieve, and undeceive.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday December 13, 2004; 4:14 A.M.)

641 
Beauty Is Best

Where are there greater tales than those which seek?
Not Man the vain prevails, but Man the meek.
Where mind thinks not retreat, beauty is best.
Its joy knows no defeat (Man’s great conquest).
Where patience is an art, the undismayed
then find their way to heart through subtle aid.
There love shows our progress – our happiness.

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday December 14, 2004; 6:00 A.M.)

642 
Those Feelings which Refine

Our thoughts show our degrees of defiance,
yet we are refugees in compliance.
We pay for yesterday gone unheeded,
but age over today left unweeded.
We need to realign, and then brighten,
those feelings which refine and enlighten.
Our hearts know how to glow, where love will flow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday December 15, 2004; 6:15 A.M.)

643 
Mrs. Claus Gets To Play

While Santa fills his sleigh for girls and boys,
Mrs. Claus gets to play with this years toys.

She picked out a present (the exact one)
Heaven itself had sent, and that’s the gun.

It was pink with a bow (quick-draw design).
She would never be slow when it came time.

As Santa’s sleigh took flight, she drew and fired.
Spark-letters filled the night, which all admired.

The words, that lit their sky were, “Peace On Earth”.
(Where minds will beautify, there hearts give birth).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday December 16, 2004; 7:41 A.M.)

644 

Santa Lives In My Heart

Santa lives in my heart. I let him stay
(if he would work his art and joyful way).

I figured his advice would serve me well,
about naughty and nice and how to tell.

Yet there is more to learn to do life right
(much more to my concern for greater light),

for he’s willing to teach with clarity,
if I extend my reach with charity.

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday December 17, 2004; 5:37 A.M.)

645 
Sometimes I Disobey

I take my own advice (that voice within).
It’s prudent and concise and sees through sin.

Sometimes I disobey (more like decline),
and then do it my way by my design.

I blunder and exceed so fancy-free,
then watch my thoughts stampede for all to see.

For sure it helps me learn what is Divine –
(to flag and then discern I, my, and mine).

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday December 19, 2004; 5:23 A.M.)

646 
Santa-Science

Where joy is consistent, without a flaw,
North Pole is persistent (It’s Raindeer-Law).
You see, Santa Science, measured in toys,
is beauty’s alliance with girls and boys,
for there at the ready, far beyond smart,
they aim true and steady, who think with heart.
Good thoughts make paradise from wise advice.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday December 20, 2004; 5:46 A.M.)

647 
Santa’s Creation

A pleasant direction, with great insight,
can lead to perfection through Man’s delight.

With beauty’s-potential to light our way,
that warm heart-credential brings joy to play.

Perhaps an invention will help us win
God’s game of intention played from within.

It’s really quite daring. Each girl and boy,
who cultivates caring, will get a toy.

For sure a provider would help our goal
(to every misguider a lump of coal).

Not just there to frighten, he will record,
in hopes to enlighten and then reward.

Now that’s half the story. (The rest you know).
Santa gets the glory, Man gets to grow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday December 22, 2004; 7:18 A.M.)

648 
The Santa Connection

Love makes “the Holidays” Man’s greatest show,
with colorful displays, and hearts that glow.
It’s a wise connection for young and old, 
to share our affection (and warm our cold).
Santa pays attention (we guarantee).
Giving’s our extension (God’s recipe).
Man’s secret, by design, is ‘ours’, not ‘mine’.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday December 23, 2004; 7:03 A.M.)

649 
Santa’s Solution

A North pole projection lets Santa know
the right toy selection, that love may flow.

Our young seem defiant (What else is new?),
a tad less compliant than me and you.

May all get what’s needed to weed their “rude”.
History’s preceded by attitude.

Go practice forgiving and then play nice.
Be grateful in giving is good advice.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday December 24, 2004; 7:59 A.M.)

650
Ho! Ho! Ho!
Problems in translation on Christmas day
create separation through what we say.

So Santa conceded the bottom-line,
common words were needed that intertwine.

Something that would brighten and hold its glow,
a greeting to lighten that rhymed with snow.

But then came a token to reconcile,
(a moment unspoken) your joyful smile.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday December 25, 2004 (Christmas); 5:51 A.M.)

651

For sure there’s no fable that could impart
God’s busy timetable for your great heart.
Not just fascination served to remind,
but true admiration focused their mind.
You got their attention with your story,
that soon turned dissension into glory.
Comeback and charm our day (the Franklin way).

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday December 26, 2004; 6:38 A.M.)

652
Message To Myself (December 27, 2004)

It’s when you’ve submitted and think benign,
that you are permitted God’s intertwine.
The art of forgiving will keep you sane
(a way of outliving yesterdays pain).
The road to salvation, if you are smart,
begins with creation in your own heart.
There let beauty bestow a joyful glow.

 Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday December 27, 2004; 5:38 A.M.)

653 
God Made Incarnations

We will have perfected our charity,
when life is respected with clarity.
All our situations help us to know,
God made incarnations that love may glow.
If we are forgiving life is kinder
(pain makes the reliving our reminder).
The wise do say, future is thought today.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday December 28, 2004; 5:43 A.M.)

654 
New Year’s Eve

For sure decorations have filled this day.
Colorful sensations put joy in play.

Many have reflected on “might have been”,
and how we rejected what some call sin.

Not ever with sorrows will we find bliss.
Let all our tomorrows start with a kiss.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday December 30, 2004; 4:16 A.M.)

655 
A Question For The Future

Not great explorations of outer space,
or rich excavations help us embrace.

Man’s long been subjected, in every way,
to hearts misdirected in our Earth-play.

Will we have succeeded when we have taught,
that our love is needed in every thought?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday December 31, 2004; 5:15 A.M.)

656 
Discern And Debug

Some sleep too snug.
Some learn to mug.
Some love the jug.
Some are just smug.
Some live to drug.
Some pull the plug.
When do we hug?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday December 31, 2004; 6:07 A.M.)

657 
My New Year’s Revolution

Here’s my resolution. I start today
(my self-revolution) without delay.
Now I will be kinder to all I meet,
never a fault-finder, or think deceit.
I’ll strive to be cheerful and not descend,
to inflict my “fearful” on any friend.
And so I re-design what’s me and mine.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday January 01, 2005; 5:18 A.M.)

658 
The Greater Secrets Of Mother Nature

By my calculation they’re locked away,
for Man’s graduation to kinder play.
Our fear and avarice don’t recommend
a heart-felt synthesis where we transcend.
When love is expanding (by our design),
our vain understanding may realign,
then terminate all vital signs of hate.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday January 02, 2005; 5:59 A.M.)

659 
It’s Time, Valentine

It’s God’s great solution to worldly stress,
and our evolution of happiness.

You know it’s true,
I need someone like you.

It’s not fascination. Cupid is smart.
He knows admiration comes from the heart.

It’s meant to be,
You need someone like me.

It’s love-pure emotion, that when divine,
two make, with devotion, one valentine.

May all soon know
our feelings by our glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday January 03, 2005; 7:05 A.M.)

660 
My Greatest Valentine

I feel disconnected now that you’re gone.
I know I’m expected soon to move-on.
What is your timetable for your return,
and will Soul enable me to discern.
What country, what culture, and in what race
(what part of the future will feel your grace)?
In our dreams then, until we meet again.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday January 04, 2005; 5:12 A.M.)

661 
This Is The Day, Valentine

You’re in my heart my valentine,
so cute and smart and yes, so fine.
And now’s the day to let you know,
I love the way you make me glow.
You are my sun my own true light.
You bring me fun, with great delight.
Now can you feel my love is real?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday January 04, 2005; 5:51 A.M.)

662 
You’re The One, Valentine

Now here’s my bottom-line, that you should know.
I love you valentine from long ago.

It’s time for the sunrise of Soul delight,
that time to harmonize our Inner light.

So let it be this day our hearts agree,
to beat their special way for you and me.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday January 05, 2005; 5:12 A.M.)

663 
My Heart, My Valentine

I figure that we’re due. 
Too long, we’ve been apart.
It’s time for me and you, 
a time for mind and heart.

It’s time for sun to rise.
Where beauty brings delight,
and love can specialize,
in ways to share the light.

To be a better friend
to those along the way,
will help all to transcend
the flaws of yesterday.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday January 05, 2005; 6:30 A.M.)

664 
God Loves Freemasonry

(for my Masonic coach)

God recommends the Mason’s heart,
to moral friends, who work God’s art.

God does advise the Mason’s mind,
to harmonize, and help Mankind.

God cultivates the Mason’s Soul,
to permeate, each worthy goal.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday January 06, 2005; 8:30 A.M.)

665 
A Mason’s Like A Sculptor

(for my Masonic coach)

To plan with clarity and strength of heart
is to make charity our chosen art.

It soon becomes a theme, and then a goal.
It flows into a dream that touches Soul.

A glimpse of the ideal, that’s what Man needs,
to change, to grow, to heal, to seed our deeds.

You ask what masons do. To God we pray,
to raise our point of view, then “chip” away.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday January 07, 2005; 6:33 A.M.)

666 
Growing Old Gratefully

I find I’ve expanded around the waist.
My thoughts go unbranded, sometimes in haste.

I find I’m unable to run a mile,
but my mind is stable, and I still smile.

I find I’m preceded by not a few,
who earlier weeded their point of view.

I find I’m forgiving in my surveys
of thoughts I’m outliving (life’s stowaways).

I find I’m outwitted before I start,
for I have permitted my warmth of heart.

I find I’ve befriended Humanity.
My angry transcended to charity.

I find I’m atomic (mostly God space).
We live astronomic, this Human race.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday January 10, 2005; 3:58 A.M.)

667 
No Less Will Liberate

It’s time to terminate Man’s foolish toys.
Let hearts perpetuate Man’s greater joys.

All life will validate this good advice.
No less will liberate, no more entice.

And here is an earful for those that hate,
it pays to be cheerful and radiate.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday January 10, 2005; 4:56 A.M.)

668
A Toast To Beauty

We need an emphasis as large as sun,
and pleasant like a kiss. (We need some fun).

Now beauty is pleasure. To joy it leads.
Such great human treasure can fill our deeds.

So here’s to loveliness, Man’s graceful art,
that feels life’s sweet caress in every heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday January 11, 2005; 4:59 A.M.)

669 
Ideas

Some are hard to follow. (Simple is nice).
Some are hard to swallow. (Check out the price).
Some stimulate the mind. (Some put to sleep).
Some help all human kind. (Some make us weep).

Now here’s what we should know. We must discern,
which ones augment our glow, and which will burn.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday January 11, 2005; 5:45 A.M.)

670 
We Have A Few Questions …

In all of creation what makes life flow?
What great cultivation gives life its glow?
Are we unattended? Why do we dream?
Has Mankind offended? Why do we scheme?
Is life a reminder hate will deplete?
Can we all be kinder to those we meet?
What makes Man whole? Will we make love our goal?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday January 12, 2005; 5:12 A.M.)

671 
A Question, Hope, And Comment

Will gratitude become Man’s goal?
(Such attitude could make Man whole).
As charity is Man’s sunrise,
humility could humanize.
But we learn slow, and it could rain.
(The way we grow is full of pain).
Yet beauty’s light holds great delight.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday January 12, 2005; 6:46 A.M.)

672 
A New Sunrise

From my own inspection of Human kind,
there’s one imperfection that haunts my mind.
“Truth without charity” (our heartless skill),
lives in cold clarity, licensed to kill.
Well I have befriended a new sunrise,
where love is extended to harmonize.
To some it’s ‘just’ a dream (but it’s ‘my’ dream).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday January 13, 2005; 6:39 A.M.)

673 
Our Truest Thanksgiving

In wholesale defiance from Man’s blind spot,
some feel that our science must be a plot.

We have our pretenses of what Man knows,
but beyond five senses the world still glows.

The “Whole” reality escapes our play,
with great finality we judge our day.

Our truest thanksgiving is attitude,
for what’s more forgiving than gratitude.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday January 14, 2005; 6:45 A.M.)

674 
There Lived The Human Race

What lives without the sun? Nasty or nice,
Man soon would have no fun, with Earth as ice.

On frozen globes in space, our life can’t flow.
“There lived the Human Race, with their faint glow.”

Without their solar heat (and no sunrise),
they found they could not eat or humanize.

They strived to comprehend how great the cost
to count their closest friend among the lost.

They failed to heed what’s real, but not what’s vain,
and came, at last, to feel they were their pain.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday January 16, 2005; 4:54 A.M.)

675
One May Discern

Have you ever asked why, at day’s last glow,
when colors fill our sky, Earth’s-turning slow?

Why color and not sound to look afar,
where all those lights abound, beyond our star?

Perhaps fragrance would do as sun-alarm,
for sparkling change of view with all it’s charm.

Behind the Grand Design, one may discern,
great love for all Mankind, that we may learn.

For some it could unroll the Cosmic Way.
For some it may console the hardest day.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday January 17, 2005; 6:06 A.M.)

676 
Our Valentine

You are my valentine. To play Your part,
you dwell, by Your design, deep in my heart.

You are our valentine. With love You wait,
for us to redefine the perfect mate.

Our lives are Your story, Your subtle theme.
Our love is Your glory, Your subtle dream.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday January 18, 2005; 4:20 A.M.)

677 
Let Love Drive

We’ve breached our space limit set by old Mars,
that love may not permit more cars than stars.

Impatience surely sparks, in Me-First mode,
a round of crude remarks, to heat the road.

Weapons accelerate our greatest fears,
and vehicles of hate are fueled with tears.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday January 18, 2005; 5:50 A.M.)

678 
My New Year’s Decisions

What’s all the commotion? It’s nothing new.
With each change of notion comes a fresh view.
Each thought has it’s feelings that animate.
Many contain healings. (Some devastate).
Which choices bring a smile? Which bring a tear?
Which dealings are worthwhile, for my New Year?
Discern my heart, discern. Discern and learn.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday January 19, 2005; 5:08 A.M.)

679 
Santa’s Return

Santa’s face showed concern. It lost it’s joy,
over one small return, a broken toy.

This he did not foresee. Was it a sign?
Elves need no warrantee. Was it design?

Perhaps it’s attitude, about the pay.
Elves with no gratitude? (Nope, not their way).

Then he heard himself snore, and Santa woke.
He would dream never more of things that broke.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday January 20, 2005; 6:54 A.M.)

680 
Experiential

It’s true, beyond a doubt, for good or sin,
Man’s built to go without and not within.

Our search of the “outer” expands our view,
which lives in the “inner” of me and you.

The Source of every star earns deep respect,
as we go just so far and then reflect.

It’s something of an art how space reveals
the landscapes of the heart, and how Man feels.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday January 21, 2005; 5:01 A.M.)

681 
Our Great Sunrise

They say Man’s mostly space. It sounds like fun,
to watch electrons race around their sun.

That nucleus, we’re told, to help life flow,
will polarize and hold, like glue to grow.

Perhaps we could compile and then display
the orbit of a smile (joy’s own pathway).

But where would it then start (concatenate)?
Is it in mind or heart that we elate?

And how long would we need, to analyze,
a glowing smile from seed – Man’s great sunrise?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday January 23, 2005; 7:14 A.M.)

682 
On the Light Side, Valentine

It’s not speculation on paradise,
or mere fascination with someone nice.
My thoughts have stampeded. You energize.
My hopes have exceeded my own sunrise.
Let us, at last, embrace my valentine,
with tender love and grace we’ll intertwine.
With each great kiss, great love becomes great bliss.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday January 24, 2005; 6:28 A.M.)

683 
Sun Heart #2

It’s common place. Men live and die
their Earthly pace, yet not know why.

With every day, that we react,
we choose our way, feeling or fact.

The prudent learn beauty is fun,
with joy they earn their warmth of sun.

That happy glow is nothing new.
It helps us grow God’s point of view.

There we make friends and hope can dream.
When patience mends, love can redeem.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday January 26, 2005; 4:07 A.M.)

684 
Albireo

Cygnus, the swan, will show, from beak afar,
its blue and yellow glow of double-star.

At times we feel spacious and seek night sky,
where beauty is gracious and calms the eye.

There where lovers delight, and star is sun,
our treasury of light shares rays of fun.

For sure they hold a key (there all the while)
to set stargazers free with every smile.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday January 27, 2005; 8:40 A.M.)

685 
Hocus-Pocus Now Refocus

Orbiting telescopes have come our way,
to stretch our minds and hopes past yesterday.
Perhaps it’s God’s tactic (as our best friend)
that Man go galactic to comprehend.
What will we now export? What emphasis
will leave our Earth space-port, with wave and kiss?
Will heart advise, launch not before sunrise?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday January 28, 2005; 4:50 A.M.)

686 
Viewing Their Response To Life

Do not know where to start? It’s not that hard.
Art shows the artist’s heart, a great Placard.
Some palettes are so sad. Some color pain.
Some shades are tight-fist mad. Some quite insane.
Some tones love and reflect on Nature’s way.
They help us to perfect a calmer day.
Some tint with hope, their whole kaleidoscope.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday January 28, 2005; 6:51 A.M.)

687 
Quality Control

Perhaps we should reflect on what we spin.
(Where our thoughts intersect, spirals begin).

Now is there a telling, which will combine?
Will both be rebelling, or one divine?

Where, in space, will it go? What will it do?
Some spirals help Man glow. Some dim our view.

So much is unspoken to not entice,
yet love is a token of sound advice.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday January 29, 2005; 6:00 A.M.)

688 
The Sinus Node And The Great Architect

Of all I could discern,
from my sixty one years,
the best was too unlearn
my foolishness and fears.

But that would take too long
(although I had the will).
I might be too far gone,
or just not have the skill.

Some may go unsubdued,
and that would be a crime.
So I used gratitude,
and worked it overtime.

I started with our space,
the Milky Way and all,
but God slowed down my pace,
and soon I faced the small.

I felt my next heart beat,
as my most precious gift,
then life became a treat,
and hearts were to uplift.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday January 30, 2005; 5:32 A.M.)

689 
Message To Myself (January 31,2005)

Man must be pursuing
the happiness of heart,
for knowing and doing
are galaxies apart.

Here is my best advice.
Do not let sadness reign.
It has a hidden price,
and only leads to pain.

Don’t think that your sorrows
will not poison the flow.
Fill all your tomorrows
with life’s most joyful glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday January 31, 2005; 4:51 A.M.)

690 
The Buffet As A Gift

No doubt the greatest treat, 
for me, the extra large,
is going out to eat
without the extra charge.

I’m ready and able
and loyal to my taste.
(Won’t desert the table,
or let food go to waste).

My scale’s not feeling right.
It’s reading in the “Why?”.
Some say it’s appetite
that makes me need that pie.

It could be glandular,
or trauma as a child,
or maybe it’s a star,
from birth, that just went wild.

But whatever the cause,
I’m living the effect.
I now so need to pause
and learn to introspect.

May God show me the way,
to pray for discipline,
and start my road “someday”
to plump, or even thin.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday February 1, 2005; 5:32 A.M.)

691 
Sing To Me, Valentine

Beyond speculation of love’s design,
You’re my avocation, my valentine.
Your beauty gives access (There’s no retreat).
You bring me happiness that feels complete.
That my notes may belong in your prelude,
I sing my healing song of gratitude.
Let no one think it odd to honor God.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday February 2, 2005; 6:14 A.M.)

692 
Bridges, Gates And Paths

I figure it’s a crime,
to let the years fly by,
without those thoughts sublime;
“How come?”, “What for?”, and “Why?”.

From there we may just learn,
that humanizing mood,
which helps us to discern
the warmth of gratitude.

Grateful then strives to find
(well hidden in the heart)
that light, which is Mankind,
whereby love gets its start.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday February 3, 2005; 4:58 A.M.)

693 
One For The Masonic Road

(for my Masonic coach)

Its circles can instruct
in those particulars,
where skill will help construct
life’s perpendiculars.

It’s made to close the gaps,
where arcs are left undone,
by our crude overlaps,
which wear the mask of fun.

In hopes to see all sides
(and let the raised discern)
it also subdivides –
with prudence do we learn.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday February 3, 2005; 6:18 A.M.)

694 
Wondering About Mrs. Right

Lord, will her illusions match up with mine,
and can her confusions free not confine?
Will she be virtuous in self-esteem?
Will we be generous with our new dream?
Will she be forgiving of my mistakes,
and can she be soothing with all my aches?
Will she be smart, and let joy fill her heart?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday February 4, 2005; 5:59 A.M.)

695 
Trustees Or Refugees

Some say our reach for space,
our next great get-a-way,
will save the Human Race,
from boredom and decay.

Perhaps it will delight,
the farther out we go,
to see, in God’s own light,
our galaxy aglow.

Don’t make our stay too long,
from flowers, hills and streams.
We need to hear Earth’s song,
and then fulfil her dreams.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday February 5, 2005; 6:33 A.M.)

696 
Perennial Reflections

What will be my sun sign,
for next incarnation?
What land will I call mine?
Where will I vacation?

What karma sets my stage?
Will my script play me free?
Will I do calm or rage?
Will my parents love me?

The past has much to say,
from thoughts of long ago,
that manifest today,
and make tomorrows flow.

This private collection,
from lifetimes of thinking,
is up for rejection, 
correction and linking.

It’s much to God’s credit,
that we each have a choice,
to think and then edit,
to connect and rejoice.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday February 6, 2005; 4:33 A.M.)

697 
Why Does Each Rainbow Need A Right Angle?

(for my Masonic coach)

It permeates us all
(from the crude to gracious).
We find it in the small,
and the very spacious.

It’s always in season,
and surely helps us grow.
It satisfies reason,
and feeds our drive to know.

It started in God’s heart
(right next to charity)
as geometric art
that offers clarity.

It invites to explore,
quite far beyond our reach,
to find there’s always more,
where God decides to teach.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday February 7, 2005; 6:27 A.M.)

698
My Next

With my next joyful thought,
and all that it may give,
through ways that You have taught,
let it be curative.

Let my next breath preserve,
humility as art,
that through Your love I serve,
with ever grateful heart.

Lord, for my next heart beat,
and all that it might do,
through human hands and feet,
please let me say, thank You.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday February 8, 2005; 4:42 A.M.)

699 
Gender Bender Number One

(Happy Mother’s Day)

Some think God lives in space,
and wisely works His art.
From there He can embrace
the whole and every part.
But that’s not quite the case.
(How do space-rumors start?)
Look close, and find Her face,
in every joyful heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday February 9, 2005; 7:26 A.M.)

700 
Circumevolving

(for my Masonic Coach)

With the square as trigger,
the radius extends.
The circle gets bigger,
and Hiram makes more friends.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday February 10, 2005; 7:36 A.M.)

701 
Thanksgiving On Earth

It’s one demonstrator
of how division starts.
Greed, the great inflator,
devalues human hearts.

Yet many pass this test.
They have a healing mood.
This life is at its best,
when lived with gratitude.

Well this is nothing new.
We’ve heard it all before,
but failed to change our view,
and kept on wanting more.

And now we’re used to pain,
that comes from our extreme,
and think it quite insane,
to weave a grateful dream.

May we discern and know.
Respect will lead to share,
and that creates a glow.
(God smiles in those who care).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday February 11, 2005; 5:59 A.M.)

702 
Second Thoughts

Lots of money, we spend,
to leave our native Earth.
I hope we don’t offend
this sacred place of birth, 
and go before we end
our lessons of great worth.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday February 12, 2005; 4:41 A.M.)

703 
Valentine, It Truly Is The Thought That Counts

If I were to advise,
on how we should proceed,
I would not criticize,
or tell you what to weed.

The beautiful refines,
(if Nature has her way).
It warms and realigns,
as sunrise fills our day.

We will be known as smart,
when our benevolence,
(and all the ways of heart)
become our common sense.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday February 13, 2005; 5:01 A.M.)

704
The Right Altitude

Orbits are ellipses,
with elegance and grace.
Perhaps their eclipses
are lessons taught in space.

Our moon reflects our sun.
Night light is quite an art.
Now wouldn’t it be fun,
if mind reflected heart?

But what will we then do,
when thought affects delight,
and thus quite dims our view
as sadness fills our sight?

Some re-discover this,
the sun’s always shining.
Gratitude leads to bliss.
Man’s always refining.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday February 14, 2005; 6:08 A.M.)

705 
New Year’s Resolutions

It’s much to our credit, that once a year,
we look to re-edit, what once was dear.
It’s our contribution to our sunrise,
a heart-evolution will civilize.
Now some are made in haste (although benign),
and some just for the waist, and its decline.
But some will bring a smile as well worthwhile.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday February 15, 2005; 2:50 A.M.)

706 
Thought Engineering

The quality of choice,
devoid of all deceit,
gives hope most can rejoice
that crude is obsolete.

It sure seems far away
(we’re not ‘that’ forgiving).
Let’s pray we see the day
thoughts become life-giving.

May we construct our dreams,
and let our hearts excel,
(without the work of schemes)
where we, all hurts, dispel.

The more that we transcend,
the more we can befriend.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday February 15, 2005; 4:11 A.M.)

707 
Some Call It Inner-Art

Many go galactic,
to satisfy the mind,
knowledge is their tactic
for helping Humankind.

Few go microscopic,
where life comes down to small.
Less go philanthropic,
and give to one and all.

We play a special part,
in making Man’s sunrise.
Some call it inner-art.
I call it being wise.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday February 16, 2005; 5:56 A.M.)

708 
Yes, I Am A Mason

(for my Masonic coach)

You think love’s a tonic
(something to aid Mankind)?
Good. Let’s talk Masonic,
where heart befriends the mind.

Each virtue has its glow,
its warmth and clarity.
God shares these tools to grow
our seed of charity.

Friendships we celebrate,
within our short lifetime,
give pause to contemplate
a brotherhood sublime.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday February 18, 2005; 5:10 A.M.)

709 
Wherever There Is Life

(for my Masonic coach)

The Good search for their part,
one that does not betray,
the joy of love’s great art,
in God’s most precious play,
to warm the human heart,
and melt the coldest day.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday February 19, 2005; 5:52 A.M.)

710 
The Karma Of Self Interest

We must have offended in our export.
Although unintended, we did distort.
There’s much to be mended, much to abort.
May hearts be extended and love transport.
May all be transcended with god’s support.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday February 20, 2005; 7:03 A.M.)

711 
For Those Who Want To Learn

(for my Masonic coach)

Our hearts do recognize, beyond debate,
change for the Good is wise to celebrate.

Perhaps a holiday will help to heal
tomorrow forged today, from how we feel.

A day of forgiveness might be a key,
to calm our world distress, and set minds free.

Today is what we’ve sown, from past thought-deeds.
The future will enthrone today’s thought-seeds.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday February 21, 2005; 5:00 A.M.)

712 
The Inner Election

The world takes note (forget it not)
of who can vote, and who cannot.

There, in the choice, where minds are free,
our hearts rejoice in liberty.

Until that day, when all take part,
the inner way becomes our art.

When prudence dares to love not hate,
then Human cares perpetuate.

It’s there we show, where freedom lives.
We see its glow as Man forgives.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday February 22, 2005; 5:13 A.M.)

713 
Journey To The East

(for my Masonic coach)

The future brings us space.
Our young think about stars;
weekends on a moon base;
and cell phone calls to Mars.

Long distance does entice,
with fun-filled ways to play.
The search for Paradise
seems always far away.

But youth won’t count the miles,
or gaps of solitude.
It calculates in smiles,
and feats of fortitude.

My yearning to depart,
my striving to explore,
has settled in my heart.
(I travel hard no more).

Yet journeys do exceed,
and pleasures redefine,
beyond the bravest deed,
where love is God’s lifeline.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday February 23, 2005; 4:57 A.M.)

714 
In All My Unlearning

One takes a position. One makes demands.
Heated opposition makes bloody hands.

Man’s quick to take offence, then decimate.
A lost benevolence will lead to hate.

In all my unlearning, I sing a song,
where subtle discerning helps love stay strong.

Let it be no surprise, as we grow old,
in God’s great enterprise prudence is gold.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday February 25, 2005; 6:24 A.M.)

715 
Message To Myself (February 27, 2005)

Is it all about mind,
or all about the heart?
Our answer shapes Mankind,
(and how we play our part).

I hope they will embrace,
to share and then debug,
with gratitude and grace,
all that which makes us smug.

Our search and its striving
beautifies and redeems.
“Unvaining’s” reviving,
and illumines our dreams.

Two peas in the same pod
are joy and happiness.
They both live close to God.
(Their smile shows their success).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday February 27, 2005; 6:27 A.M.)

716 
The Hidden Room In Your Museum

But wait, there’s more, my friend.
You feel that love is art.
For you I recommend
the gallery of heart.

The treasures it contains
remind of higher ways,
the highest Man attains,
when virtue lights our days.

There prudence will landscape
the sincerest of themes,
and benevolence shapes
our most beautiful dreams.

Enter and contemplate,
the way that Man employs 
(life can illuminate)
the greatest of our joys.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday February 28, 2005; 5:52 A.M.)

717

Message To Myself (March 4, 2005)

Some flaunt ability
with frosty attitude.
Some grow humility
through sincere gratitude.

They’re easy to discern.
“Me-First” will take not give.
He’d rather cheat than earn,
rather hurt than forgive.

“Let-Live” has much to share.
Such friendship from the heart,
which knows respect and care,
makes joy of love an art.

Each one will leave their signs,
like plants that drop their seeds.
There read the true designs.
Watch not their words, but deeds.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday March 04, 2005; 4:24 A.M.)

718 
Now That I’m Old

Not sunset, but sunrise
(an initiation),
where I can analyze
with appreciation.

So here’s my “bottom-line”
(with hopes to humanize).
Man needs more love, less wine,
in every enterprise –

Less emphasis on “Me”, 
because it abdicates
the liberty in “we”,
where wisdom operates.

Life is a war of wills.
(The downside of the mind).
For his ideas, Man kills.
May heart direct our-kind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday March 04, 2005; 6:10 A.M.)

719
Although We Turn Away

Well used by Northern-kind,
its free (no charge – no cost).
He had no fee in mind,
to keep from getting lost.

God’s logic from afar
(sure He had his reasons)
is hidden in a star,
a light for all seasons.

By day we used our sun,
while nightly enterprise,
kept our focus of one,
and we still find that wise.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday March 06, 2005; 5:41 A.M.)

720 
The Star I Wish Upon Is Heart

I wish it were Man’s style,
to share throughout the day,
to be quite quick to smile,
and faster yet to pray.

Some feel it is naive,
imprudent and insane,
that I should so believe
that kindness can cure pain.

Yet I don’t feel alone,
for others have advised,
that love’s the corner stone,
where dreams are realized.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday March 05, 2005; 4:41 A.M.)

721 
What Did They Paint In Their Caves

Like Arizona, friend, but far away.
Soon there we will attend, explore and play.

Suit-up now. Join the fun. Dream of the stars.
The adventure’s begun. It’s “Go!” for Mars.

We’ll learn and earn our skill, and then depart,
to demonstrate Man’s will, and strength of heart.

Perhaps future will find a sacred scroll,
that shows the Martian mind with thoughts of soul.

But will we be so fit, to then embrace,
life as we don’t know it, in solar space?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday March 08, 2005; 9:36 P.M.)

722
History Or Future, I’ve Made My Choice

If I could undeceive the Human race
of all its make-believe that’s common place,
would I, my friend, then start with Man’s first lie,
or would I search my heart to find out why?

I should not live so long. To know that past,
and learn each right from wrong, is just too vast.
My choice is to employ a steady flow, 
of beauty and its joy, to help Man glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday March 09, 2005; 6:25 A.M.)

723 
Message To Myself (March 10, 2005)

Don’t be too quick to speak,
or take too long to say,
but give them a technique,
to calm their every day.

Make sure that your advice,
so geared to mind and heart,
will lead and not entice
(will stay when you depart).

It’s your subtle duty,
to strengthen inner space,
with wisdom and beauty
(with dignity and grace).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday March 10, 2005; 6:04 A.M.)

724 
Bird Songs Still Delight

Was I ever a boy?
It seems so long ago.
Spring flowers brought me joy.
God made my first rainbow.

Sand castles were a treat,
for Nature’s stormy side.
Gulls, clam squirts, and bare feet
brought me my first low tide.

Yes those were years well spent.
Young eyes do love to learn,
but now’s not different,
for I can still discern.

I wonder none the less.
The beauty of the heart,
with all its happiness,
is yet the greatest art.

Old age is my domain,
but I am no antique,
as long as I maintain
mystique and not critique.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday March 11, 2005; 6:51 A.M.)

725
Message To Myself (March 12, 2005)

It makes us whole. It won’t deceive.
Love is the goal Man will achieve.
But on the way, there’s much to learn.
In work and play do we discern.
Choose well, my friend, your thoughts are seeds.
On you depends, which grow as weeds.
When in a bind, let heart help mind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday March 12, 2005; 4:32 A.M.)

726 
Message To Myself (March 13, 2005)

It pays, my friend, to learn
the many kinds of fun.
To know pleasure discern
the ways of moon and sun.

One is reflected light,
the other is complete.
One’s seen mostly at night.
One radiates our heat.

It’s when Earth turns away,
reflection is the prize
(our temporary play)
until the next sunrise.

When beauty is our theme,
we feel a steady flow,
and then, as in a dream,
our hearts begin to glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday March 13, 2005; 6:42 A.M.)

727 
Message To Myself (March 14, 2005)

Avoid excess, and don’t complain.
Let happiness be your domain.
Be always kind, never “too” smart.
Stimulate mind, but speak with heart.
Your surest win is gratitude,
which gives this spin to attitude –
Benevolence is common sense.

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday March 14, 2005; 6:34 A.M.)

728 
The Mystery Of Quality

(for future generations)

I am a care-taker
of all that heart gives birth,
an old poem-maker,
that shares this planet Earth.

I speak of the honest, 
the prudent, and the kind –
those striving in the test,
that one called Human mind.

To pass we first embrace,
that all our thoughts are seeds,
then comprehend, with grace,
their pulsing through our deeds.

The task is to reflect
(to calm the hurricane).
Each cause has its effect.
The choice is vain or sane.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday March 15, 2005; 5:42 A.M.)

729 
Message To Myself (March 16, 2005)

With beauty we begin.
With beauty we maintain.
With beauty we will win
the end of all that’s vain.

To practice God’s great art
(to love Humanity),
the beauty of the heart
must pulse with charity.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday March 16, 2005; 5:53 A.M.)

730 
The Hidden Side Of Obvious

For some it’s a delight,
and helps make life okay.
The sun sleeps not at night.
It’s Earth that turns away.

It’s a subtle notion,
but when the day is done,
God so designed motion,
that moon reflects the sun.

It may be no surprise,
there’s comfort in this theme,
and more to our sunrise,
than Man may ever dream.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday March 18, 2005; 3:20 A.M.)

731
Thresholds By Design

Some may think it quite odd,
that in my interface,
I do not limit God,
on Earth or outer space.

But when it comes to Man’s
visible spectrum ways,
restrictions in God’s plans
tell how we sense our days.

No infrared for free,
nor ultraviolet.
To compensate, then see,
we cleverly offset.

The same goes for the ear.
Some pets sense more than us.
For this we shed no tear,
and think it just a fuss.

But deep inside we know,
we’ll settle for much less,
and may just fear to go,
beyond our humanness.

There’s much within our kind,
and love knows where to start.
To warm our friend, the mind,
we search into our heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday March 19, 2005; 6:02 A.M.)

732 
Happiness Knows How To Hide 

Theories can boomerang,
but heart feels deep within,
the world knows much of yang,
and not enough of yin.

The archer could explain.
Calm focus brings success,
with joy as its domain.
(Make love your happiness).

The gardener could show,
consistency is wise.
The beautiful can glow,
where we can harmonize.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday March 20, 2005; 5:45 A.M.)

733 
What Am I?

(for my Masonic coach)

It may not seem as such,
but my scope is immense.
The center I can touch,
and then circumference.

I cautiously prescribe,
and consciously construct.
With skill I circumscribe.
It’s then I can instruct.

There beauty will arise,
to give a knowing nod,
and fortify the wise,
to plan their day through God.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday March 21, 2005; 4:32 A.M.)

734
A Learned Response In Phoenix

(why the snow-birds leave)

The trailing Lantana,
in lavender display,
colors our nirvana,
to beautify our day.

The pink Asperaloe
seems an exclamation.
Cat Claw, with its yellow,
makes a celebration.

But there’s a nag-feeling
(a triple-digit plot)
that soon we’ll be needing
this cool “forget-me-not”.

The Saguaro will bring,
the season’s cactus-clue
(the last to bloom in Spring).
Sonoran heat is due.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday March 23, 2005; 5:55 A.M.)

735
The Elephant In My Coffee Cup

It seems the more I grow,
and change my point of view,
the more there is to know,
or should I say, to do.

Lord, what do you advise?
Does love still recommend
the wisdom of the wise?
How does the heart transcend?

Please show me simple ways,
and guide me now to find,
Your key to kinder days,
that serve to help Mankind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday March 24, 2005; 6:06 A.M.)

736
Message To Myself (March 25, 2005)

The sum of Man is choice.
Quality is the key.
When conscience is your voice,
you’ve found God’s recipe.

Beauty is your domain.
It leads to heart-access,
beyond that hurricane,
of everyday success.

The mind can harmonize,
with much to recommend,
but love will humanize,
and help us to transcend.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday March 25, 2005; 2:20 A.M.)

737 
Sun Hearts #1

When we respond to space,
will feelings show as art,
to highlight cares, with grace,
in daring glow of heart?

Perhaps we’ll also find,
some thought it short of wise,
that we should so use mind,
to stray from our sunrise.

I hope our wanderlust,
brings us to kindly light,
where Man can soon adjust.
(We need our warm delight).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday March 27, 2005; 6:05 A.M.)

738 
Message To Myself (March 28, 2005)

Some think it has been lost,
and search this planet earth.
Some calculate its cost,
but fail to see its worth.

There is a special place,
to practice gratefulness.
Your every thoughtful space
awaits your great success.

It is the signature,
of hearts that glow within.
Gratitude is our cure,
Man’s secret medicine.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday March 28, 2005; 6:03 A.M.)

739
Message To Myself (March 29, 2005)

Seeker, what do you seek?
Words can confuse the mind.
The weak are not the meek,
and poor does not mean kind.

The humbly-patient learn,
that searching is an art.
The goal is to discern,
that strength comes from the heart.

This realm of beauty glows,
where gratitude takes hold,
where knowledge of love flows,
where bold does not mean gold.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday March 29, 2005; 5:13 A.M.)

740 
Message To Myself (March 30, 2005)

Beauty’s the realm of art,
the start of all that’s wise.
It gives the strength of heart,
and dares to humanize.

It’s joy brings lots of fun.
Gone is life’s weariness.
Like flowers in the sun,
we feel the light caress.

God’s gift to you and me
is our response in full.
We feel our ecstasy,
when we think beautiful.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday March 30, 2005; 6:15 A.M.)

741 
Let There Be Hope

To help me cope, in subtle ways,
I turn to hope, and wishing days.
I wish world peace would calm my mind,
and wars would cease within Mankind.
I wish that art would start a trend,
that honors heart as my best friend.
I wish to share how much I care.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday March 31, 2005; 4:51 A.M.)

742 
From Dream-Not To Dream-o-naut

I dreamed there is a place,
so deep within my heart,
a truly honest space,
where rainbows get their start.

Upon analysis,
my mind came up quite short.
It blamed it on a kiss,
and gave a full report.

Perhaps someday we’ll find,
a way that gives access,
one that will show Mankind
an inner happiness.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday April 3, 2005; 5:17 A.M.)

743
Where Mind Interprets Heart

Where mind interprets heart,
our thoughts don’t seem to flow.
We find we’re much less smart,
and tongues are much too slow.

Perhaps if they switched roles,
and heart interprets mind,
we’d find our many goals
achieved by Humankind.

With lots of gratitude,
and love as our great theme,
Man can become less crude,
and Soul fulfil it’s dream.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday April 3, 2005; 7:34 A.M.)

744
Inner Talk

To help us all adjust,
God gave us all a friend,
in whom we learn to trust
and later to depend.

Now conscience is it’s name,
and goodness is it’s goal.
To listen-not brings shame,
and loss of self control.

It’s whisper creates choice,
that we may humanize,
for those that know that voice
will see Man’s great sunrise.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday April 4, 2005; 6:41 A.M.)

745 
Temporary Amnesia

Feint-hearted turn away.
We talk the ancient art.
Beyond your everyday,
discern now with your heart.

Enough stones there are not,
within China’s Great Wall,
to count past lives forgot,
before our cry and crawl.

Experience will teach,
then add to what we know –
a voluntary reach,
a care, that love may grow.

So much for Man’s pretense
(a mortal exercise)
of new-born innocence,
with sorrow as the prize.

Pray God for clarity.
Be joyful and endow,
a prudent charity,
to every part of now.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday April 5, 2005; 5:40 A.M.)

746 
Perhaps It Is Too Soon

When I look through my scope,
the galaxy that’s near
is but a smudge of hope
obscured by years of fear.

Is it theirs, ours (or mine),
that fills this part of space,
in search of the Divine,
with which to interface?

Beyond our mother-star
(we masquerade as sun),
I think we go too far,
in our galactic fun.

Some say we are stardust.
For sure I do agree,
yet focus all my trust
in solar-pedigree.

What warms and lights our way?
What gives the sight to eye?
What feeds our everyday,
without which we would die?

Now please don’t take me wrong,
our sun is one small part,
of God’s great starry song,
sung by that caring heart.

It’s good that we explore.
There is so much to learn,
but in our seeking more,
let’s pray that we discern.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday April 8, 2005; 5:42 A.M.)

747
Our Age Is Showing

There in the in-between,
where night becomes the day,
You color every scene,
in caring light display.

But after such a pause,
comes scientific fact.
With thought of Nature’s Laws,
we cut You from Your act.

Perhaps it’s just a stage,
where Man’s allowed to earn,
a cause and effect wage.
(God help us to discern).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday April 11, 2005; 4:02 A.M.)

748
Message To Myself (April 12, 2005)

Our thoughts affect our light.
They regulate its glow.
They color our insight,
and may restrict its flow.

The good have always taught,
in many subtle ways,
the quality of thought
will lead to better days.

For those who empathize,
it pays a dividend,
which tends to humanize
and helps us to transcend.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday April 12, 2005; 3:33 A.M.)

749 
The Scope Of Cope And Hope

Toupees sometimes take flight.
They share the fate of hats.
In dream-dark sleep of night,
they’re dragged off by stray cats.

We all have our tactic.
Some take a long calm walk.
Some may go galactic,
and some make silly talk.

For me, I’d feel life fair,
and perhaps even sane,
if I just had more hair
to help deflect the rain.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday April 12, 2005; 3:33 A.M.)

750
Weness

Some say it’s just Man’s dream,
and does not touch what’s real –
a self-effacing theme
that has no “sex-appeal”

Humility is kind.
Although a human art,
it’s less an act of mind,
and more a play of heart.

We need to warm our way.
Inside most will agree.
Pain fills our everyday,
when “I” means more than “We”.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday April 14, 2005; 4:41 A.M.)

751 
Fire Crackers For Everyone!

Without delay let us soon find
a freedom day, for all Mankind.

What would it take? What do we need?
Which thoughts will wake us to this deed?

As we respect Man’s right to live,
we will reflect, on how to give.

Let all discern. It’s from the heart, 
that Man will learn God’s caring art.

Let freedom dare to earn its dream.
The more we share, the less we scheme.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday April 14, 2005; 6:49 A.M.)

752 
The New American Revolution

The call to arms to max
our newest credit card
goes far beyond tea-tax.
“Ad-habits” now die hard.

We’ve reached our overkill,
and need a green rest stop
to introduce a skill,
which masters how to shop.

But more so to discern,
that message from without,
which wants us all to learn
to buy without a doubt.

Smart money says we lose.
It’s science verses heart,
yet Man knew how to choose
before commercial art.

For all who join the fight
to make our minds Ad-free,
may God grant us insight
to win our liberty.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday April 15, 2005; 5:55 A.M.)

753
Here’s What I See

Here’s what I see, when I now look.
Our mind debris fills Man’s dark book.
Yet in my scope, I also find,
the joy of hope, that’s strong and kind.
It’s just this seed we idealize,
in loving deed, for our sunrise.
It takes a while, but hearts will smile.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday April 16, 2005; 5:57 A.M.)

754 
The Great Due Date

Will you arrive in sleep,
the calmest way to go,
or is there pain to reap
before the final glow?

Do we make life too hard,
by packing you away,
in fearful disregard,
you’ll terminate our play?

Can you just tell us why,
that God created you,
why everyone must die,
that we may live anew?

Would it reduce our hate,
to know when we depart?
If we were friends with fate,
would there be change of heart?

Would there be gratitude,
for past and future breath?
Would we become unrude,
or angry at our death?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday April 17, 2005; 5:26 A.M.)

755 
My Plump Daisies

They are a gift of Spring.
Warm colors fill my yard,
and when they’ve done their thing,
they exercise my lard.

Some think me far too brave
(while they sit back and laugh).
Yard work will be my grave,
and sweat my epitaph.

Clean up can be a pain.
It often creates stress,
but beauty’s worth the strain
(and I may weigh far less).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday April 20, 2005; 5:02 A.M.)

756
Message To Myself (April 21, 2005)

Some fires do burn quite low.
The choice of dark-fuel
clouds over what we know,
to act cold and cruel.

Our Me-First runs at large,
to cause oh so much pain.
The bad loves taking charge
with thoughts quite inhumane.

Goodness is our sunrise,
with warm and loving rays. 
It calls to humanize,
as we refine our ways.

Watch classroom-earth attend
our every chosen “need”.
The good can comprehend
that thought precedes the deed.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday April 21, 2005; 7:02 A.M.)

757 
Rhyme And Metercide

Some grow quite tenacious,
and advocate free-verse,
with an air sagacious,
placing rhyme in a hearse.

What will our children say,
as meters cease to flow,
where poets lose their way,
when rainbows lose their glow?

All this without sorrow,
or sense the loss may bring
a silent tomorrow,
where songbirds do not sing.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday May 3, 2005; 4:24 A.M.)

758
The Range Of Laughter

God gave to us our sun,
as well as inner voice.
When I think about fun,
I think about our choice.

Good times include the wise,
that help us to feel great,
reflect and humanize,
but not humiliate.

The bad would make our day
their cruel and darkest plan.
The good find ways to play,
that bring less harm to Man.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday May 3, 2005; 5:40 A.M.)

759 
The Story That Is A Treasure

Prayers from a foxhole,
an ancient Teacher’s wish,
a monk reflects on Soul,
a young boy learns to fish,

poems from a teepee,
a great invention’s birth,
our sunset songs at sea,
or Chinese tale of worth, 

lights from our caravan
reside in World Culture.
The artful dance of Man
is straining to mature.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday May 6, 2005; 4:47 A.M.)

760 
Private Thoughts On An Unprivate Situation

We watch, at five, each day,
the news on “his” TV.
Evenings find him at play,
while sitting on my knee,

he looks so civilized,
nodding to sleep (you know),
but startled or surprised
he’ll chomp on my big toe.

My pet knows how to bite.
He is a cockatoo,
with feathers mostly white,
and a strange point of view.

He thinks my house is his.
To “plop” is not a crime.
Destruction? He’s a whiz
(my chair, in record time).

He holds conversations
with every passer-bye,
shouting “Too” instructions
on how to let him fly.

He’ll outlive me for sure.
He’ll squawk seventy years.
I think he’s just the cure,
for “friends” with “hurtful” ears.

But wait, there is much more.
Just look around his cage.
Birdseed covers the floor.
(He gets his way through rage).

He’s quite quick to utter
“bye-bye”, then acrobat.
He eats peanut butter.
(Now where did he learn that?)

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday May 9, 2005; 5:27 A.M.)

761
Message To Myself (May 10, 2005)

Some strive to search Nature, to learn and share,
the secret to mature, for all who care.
There are a few, it seems, with God in heart,
that know themselves through dreams, a noble art.
Fewer still will combine, with gratitude,
those virtues which refine their crude and rude.
Let us embrace the good in our retrace.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday May 10, 2005; 5:30 A.M.)

762 
Message To Myself (May 11, 2005)

The virtues, you’ve been taught,
obey God’s Holy Laws.
It only takes a thought
to activate our flaws.

I’m sure it’s no surprise
that some go to extremes,
with thoughts that polarize
emotions into schemes.

May you wisely expend
your time in balanced pace,
to search and comprehend
the Path of no-disgrace.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday May 11, 2005; 5:39 A.M.)

763 
From Me To You  May 13, 2005

To you of the great tomorrow.
May this poem embrace your heart.
May it touch your joy not sorrow.
May it find you have  learned the art.

Ever loving, never hateful,
prudence favors one that prepares. 
For your next breath be now grateful.
May you know, always, someone cares.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday May 13, 2005; 6 A.M.)

764 
Can Frozen Souls Embrace?

On our way to the stars,
with our moon as a base,
we will party on Mars,
then sleep in outer space.

Will science reign supreme
in the darkness we chart?
Will the cold let us dream?
Are minds, once frozen, smart?

Should we invest in rest?
Will interest compound?
Will spirit be God’s guest?
Can the lost be then found?

Let’s find a warmer way,
for our absentation,
where heart has final say,
in Man’s exploration.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday May 15, 2005; 6:11 A.M.)

765
The Great Discernment

Yesterday caused today.
Gardeners know this art.
So love without delay,
future thrives on heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday May 16, 2005; 4:37 A.M.)

766
Keeping It Simple #1

Courage awaits a heart that dares.
Prudence creates a heart that cares.
Love cultivates a heart that shares.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday May 16, 2005; 5:14 A.M.)

767
Message To Myself (May 18, 2005)

Sometimes we just forget,
and tend to hibernate.
The feelings of regret
can self incriminate.

But we can choose to wake.
The field awaits the plow.
Gratitude cures heartache,
and life begins from now.

Think not in retrograde.
Be joyful. Make life fun.
The songbirds serenade
the rising of the sun.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday May 18, 2005; 3:43 A.M.)

768
Sense Reminders

What’s beautiful to you –
the music of Mozart,
your most favorite view,
or Renoir’s happy art?

What brings joy to your play?
What fragrance is great fun?
Does color start your day,
with warming touch of sun?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday May 18, 2005; 5:05 A.M.)

769 
Our Magnetic Personality

Atoms are serious,
and yes, quite hard to see.
Some must be amorous,
to make up you and me.

They tell us there are rules
in this atomic game.
Mates are called molecules,
but they’re not all the same.

From here it gets complex,
with organs from tissues.
Thoughts can a muscle flex –-
to calm nasty issues.

Through consciousness we find
(a truly subtle art),
the growth of all Mankind
is nourished by the heart.

One might think that is all,
and ponder its glory –
from smaller than the small
To writing our story.

But Man went nuclear.
Now tiny is too large.
Some think we’ve gone too far,
with our medieval charge.

So real electrons race,
around our nuclei,
and Man is mostly space,
as we fight over why.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday May 20, 2005; 4:27 A.M.)

770
Old Age, Or Feeling Wise?

Will we need a passport,
to travel to the stars,
or visit a resort,
in those canyons of Mars?

Tomorrow comes too soon,
especially with greed.
To populate the moon,
a gold rush would succeed.

But I have a theory,
that moon-life is a drag,
that Mars is too dreary,
and just not worth a wag.

I like our rushing streams,
our bird songs at sunrise,
and these would be but dreams,
if Earth we did not prize.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday May 23, 2005; 4:58 A.M.)

771 
Hasta La Vista

With fading emphasis,
it’s my nodding notion,
life started with a kiss,
quite far from the ocean.

Do you remember, heart?
Our joy helped us discern,
Souls touch and never part,
where love knows how to learn.

Good plays outlast their cast.
Perhaps it won’t be long.
Future harvests the past,
and life was our Earth-song.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday May 23, 2005; 8:36 A.M.)

772
My Portion Of The One

You, maker of stardust,
my best and highest friend,
it is in You I trust
to teach me to transcend.

Through Your beautiful play,
I glimpse benevolence
beyond my everyday.
You have my confidence.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday May 25, 2005; 3:57 A.M.)

773
Deer Santa

When is Rudolf’s birthday?
Does he like chocolat?
Why do you need a slay?
My sister’s still a brat...

Did not mail this letter
so many years ago.
I’m still a forgetter
(that surely you must know).

Lost track of you in schools
that “readied” me for life.
There were so many rules,
but none that calmed our strife.

The world has taught me why
you’re needed when we’re young.
We tend to justify
each song that goes unsung.

But fly again – inspire
the naughty to be nice,
that we may re-acquire
the joy of your advice.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday May 25, 2005; 7:29 A.M.)

774 
TO: The Young People Of The World

(If you’re still there, I have something to share.)

A gray’s a refugee
from the sorrow and strife.
Sometimes (no guarantee),
we get a glimpse of life.

It’s no “senior-moment”,
lost in forgetfulness.
Our time is better spent
on what brings happiness.

I’ve made this decision
(the last act of my play)
about flaw revision –
love dominoes the day.

Now giving is living.
I know this in my heart.
It grows with forgiving,
to be our finest art.

The result is immense,
no matter the measure,
for true benevolence
is Man’s greatest treasure.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday May 26, 2005; 7:48 A.M.)

775 
Life Has Reminders

Now there exists, in wartime rolls,
no atheists in Man’s foxholes.
It’s not so odd, or quaintly sage,
we reach for God at any age.
Let life’s sweet glow be your stairway,
for we don’t know how long we stay.
May all deceit be obsolete.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday May 27, 2005; 6:23 A.M.)

776
Message To Myself (May 28, 2005  4:29 A.M.)

Some thoughts create our joys
(our spiritual health).
They cause peace and make toys.
Right thinking is our wealth.

Some thoughts create sorrows,
both within and without.
Thoughts fill our tomorrows,
of this there is no doubt.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday May 28, 2005; 4:29 A.M.)

777 
Message To Myself (May 28, 2005  5:42 A.M.)

Diplomas are worthwhile
(and help make a living),
but what brightened my smile –
learning to be giving.

To cultivate this art,
where quality’s the trend,
whispers, when from the heart,
will guide you where to spend.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday May 28, 2005; 5:42 A.M.)

778
Message To Myself (May 29, 2005)

Yes, we went atomic,
and probed God’s great design,
then, quite astronomic,
the moon was our headline.

Computers and the net
have changed our lives still more.
Despite the virus threat,
they help us to explore.

While we drank-up in pubs,
some searched new directions.
Nuclear ships and subs
entered our reflections.

Our solar powered planes
reach for the edge of space,
fine proof Man has the brains,
for elegance and grace.

Now nanotech’s a cinch,
to bring us superthread,
(one billionth of an inch) –-
let’s hope it won’t cause dread.

Label them distractions,
that keep us from our goal,
of heart interactions,
and happiness of Soul.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday May 29, 2005; 6:20 A.M.)

779
To My Holy Of Holies

You have my gratitude,
although You need it not.
You know my good and crude,
my every dream and plot.

Sometimes I feel great shame,
that You’ve put up with me,
and how I played the game
of striving to be free.

Wasting time, foolish dreams,
some thoughts I would erase,
and those imprudent schemes
the lost sometimes embrace.

Yet I’m not a bad Man,
as Man defines not-good.
To serve is my heart-plan
in Your great brotherhood.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday May 30, 2005; 6:19 A.M.)

780 
Message To Myself (May 31, 2005)

In body and in mind,
through our generations,
revenge cripples Mankind,
and hobbles our nations.

Low thoughts invoke our chains
(God’s laws do not forget),
lessons unlearned are pains,
that echo in regret.

The bad of karma stings
all those who dim Man’s glow.
Reincarnation brings
the chance to learn and grow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday May 31, 2005; 5:15 A.M.)

781
In A Game Of Skill The Angry Lose

With all these signs of hate,
it seems we’re overdue,
for hearts to cultivate
a joyful point of view.

We need now a lifeline
(a thought we can embrace),
much like a valentine
to warm our inner space.

Perhaps we could entice,
our sense of gratitude,
which tends to melt our ice,
and beautify our mood.

It seems like no great feat.
(We think breathing’s a right).
Who makes our next heart beat?
Who fills our eyes with light?

It takes a bit of nerve
to win the best in life.
The secret’s to preserve
the good against the strife.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday June 5, 2005; 6:26 A.M.)

782 
Time Is Relative

(especially in Arizona)

Daylight savings seems right,
but not all states will change.
One minute past midnight
our dates become quite strange.

But that’s the easy part.
Quite subtle we discern.
Keeping track is an art,
and sometimes a concern.

Present becomes somehow
the past and future’s play.
An hour ago was now.
Yesterday was today.

If we’re not consistent,
tomorrow we may find,
this day’s non-existent.
(Time is a trick of mind).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A.; Monday June 6, 2005; 8:30 A.M.)

783
My Garden Me.

What must I know? What must I weed,
that I may grow with every deed?
What can I add? What can I plant,
that blooms not sad, but will enchant?
And just how much of will and can,
before I touch the good of Man?
Growing’s an art, hidden, like heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday June 8, 2005; 6:46 A.M.)

784
Peace Talk

I saw it unfolding
in a beautiful dream.
The rose peace was holding
was the color of cream.

Tall petals glowed with light.
The fragrance was divine.
Our heart beat with delight,
to touch God’s great design.

Then a wasp came too close,
and sweet peace became fear.
Panic, in overdose,
felt a danger severe.

Distractions affect choice.
Sometimes to our sorrow,
we forget to rejoice
(to free our tomorrow).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday June 10, 2005; 8:04 A.M.)

785
Poem Talk

Poems tell a story;
bring us to great places;
describe acts of glory;
explore inner spaces.

Poems contain a strength,
hidden, like a backbone,
that meters out their length,
and beautifies their tone.

Poems share a feeling,
reflected by the mind.
Good ones can be healing.
They help the lost to find.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday June 12, 2005; 3:49 A.M.)

786
Message To Myself (June 14, 2005)

A short cut to delight,
where happiness will flow,
is virtue’s path to light,
where hearts learn how to glow.

The quality of choice
can make us sane or vain;
can give cause to rejoice,
or bring a life of pain.

Power can have no friends.
It makes a cold career.
Where good would make amends,
our dark side rules by fear.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday June 14, 2005; 3:35 A.M.)

787
Let’s Talk

The tourist trade, on moon and Mars,
may soon invade our nearest stars.
The call of space, some will agree,
may soon replace the call of sea.
But, be it fuss, star dust or foam,
if they’re like us, they’ll need a home.

If I were young, I’d dwell in heart,
then rule my tongue, before I start.
It’s much the same, no matter where,
a prudent game will win with care.
The quality of love will show,
where charity sets minds aglow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday June 14, 2005; 5:41 A.M.)

788 
Elephants May Wink

Come purchase a balloon,
and shake hands with a clown.
Hum your happiest tune.
The circus is in town.

Take a joyful time out,
more than once in a while.
Avoid dwelling on doubt,
for a healthy life style.

Experience will teach.
We’re all travelers, friend,
and good’s within our reach –
on this you can depend.

To beautify is art.
In life’s bold caravan,
the quality of heart
is the measure of Man.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday June 16, 2005; 6:25 A.M.)

789
Message To Myself (June 17, 2005)

From cavemen to cowboys,
few remember the fun.
Most will treasure their joys,
as Man treasures his sun.

It triggers no delight,
and causes no great mood.
Our source of heat and light
rates low in gratitude.

“We’d like to be cheerful,
to make our happy day,
but the world is fearful,
and greed is our main play.”

Man’s quick-draw reactions
can shock and suffocate –
so many distractions
yet joy can navigate.

Beauty, it comprehends,
helps us to humanize.
This secret to transcend
is ours to emphasize.

For those who want to grow,
who would, their joy, embrace,
your heart’s the place to glow.
Beautify inner space.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday June 17, 2005; 7:07 A.M.)

790
The Real Facts Of Life

(God likes it when we smile.)

Now chocolate is fun,
as good as pumpkin pie.
All hotdogs need a bun.
Ice cream is our ally.

That’s all you need to know
to live a happy life,
unless, of course, you grow,
and contact worldly strife.

Then learning can’t be bought.
Earth is like a classroom.
Good quality of thought
allows the heart to bloom.

Be prudent in your wants,
that you may pass your test.
Beautify your response
(brotherly love is best).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday June 19, 2005; 4:50 A.M.)

791 
Thought-Talk (1)

Mankind is often taught
(in oh so many ways),
that purity of thought
will beautify our days.

But pure is not naive.
The wise know how we think.
How quickly some deceive,
with a smile, laugh or wink.

The wise can also see,
beneath the dreamed of gains,
hearts striving to be free,
from all self-serving chains.

The thought of mental crimes
can frighten and despair,
but we do change our times,
when love is born of care.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday June 20, 2005; 5:56 A.M.)

792
Now Talk

Well, this is the moment
(we’re always in the now).
We live with our intent,
whether we reap or plow.

Our chosen mix of seed,
our willfulness to sow,
are manifest in deed,
and color how we grow.

Response is still our key.
Will we go back in mind,
and mortgage quality,
to our crude and unkind?

You’d think it obsolete,
(that it would go away),
yet harvesting deceit
shows us our yesterday.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday June 22, 2005; 5:40 A.M.)

793 
Message To Myself (June 24, 2005)

Some call them illusions.
Some say they’re common sense.
We live our conclusions
from life’s experience.

We conclude then respond.
(Pray now for quality).
Pain makes us look beyond
our worst finality.

Yes, we can change our mind.
(Revisions start new ways).
That’s how we grow Mankind,
and science spends its days.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday June 24, 2005; 6:16 A.M.)

794 
Future Thinking

They’ll love all that is new,
for youth must interface,
with stellar petting zoo,
and circus now in space.

What adventures will call,
to leave their mountain streams,
their harvests in the fall,
or summer-sailing dreams?

Will the same best advice
still be mostly ignored?
(Prudence in “paradise”
is just not for the bored).

Perhaps in some sunrise,
beyond our Milky Way,
they’ll start to realize,
that youth can overstay.

The secret they’ll discern,
is yet the same we know,
that mind has much to learn,
but heart knows how to glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday June 25, 2005; 5:49 A.M.)

795
Thought Builders

Has Mankind ever had
one second of World Peace?
Is there a cure for mad?
Will fighting ever cease?

For sure most of us know,
where all wars get their start.
A selfish thought can grow,
to cloud the mind and heart.

Man’s harmony is built
just one thought at a time,
and where no blood is spilt,
our thinking is sublime.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday June 26, 2005; 5:52 A.M.)

796
Freemasonry

(Friend to Friend)

(for my Masonic coach)

If you are good (and smart),
find rest here. Learn and smile.
We will talk about heart,
and all of life worthwhile.

Brotherhood is like food,
it feeds an inner need,
and triggers gratitude,
with every loving deed.

You’ll find and give relief,
and come to know our way,
that knowledge conquers grief,
and God loves every day.

Humility consists
of oneness with the Soul.
The truth is what exists
(ever a Mason’s goal).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday June 27, 2005; 6:58A.M.)

797
Then Can We Serve

Let us observe, that we may learn,
then can we serve as we discern.
Let us forgive, and set us free.
Be positive, love is the key.
Let us transcend all lowly schemes,
and recommend beautiful dreams.
Let’s realign with God’s design.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday June 29, 2005; 4:44 A.M.)

798
 “I’ll have the unusual please.”

(for my Masonic coach)

Thank God we are able,
to meet in friendship’s glow,
at the breakfast table,
where tales and coffee flow.

Between toast and jelly
(our hearts know when to share),
Masons of the belly
find time to trust and care.

I’m grateful to attend,
to add to brotherhood,
and proud to recommend,
this gathering of good.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday June 30, 2005; 5:55 A.M.)

799
Does Our Hurricane Have An Eye?

We know it leads to pain,
and dominates our dreams.
Lord would you please explain
Mankind’s selfish extremes?

Dark whispers seem to grow.
Why do we block Your voice?
We know the heart can glow.
Why do we hurt by choice?

Gratitude comes not swift,
and charity’s a blend,
of promoting our gift,
and flowing with a trend.

Yet some know how to live.
In silence do they act.
They’ve learned well how to give.
(Brotherhood is a fact).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday July 5, 2005; 4:49 A.M.)

800 
Dawnscending

Birds serenade their source of sight.
Man’s self-parade avoids bright light.
When will we sing, for our sunrise?
Will thoughts take wing? Will care advise?
When will our greed stop fueling fear?
What kind of seed grows from a tear?
The heart makes friends, where mind transcends.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday July 6, 2005; 4:59 A.M.)

801
Our Path To Love

My horoscope is quite a chart.
It makes me hope that I’ll be smart.
When moons of Mars affect my day,
I’ll pick good stars to light my way.
I’ve a notion such influence
(God in motion) cures all offense.
We choose to take, or choose to give,
as we awake, and learn to live.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday July 8, 2005; 5:01 A.M.)

802
It May Not Happen This Way

(But it should.)

Love and protect, provide and teach,
that youth connect beyond its reach.
Pray they’ll be wise, and strong of will,
to harmonize beauty with skill.
Point out the good and all its parts,
for brotherhood is king of hearts.
May they embrace this life with grace.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday July 9, 2005; 5:32 A.M.)

803 
Message To Myself (July 10, 2005)

(A common complaint, a not so common answer)

Is pain our way of life
(bad choice our source of strife)? 
Is it a great secret,
to live without regret?
What wisdom do we need
to strengthen all good deed?
What beauty will suffice
to make life paradise?

Our search for happiness
is littered with success,
but then we change our mind.
(Free-will can be unkind).
The things which we adore
will fade when we want more.
It’s really nothing new.
Joy is a point of view.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday July 10, 2005; 6:44 A.M.)

804
For My Next Breath, Thank You.

We have our ship to sail,
in God’s great subtle space.
Our choice meets calm or gale
with sad or joyful face.

It’s up to us to learn,
through travels near and far,
that mind lets us discern
heart is our brightest star.

It’s then our gratitude,
which makes our rainbow glow,
refines our every mood,
where love knows how to grow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday July 12, 2005; 4:44 A.M.)

805 
The Fragrance A Poem Makes

(for Robert Frost)

It seems not quite profound,
to learn how poems feel,
the more we hear their sound,
yet some are warm and real.

They bare the touch of light.
They photosynthesize
our sadness to delight
(which feeds our striving-wise).

May future poets pray,
the highest source supreme,
that we may find our way,
beyond our earthly dream.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday July 13, 2005; 7:22 A.M.)

806
Virtue As Friend

Between Sonoran heat,
and numbing arctic cold,
Man strives to be complete
(to change our lead to gold).

The urge comes from within,
through subtlety of dreams,
yet takes self-discipline
to balance our extremes.

The Teacher can advise,
and help to comprehend,
that mind can analyze,
but heart lets us transcend.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday July 15, 2005; 4:11 A.M.)

807
Looking Close And Not Falling In

To clear up confusion,
on any given day,
life is an illusion,
(God’s own great Cosmic play).

Blinded by five senses,
solid yet mostly space,
feels at home with fences,
such is our Human race.

Unknowing, yet we learn,
burdened by desire,
how slowly we discern,
how quickly we conspire.

Yet some have found the heart
a subtle stepping stone,
and made its use an art,
where beauty can be shown.

It may be no surprise,
that few have followed there,
where love is known as wise,
and prudence dares to care.

But I have confidence,
that hope will master fear,
and in Man’s common sense
a smile outweighs a tear.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday July 17, 2005; 5:12 A.M.)

808
Selfish Thoughts Are Weapons Of Mass Destruction

Is more better than less?
Quality is Man’s art.
Is winning happiness?
Cease-fire may be a start.
Is love part of success?
We need classes on heart.
Why is there loneliness?
Non-heart keeps us apart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday July 18, 2005; 4:13 A.M.)

809 
Message To Myself (July 19, 2005)

They are not hard to find.
(Their cruelty’s our clue).
The darkness of Mankind
is surely nothing new.

Cold thoughts will re-invent
the thinker to a fool,
but warming our intent
makes heart our wisest school.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday July 19, 2005; 4:29 A.M.)

810
Clown Talk

They help the fun to flow.
Kids love the happy clowns.
They bring a joyful glow,
with painted smiles not frowns.

We need them everyone,
and memorize their play,
for times when there are none
to fortify our day.

God put them here I’m sure,
to re-wind heart and mind,
that we may learn their cure
(that joy which heals Mankind).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday July 20, 2005; 4:25 A.M.)

811 
Something Real To Grow With

I wonder why his suit is red?
He seems so spry, and looks well fed.
We need him now, to fill his sleigh.
Nice thoughts somehow help find our way.
Some themes can reach through fairy tales.
They hope to teach that love prevails.

We need stories kids won’t outgrow,
those true glories that make hearts glow.
The positive is key to health,
where we could give our youth real wealth.
The mental deed, our future brings.
May our new seed know “Thoughts are things.”
May they live wise, from what we’ve shared.
May their sunrise show that we cared.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday July 22, 2005; 4:31 A.M.)

812
American Monsoon

Sonoran rivers flow,
to calm our desert fear.
(The Gulf of Mexico
sends summer clouds each year).

Their thunder fills our dreams.
Their lightning snuffs our lamps.
Rain floods our streets and streams,
and wrecks tramp-homes and camps.

Ever grateful we are,
regardless of the fuss,
for moisture from afar,
that God remembers us.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday July 24, 2005; 5:18 A.M.)

813 
Caught Between What-Is And What-Ought

What’s that you say, “Just an ideal,
and not the way the World spells real?”
You’re right, my friend, but let’s be fair,
to heal and mend first we must care.
Don’t get me wrong, freedom is fine.
It’s God’s heart-song, and our heart-sign.

As I reflect (with love as guide),
lack of respect lives far and wide.
Take “them and us”, such attitude
soon makes a fuss, and stirs the rude.
Separateness, from what I see,
makes quite a mess of History.
Our living hell, or loving theme, 
future will tell what’s in Man’s dream.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday July 25, 2005; 6:03 A.M.)

814
Boston Built Big Brick Buildings By The Bay

When I was just a boy,
tag football was a joy.
We’d all agree to meet
for “battle” on our street.
Mother Nature one day
taught well through summer’s play.

The wind defied the game,
but we played all the same.
When calm came for a while,
we threw the ball with style.
Then wind resumed it’s goal
to test our self control.
We later wondered why
hurricanes had an eye.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday July 26, 2005; 5:57 A.M.)

815 
Mutual Respect

God (They tell me.), lives in our heart.
To set God Free is life’s great Art.
Most start with mind to reach that goal,
and there they find a hint of Soul.
Complications can cloud the way.
Life’s temptations fill everyday.
Some only shout their thoughtlessness.
Some sort it out with heart-access.
Perhaps we’ll earn a special view,
as you discern the God in you.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday July 29, 2005; 3:46 A.M.)

816
World Peace May Begin With Our Next Friend

A heart-bridge shows, we’ve made a friend.
It’s then Man knows the world can mend.
Friendship building, along the way,
helps us to sing, and warms our day.
We’ve learned that oil makes water calm.
(In our turmoil, friends do less harm).
May we dethrone our Me-First zone.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday July 30, 2005; 3:43 A.M.)

817
The Joy Of Love #2

It’s not a dream,
or plot to reign supreme.
We dare to smile.
Our joy makes life worthwhile.

Man plays a part,
when beauty colors art.
God plays a part,
when heart writes about heart.

To know our glow,
just don’t restrict the flow.
Love does progress.
Life calls it happiness.

Man plays a part,
when beauty colors art.
God plays a part,
when heart writes about heart.

The gift is free,
no charge, no tip, no fee,
and no surprise,
when joy uplifts the wise.

Man plays a part,
when beauty colors art.
God plays a part,
when heart writes about heart.

For those who care,
our best is not so rare.
Good thoughts do sail.
Good feelings tell our tale.

Man plays a part,
when beauty colors art.
God plays a part,
when heart writes about heart.

The world is glad,
happy hurts less than sad.
To light we cling.
Now “gratefully”, let’s sing –

Man plays a part,
when beauty colors art.
God plays a part,
when heart writes about heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday August 2, 2005; 5:04 A.M.)

818 
Changing

as I sort out my right from wrong,
my winter thinking melts to spring.
Heart writes the rhythm for my song,
but I must choose the words I sing.

God help me pick those thoughts that glow,
feelings that warm, moods that forgive.
There’s more to love. I need to grow.
There’s attitudes I must outlive.

Help me be wise. Help me revise.
Help me, that I may be Your friend,
that I will learn to harmonize,
to beautify, and comprehend.

To aid Mankind in Your great way,
may I be more than me today.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday August 5, 2005; 3:53 A.M.)

819
Greetings From Earth

We’re looking for a smiley face;
one we can send to outer space;
one that will show, we’ll do no harm
(our presence there is no alarm).

But they’ve been watching us for years.
They see our friendship through our fears.
No doubt they know we can be mean,
(smiley may grace their quarantine).

We may surprise. There’s always hope.
But will their patience let them cope?
Wondering what is all this fuss?
My great concern is they’re like us.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday August 7, 2005; 4:19 A.M.)

820
Our Happiness

Far beneath the color of skin,
the real battle is deep within.
It’s in the choosing of the thought.
(Will love prevail or will it not?)

Where is the shelter Man can find,
if we allow a loveless mind?
Choose well! Choose well! So much depends
on all Mankind becoming friends.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday August 7, 2005; 6:19 A.M.)

821 
Message To Myself (August 8, 2005)

It finds reasons in which to hide.
Vanity thrives on being right.
Love is easily cast aside.
What then will fill that loss of light?

There is nothing more revealing,
than when a loveless attitude,
radiates its lack of healing,
wrapped up with cold ingratitude.

It’s necessary to explain
(for their, if not our own, success).
No-love is a degree of pain.
Heart is needed for happiness.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday August 8, 2005; 5:32 A.M.)

822
Some Habits Just Don’t Glow

My heart’s my sun. I’ll see my dawn,
when I am done, with holding on.
I am not free from servitude.
Some thoughts in me go unsubdued.
Willing to weed, can save the day.
What’s next in deed is hard to say.

Will it transcend with pain or grace,
that may depend on time and place.
People may rise to play their part.
Some in disguise (deceptive art).
Some are quite fierce in their intent.
Battles can pierce through discontent.
Bad habits fight to save their throne,
but their dim light is their tombstone.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday August 9, 2005; 4:25 A.M.)

823
The Secret Art Of Internal Rhyme

This is to show, one way to write,
poems that glow with deep insight.	
Hearts make this art, but minds assign
(right from the start) four beats per line.	
Rhyme one and three, then two and four,
and you will see, less can mean more.
From all this play two lines make one.
Now you can say rhyming is fun.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday August 9, 2005; 4:25 A.M.)

1. This is to show,	 [A]  
2. one way to write,	 [B]
3. poems that glow	 [A]
3. with deep insight.	 [B]

1. Hearts make this art, [C]
2. but minds assign	 [D]
3. (right from the start) [C]
4. four beats per line.	 [D]

1. Rhyme one and three,[E]
2. then two and four,	  [F]
3. and you will see,	  [E]
4. less can mean more.	  [F]

1. From all this play	 [G]
2. two lines make one.	 [H]
3. Now you can say	 [G]
4. rhyming is fun.	 	 [H]
……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
1. This is to show,	 [A]  2. One way to write,	[B]
3. poems that glow	 [A]  4. With deep insight.	[B]

1. Hearts make this art, [C]  2. But minds assign	[D]
3. (right from the start) [C]  4. Four beats per line.	[D]

1. Rhyme one and three,[E]  2. Then two and four,	[F]
3. and you will see,	  [E]  4. Less can mean more.	[F]

1. From all this play	 [G]  2. Two lines make one.	[H]
3. Now you can say	 [G]  4. Rhyming is fun.		[H]
...........................................................…………………………………………………

This is to show, one way to write,
poems that glow with deep insight.
	
Hearts make this art, but minds assign
(right from the start) four beats per line.	

Rhyme one and three, then two and four,
and you will see, less can mean more.

From all this play two lines make one.
Now you can say rhyming is fun.

824
My God Poem

God is our prize; our cherished goal,
our own sunrise, our Source of Soul.
Honest of heart, and prudent mind,
we earn our part, grateful and kind.
May every dream grasp and refine,
that love supreme (God’s great lifeline).
May we forgive, that we may live.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday August 13, 2005; 6:37 A.M.)

825
Arizona-Talk (2)

You can not imagine
how far it is from ice,
and winter discipline.
(It’s hot in paradise).

Water fills up the air.
(The kind you do not see).
Soon desert rains will dare
green God’s great mystery.

But God parched not this land,
deserts are born of mind.
Between the rock and sand,
Man’s selfishness we’ll find.

Our story of neglect
goes far beyond today.
Each cause has its effect,
and every thought its way.

The Hohokam once thrived,
then disappeared long since.
Have their lessons survived,
and will they now convince?

For sure it’s nothing new
(and there will be a time)
when hidden comes to view,
as thoughts become sublime.

Now it may not be soon,
that we can so transcend.
Until that day Monsoon
will ever be our friend.

We too may disappear
without a chance to share
(beyond our greed and fear)
we cultivated care.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday August 14, 2005; 8:14 A.M.)

826
Prayer Of The Good

A life well-meant could hurt Mankind.
A life well-spent adds heart to mind.
Love and prudence (for more I pray)
make common sense in my Earth stay.
May I make room, with strength and grace,
that they may bloom in my small space.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday August 15, 2005; 4:43 A.M.)

827
A Point Along The Way

When grateful and honest combine to learn,
beauty becomes the quest they must discern.
They’ll know and then attain (as all must do,
who touch the heart’s domain), a joyful view.
There prudence draws a veil, as well it should,
that charity prevail through brotherhood.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday August 17, 2005; 4:37 A.M.)

828
Message To Myself (August 18, 2005) 

Choosing sadness over gladness,
imprudence urges doom.
Despite Earthly madness,
the heart knows how to bloom.

To the “worldly” this sounds foolish,
for cruelty, it’s clear,
rains its temporary anguish
on all that we hold dear.

The good wage an evolution.
Of that, there is no doubt.
Our love writes our constitution.
Joyous-patience wins out.

Inner knowledge keeps perspective.
It’s always been that way.
We become much more effective,
as virtue rules our day.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday August 18, 2005; 4:51 A.M.)

829 
Why We Hurt

“Me-First” has succeeded,
where some don’t comprehend.
Prudence goes unheeded,
where we hurt and offend.

I see life as a test.
Free-will gives us the start.
Simple, for me, is best.
Complex weighs on the heart.

They speak with a soft voice,
who strive to realize,
the quality of choice,
will make us loving-wise.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday August 20, 2005; 8:48 A.M.)

830 
It May Take Longer Than We Think

Now surely here is a tactic,
that won’t see light of day.
(It will never go galactic
to rule our Milky Way).

It doesn’t pay a dividend,
or serve our enterprise.
There’s no great scheme in which to spend,
or promise to revise.

We “know”, with stone-cold clarity,
it simply just won’t do.
(To set our hearts to charity
would change our point of view).

But if ever there reigned supreme
a thought upheld by heart,
the universe, with hope, could dream,
that love becomes our art.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday August 22, 2005; 5:29 A.M.)

831
Sow to Grow, Weed To Feed

People have needs. Be joyful in ascent.
Our joy-filled deeds can cure our discontent.
People have moods. To learn to duck is wise.
Some attitudes won’t lead to Man’s sunrise.

With prudent care, one walks away intact.
(Just don’t be there at that point of impact).
Earth paradise, to be a well-caught dream,
means sacrifice of every lowly scheme.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday August 24, 2005; 5:33 A.M.)

832 
Message To Myself (August 27, 2005)

The world can be insensitive,
and so inclined to take control.
The payroll of the negative
ignores wise whispers from Man’s Soul.

Love is the heartbeat of the sane.
Man without prudence cannot last.
The symptom is increasing pain.
Learn well the lessons from the past.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday August 27, 2005; 4:01 A.M.)

833 
My Lambskin Apron

(for my Masonic coach)

In my journey toward the light,
will I be free to feel delight?
Will there be pain, as I endure?
What will remain when I mature?

Will thoughtful-seed be my best choice?
Will every deed make heart rejoice? 
Will every leaf I blindly trod,
share my belief, that all is God?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday August 27, 2005; 5:30 A.M.)

834
Message To Myself (August 29, 2005)

Somewhere between the sound of heart
and our gray scene, love plays its part.
In all good deeds we can discern
love thoughts are seeds. Through love we learn.

It’s our doorway out of sorrow.
Love finds a way to tomorrow.
It’s Man’s great feat to comprehend,
life’s incomplete without a friend.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday August 29, 2005; 3:51 A.M.)

835
I Would Be Friends With These

We take Man’s Test from what we know.
Some choose the best (where love can grow).

They soon embrace their new design,
through innerspace (where we refine).

It is the wise, the strong of heart,
that humanize the joyful art.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday August 29, 2005; 5:08 A.M.)

836
A Moment Of Sharing

I’ve come to realize,
from all my loneliness,
that life’s an exercise –-
a search for happiness.

Perhaps some would contend
“It’s all how we define,
and what we comprehend –
to that we then align.

For sure they would be right,
and as we strive to find,
that longed for joyful light,
we often change our mind.

Experience will teach,
the quest for joy can start,
when sorrow we impeach,
from every beat of heart.

My search takes me within,
in hopes I may embrace,
with love and discipline,
God, in my deepest space.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday August 30, 2005; 4:50 A.M.)

837
S. Claus Talk

Some may research the time and way
Santa first rode his magic sleigh.
Some may explore his retinue
of elves, and shops, and toys to glue.

The scholarly may long insist,
no one, on Earth, could make his list.
(No book, Man made, could yet record
such attitudes that need reward).

Their wrong, of course. Good children know,
their “Claus” can see the way they glow.
For sure it is an inner art –
nice thoughts create a brighter heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday September 4, 2005; 5:24 A.M.)

838
North Pole “Sly-cology”

The most prudent have learned to hide
the brightness of our sun,
in metaphors that live worldwide,
to make our learning fun.

Before we knew that we outgrew
North Pole “sly-cology”,
we welcomed such a happy view –
(our own mythology).

Magnanimity starts that play.
Gratitude leads to bliss.
Here is the truth about his way
that disbelievers miss.

When giving becomes a pleasure,
and thankfulness an art,
then Santa becomes a treasure
passed on from heart to heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday September 6, 2005; 5:03 A.M.)

839
Is Life A Test?

Can thoughts create? Can thoughts destroy?
Who will sow hate? Who will sow joy?
Prudence can quell an angry eye.
They use mind well who beautify.

Will we embrace or disregard?
Will we deface or be lifeguard?
Happiness lives, where hearts can glow.
Where Man forgives, there love can flow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday September 7, 2005; 5:07 A.M.)

840
What Have We Chosen?

(How will we choose?)

For sure there’s an ideal,
to model of the best.
One our minds hold as real,
to measure all the rest.

One the world embraces,
in each and every part,
to warm inner spaces,
and beautify our art.

But we turn and forget,
the sun is always bright.
It’s Man that lets it set,
as we create our night.

A poem should remind
(in its own subtle way)
the heart of Humankind
knows what to castaway.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday September 10, 2005; 4:11 A.M.)

841
I Miss You

Where are you Valentine?
How near or far away?
Can you give me a sign,
we’ll meet again someday?

Life is not what it seems.
(We knew that from the start).
I’ve seen you in my dreams,
and heard you in my heart.

May love ever console,
as you (no doubt) ascend
the precious realms of Soul,
and make of God your friend.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday September 10, 2005; 5:25 A.M.)

842
Our Perfect Day

With God it starts. No sadness here.
Joy fills our hearts. There is no fear.
For some a goal, we may attain
(a touch of Soul that keeps us sane).

The gift of choice and choosing well,
helps us rejoice. Good thoughts excel.
Where do they stay, when not in use,
as we delay with our abuse? 

Unchosen thought must have a home,
where should and ought can freely roam.
There we will find that gratitude,
which we declined for attitude.

There will reflect that prudent light,
which we reject from poor insight.
And there will flow that clarity,
which we don’t sow with charity.

I think God feels it’s worth the wait,
as Man appeals to love not hate.
This all may seem of small concern,
but I still dream that we can learn.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday September 11, 2005; 8:17 A.M.)

843
Message To Myself (September 12, 2005)

There’s less room at the peak than on the slope.
This climb’s not for the weak (no skills or hope).
Joy attends our conquest. All victors find,
that place, within the test, where heart meets mind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday September 12, 2005; 5:32 A.M.)

844
Remember The Key To Happiness

Create a quest. Beauty will do.
It is the best for me and you.
Its thoughts excel in higher mood
(So we dispel our rude and crude).
Through beauty know that we employ
(with hearts aglow) the shield of joy.
Simple and real is joy appeal.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday September 13, 2005; 5:29 A.M.)

845 

Message To Myself (September 15, 2005)

Life passes in review,
while heart reveals to mind.
Pain (sure it’s nothing new)
still teaches Humankind.

We still prefer excess,
and keep life incomplete,
when “power is success”,
and far from obsolete.

With virtue we achieve
the balance of extremes,
but not while we deceive,
and dream of forcing schemes.

We know what lights our way,
and yes, how darkness draws.
The goal is “Good-today!”,
as we outgrow our flaws

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday September 15, 2005; 8:05 A.M.)

846
Point Of View

Phases are fun (and tidal pull),
but from the sun moon’s mostly full.
There’s more, it seems, we need discern.
Perhaps in dreams. God whispers – “Learn”.

Why must moon hide in shadowed space?
(Sure a dark side troubles that face).
Orbital play supplies Man’s test.
For Earthly stay subtle is best.
Such illusions are teaching-wise.
Our deceptions are our disguise.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday September 24, 2005; 5:23 A.M.)

847
Holiday Thinking In The Sonoran Desert

Our Saguaros are hung with festive light.
Santa lives in the young. Joy makes them bright.
May all their thoughts be seeds of happiness.
May beauty fill their deeds with great success.
I wonder what would grace far away play?
Do Saguaros in space become display?

Or are there no deserts (Man’s selfish scenes)?
Have they minimized hurts with joyful dreams?
Some day I think we’ll know (through our heart-choice),
that they will sense our glow as we rejoice.
Perhaps a Valentine would be prudent,
To see how their hearts shine from their ascent.
I hope they’re in that mood, to ever meet,
where love and gratitude hide no deceit.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday September 25, 2005; 10:19 A.M.)

848
Saguaros Are Sonoran

They only grow in my desert.
They seem to know that life can hurt.
Their juices stand undrinkable.
Their spines command untouchable.
Their arms mature quite motionless
(their signature of great success).
They do not shout. (They whisper green).
Beyond a doubt they guard their scene.

When their bloom shares its crowning feat,
soon desert bares the summer heat.
Because they’re still, most pass them by
(without a kill), and ask not why.
What treasures play within your heart,
while you portray your silent part?
What do you hide, in your domain,
from human pride, and choice profane?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday September 29, 2005; 4:44 A.M.)

849
A Touch Of Soul

Holiday hearts beat joyfully.
(The truest arts are always free).

Our beauty lives within our choice.
Where mind forgives there we rejoice.

Love strikes a chord, and life is sweet.
It’s our reward to feel complete.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday September 29, 2005;9:34 P.M.)

850
My Glimpse From My Experience

This planet is our school,
where pain soon lets us know,
that virtue is the rule,
if Mankind is to grow.

I’ve learned a lot these years
of changing attitude,
that turned my hopes and fears
to free-will gratitude.

My life is most complete,
when I sunrise my day,
thanking my next heart beat,
that I may love my way.

This too will change I’m sure,
for love has its degrees,
from cruder to quite pure.
The latter may God please.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday October 2, 2005; 6:20 A.M.)

851 
The First Chirper

Poems from outer space
might have a lot to say,
of how they lived their pace,
and fought to have their way.

But that’s speculation,
and based on how we scheme.
Poems in translation
reach out to touch a dream.

To rebuild a rainbow
takes some understanding.
There’s something in the glow
where love is expanding.

Something we want to live,
to not be caged by words,
Man may find hard to give,
like dawning songs of birds.

Is quality the same
at sunset or at noon?
Is the content aflame,
or softened light of moon?

To replicate an art,
with thought and emotion,
needs mind as well as heart,
and grit for devotion.

Perhaps we’ve gained such skill,
through daily intertwine,
to know another’s will
(to love or undermine).

It may need just a tweak
(some may think more like prod),
to refine our technique,
to see all more as God.

For sure some oversleep
(first chirps go unnoticed),
but those who wake don’t weep,
for that which they have missed.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday October 5, 2005; 4:08 A.M.)

852
That Which Touches Our Heart

I’m sure there’s been such things
in cultures everywhere,
that promise us our wings,
as we learn how to care.

Must each generation
then find their own sweet clue
(a rolled up quotation 
to guide their point of view)?

If that’s true, then indeed,
our searchers of the past,
will find that cherished seed
to help our children last.

I’d like to find a scroll
(with what they need to live),
that teaches to console,
and shows how to forgive.

But that’s just what I feel
is best for all concerned.
It may not be quite real,
for what begs to be learned.

Was it all well chosen,
before they came to play
(kept on shelves unfrozen,
ready to warm their day)?

I would not be surprised
at how things really work,
to get Man humanized –
even the subtlest perk.

My heart and mind agree.
My best to all who plan,
that we can further see,
beyond where we began.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday October 7, 2005; 5:19 A.M.)

853
A Thought Card From Santa

A nightmare thought passed by.
Mankind had lost its Claus.
Raindeers forgot to fly.
It gave my heart a pause.

A world without giving
is joyless and deplete,
where life’s gone from living,
and hope is obsolete.

For sure a reminder
can help us break our fall.
(That which makes us kinder
is healthy for us all).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday October 8, 2005; 5:10 A.M.)

854 
The North Pole Conspiracy.

It’s Santa’s part to move from cold
to warm the heart not young but old.
He’s not too slow, and not too fast.
He brings a glow from times now past.
Joy saved our day, and healed our years.
(Heart-thoughts that pay contain no fears).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday October 9, 2005; 7:01 A.M.)

855
To Perceive By The Intellect

It’s hard to say what we must learn.
The surest way is to discern.
It is the tool of great success,
within this school of happiness.

It helps Man grow. It sets us free.
The more we glow, the more we see.
In the meanwhile, love is our art.
Be quick to smile (mind leads to heart).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday October 9, 2005; 5:19 A.M.)

856

To The Author Of S. Claus

Color winter worthwhile,
and touch our hearts with joy.
For most you bring a smile,
for some, at least, a toy.

You may have saved us all
from our less social dreams,
by cushioning our fall
from selfish deeds and schemes.

Giving weighs the balance,
and shows we choose to dare
take more than just a glance
into that art called care.

Thank you for such a thought.
It’s feelings overflow.
We’re richer since you taught
your special way to glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday October 10, 2005; 4:02 A.M.)

857
My Hope

I don’t like to diet,
or travel down the Nile.
I’m for peace and quiet,
and serve it with a smile.

But each has their own way
to deal with life on Earth.
Some focus on the gray.
Some see each breath as birth.

My hope is that we grow
in ways that serve Mankind,
with knowledge that will glow,
when heart assists the mind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday October 11, 2005; 5:06 A.M.)

858
Message To Myself (October 11, 2005)

The Earth responds to us.
We tell it what to do.
When we kick up a fuss,
it takes our point of view.

That each has an effect
is sobering at least.
Will we live with respect,
or act the part of beast?

I’m hoping for the best,
but there’ll be no surprise,
when some won’t pass the test,
and act far less than wise.

It only takes a few
(power is their story),
to serve their own menu,
 with “their” glory.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday October 11, 2005; 4:07 A.M.)

859 
Deed Gardener

A touch of heart, with all thought-seeds,
is Man’s best start, for all our deeds.
For some it’s art. They plant less weeds,
then play their part in healthy deeds.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday October 13, 2005; 7:28 A.M.)

860
And Choice Accompanied Desire

Let there be light of heart,
where prudence warms our way,
that we may learn God’s art,
and beautify our day.

Response is the factor
(quality limits pain).
Some call it character.
I call it getting sane.

World change is no surprise,
but one thing stays the same –
the way we humanize
as keepers of the flame.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday October 15, 2005; 5:06 A.M.)

861 
Humanity’s Greatest Weapon

Our joy can flow in all our ways.
It brings a glow to all our days.
The truly wise call happiness
the greatest prize and best success.
The two are one in future’s theme,
where peace is fun in God’s great dream.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday October 17, 2005; 2:28 A.M.)

862
The Closer We Look The More We See

Santa is expected
about this time of year,
when hearts are affected
with all that we hold dear.

There is a certain glow.
Look close and you can tell.
Soon reds and greens will flow
with hopes that all is well.

It gets us in the mood,
to glimpse the great ideal,
to change an attitude
and help Mankind self-heal.

Be grateful for all light,
no matter shape or size,
from these we gain insight,
from these we may grow wise.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday October 17, 2005; 3:31 A.M.)

863 
Travel Plans

For sure it’s common-place,
that youth, in our great day,
will think of outer space,
and starry ways to play.

Some things will stay the same.
They’ll still eat ice cream cones,
and play forbidden games
inside our neutral zones.

The human stage remains,
while scenes and backdrops change.
Through our pleasures and pains,
we make friends and estrange.

The newer ships we sail
may find an unknown star,
but we’d be chasing tail,
if we keep thinking far.

Call it science or art,
it could be fast or slow.
The best trip’s to the heart,
where love and prudence glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday October 19, 2005; 5:00 A.M.)

864 
In Ascent

Renoir, artist of happiness,
adorns the list of heart-success.
An un-sad voice finds ways to share.
Joy is the choice of love and care.
For sure we need that shield of light,
to guard God’s seed of great delight.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday October 23, 2005; 2:29 A.M.)

865 
Message To Myself (October 23, 2005)

So much advice is selfish gain.
We pay the price (Me-First is pain).
When all is done heart is worthwhile.
The happy one can truly smile.
That love is key is nothing new.
(From “Me” to “We” is our best view).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday October 23, 2005; 2:29 A.M.)

866 
Reincarnating

A flow of dreams, the sought for prize,
not what it seems echo the wise.
Let us embrace. The future’s real.
We interface to think and feel.
We write our act, then play our part.
Know likes attract. Be strong of heart.
Response is key. Quality shows.
The good get free as beauty grows.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday October 24, 2005; 3:33 A.M.)

867 
Earth-Talk (2)

It looks so beautiful from space.
White clouds highlight the blue and green.
Who would suspect in such a place
beat hearts that touch a grander scene.

Who would have guessed that Humankind,
with its desires and self-made pain,
could cultivate a prudent mind,
to contemplate a life that’s sane.

Perhaps, one day, it won’t seem rare,
and in our thoughts we all will know,
that such a school was made with care,
in hope Man earns love’s greatest glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday November 30, 2005; 6:49 A.M.)

868 
Sun Hearts #2

They’re just too few to light this place.
Trillions won’t do. Black-dark is space.
Can’t breathe. Too cold. Is it a sign –
so big and bold (taught by design)?

Our five senses help us discern,
yet are fences – what must we learn?
We play so rough, yet fear our death.
Is “thanks” enough for our next breath?

When will hearts glow? What attitude
diverts the flow of gratitude?
Is Earth our school, where minds enroll,
with just one rule – love is the goal?

Is there a gene hid (not by chance)
until we wean our cruder dance?
And at Man’s dawn, will it seem odd,
that we’ve turned on the Light of God?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday December 1, 2005; 7:30 A.M.)

869
Gazer Talk

The beauty of their glow
(the hue of every star)
can let us “gazers” know
what’s going on afar.

Space colors can be fun.
They help us interface.
We have a yellow sun
(but blue’s the hottest place).

Distance can be calming,
when eyes cannot detect
solar flares alarming,
with violent effect.

Perhaps some might compare
us Earthlings and our moods,
when we heat up our air,
and show our “altitudes”.

Some say there’s too much “Yang”
and lack of discipline –
too much of the “big bang”,
and not enough of “Yin”.

From where I glimpse His art,
wonder becomes esteem,
and there a grateful heart
can beat its humble theme.

Yes, I think God knows best
(not colored by Man’s ways)
to make the surest test
that love may fill our days.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday December 3, 2005; 4:15 A.M.)

870
When The Ecliptic Is Uncrossed

Seen from the sun new moons are full,
but we see none (nor feel their pull).
With sunny screen of dark domain,
they’re in between their wax and wane.
But not for long. Motion brings light –
that sacred song of great delight.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday December 4, 2005; 8:11 A.M.)

871 
Restricted By Design?

Beyond our city lights
(beyond what we may fear),
with scopes we search our nights,
beyond our atmosphere.

To see if sight misled
(where eyes saw empty space),
we look with infrared,
for far away heat trace.

Orbital scopes discern
(what sense could not detect),
that Man has much to learn
and more so to respect.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday December 5, 2005; 5:37 A.M.)

872

Shadow-Talk 1

A smile, caught in a scheme,
well knows how dark moods flow.
A redness fills that gleam,
eclipsing its full glow.

It happens in Earth-space,
where far too few can see.
Umbra and moon embrace
in their totality.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday December 6, 2005; 5:16 A.M.)

873 
Tracks At Camelot Crater

Sure there’ll be no rainbow
without an atmosphere.
No storms erase our show.
Boot prints out last our fear.

Moon visitors may find
(X-thousands years from hence),
some sign of Humankind
and our space-confidence.

But will they sense we dream
(beyond our leaps in space),
where heart will reign supreme,
beyond our dusty trace.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday December 7, 2005; 7:59 A.M.)

874
Double Stars

Morning will soon replace,
with our familiar light,
these twinkling stars of space,
that fill each Earth clear night.

Yet they will still be there,
beyond day’s illusion,
as we focus elsewhere
in sun’s blue-intrusion.

They dare to gravitate.
(Events like that are rare),
to catch and then rotate,
around each other’s care.

It’s really not well known,
that most stars have a friend,
but ours is quite alone,
with no one to attend.

Perhaps sun will attract
a magnetic romance.
Where orbits become fact,
there love may have a chance.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday December 13, 2005; 5:26 A.M.)

875
Thank You For The Learning

They are our source of heat,
and yes our source of light.
Without them is defeat,
in battle with the night.

Stars give, and take their rest.
They go from blue to red
(from hottest to coolest),
then dwarf to white when dead.

Maybe we’ll learn someday
star-life has more to share.
In their own subtle way,
perhaps they care and dare.

I think God’s wise to hide,
in spaces large and small,
till conscience is our guide,
in our Earth-overhaul.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday December 15, 2005; 7:15 A.M.)

876
Pull-Talk

I knew what I would find.
The low tide was a treat.
Memories fill my mind;
clam-squirts, gulls and bare feet.

Night lows would feel the spade
(clam-diggers left their trace),
and castles soon would fade,
as moon moved on in space.

There’d be another day,
to walk our low tide line,
while unseen forces play,
and moods may re-align.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday December 16, 2005; 7:15 A.M.)

Science -Talk 

(with a touch of hope)

It’s a very old tune
(things cycle near and far).
Our sun hides each new moon,
as daylight hides each star.

Motion, of course, is key
(I think just God knows why).
Beyond, where eyes can’t see,
small magnets learn to fly.

Where is that first-orbit?
Perhaps it’s still around –
wherever it can fit,
to make our play more sound.

Much hydrogen, they say,
collapsed to make our Sun,
to heat and light our day.
Such knowledge can be fun.

But who of us were there,
to see that great event?
I think we’re un-aware
of things willed from intent.

We willed our own big-bang,
from thought and discipline.
(And prayed no boomerang
would change our rate of spin).

I will a warmer glow
(not ominous, but smart),
one that maintains its flow
from deep within my heart.

May I enlist your light
(that small become quite large),
that darkness flee our might,
when hearts put love in charge.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday December 21, 2005; 10:23 A.M.)

878 
M-31

Not too many look up
compared to those who can.
(Our genetic make-up
limits what we may scan).

With eye we can misjudge.
The nearest galaxy
is just the faintest smudge.
“A little cloud” * we see.

I don’t mean to be mean,
but many still persist –
if it cannot be seen
then it does not exist.

Some inventions excel
in showing large and small.
They silently expel,
while notions overhaul.

Let us thank those with scopes,
that watch both near and far,
and fortify our hopes,
to find out who we are.

Sure our ability,
to fathom outer space,
helps our humility
(God save the Human Race).

* Al-Sufi 905 AD: Andromeda

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday December 23, 2005; 5:50 A.M.)

879 
Beyond What We Can See

It’s hard to think a star
exists without reason,
and whether near or far
fits a cosmic season.

Super giants can give
(their years number millions),
but small knows how to live –
their years number billions.

Life’s long in outer space,
yet even stars must die.
The unseen has its place,
although Man knows not why.

The further out we go
(and that’s astronomic),
tiny still makes the show,
and they’re subatomic.

Invisible, we’re taught,
is subtle in its way,
much like the human thought,
that manifests our day.

Cosmic rays spiral on,
as thoughts that cross must do.
One blink and they are gone
(brief guests just passing through).

Man can attune it seems,
and some quickly record
(remembered like our dreams),
sometimes with great reward.

For sure it is an art
(one God allows Mankind),
to listen with our heart,
that light may fill our mind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday December 26, 2005; 8:10 A.M.)

880 
Our Solid-Illusion

Lord there is confusion,
that’s kind of hard to face.
Today’s firm conclusion
is that Man’s mostly space.

Now emptiness is Hell
(our lonely know it’s true).
No wonder we rebel
with solid points of view.

Your solar system plays
the same magnetic theme.
You demonstrate Your ways,
yet solid is our dream.

Our every touch tells us
solidity makes sense –
non-solid is a fuss,
that stirs unconfidence.

It may be just too much 
for Earthlings to transcend,
the thresholds of our touch,
on which we so depend. 

Perhaps spirit can feel,
beyond the realm of skin.
Perhaps You must conceal
till virtue conquers sin.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday December 29, 2005; 7:34 A.M.)

881 
Trapezium

Looking up’s nothing new,
but I was almost gray,
when I had my “first-view”
of what God hid by day.

My Arizona night
had jewels in its sky.
How could they be that bright?
(What in me had to die?)

I bought a telescope.
Orion came in clear,
and added to my hope
to see what God holds dear.

Little known, much adored
(near star belt there in space),
within that hanging sword,
four gems gleam there with grace.

Nebulas are parents.
Our new stars are their broods.
Light born in violence,
can reach great magnitudes.

In awe of what’s been done
with just some gas and dust,
I hope God tells no one,
until we’ve earned that trust.

May star-birth touch Mankind.
May light-years turn heart-years.
May travel heal the mind.
May we cause no more tears.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday January 1, 2006; 7:34 A.M.)

882 
Discern And Learn

Although we’re slow to grow
in this our Human trip,
us Earthlings need to glow
with feelings of friendship.

I think we know an art
that’s never obsolete.
It focuses on heart,
and helps us feel complete.

“Why don’t we use it more?”,
might be a fair complaint,
but there’s a semaphore
that signals for restraint.

It teaches us to learn,
that prudence is a key.
Man’s moods we must discern
to keep love strong and free.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday January 4, 2006; 8:35 A.M.)

883
Traveling Thoughts

Like an old light that has passed on,
its coming night may dim our dawn.
Yet lack of glow may not compel
our tears to flow, or fond farewell.

Neighbors there are we never met –
heart beats afar on passing jet.
Can stars perfect? (Is that too bold?)
Will our effect, like suns grow cold?

What will we dare? What do we teach?
(May good hearts share with those we reach.)

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday January 6, 2006; 2:52 A.M.)

884 
Message To Myself (January 8, 2006)

Man’s learning’s incomplete.
For sure we’re overdue –
from thinking obsolete
to knowing what is true.

I hope our change is kind
(benevolent and sane),
not trenches to be lined
with death and rampant pain.

No doubt love will excel,
yet it may take some years,
to conquer and dispel
our many subtle fears.

At first the vain will choose
power over prudence,
but vain will always lose
to heart-felt common sense.

God guide us to invest
in joyful-discontent.
Let beauty be our quest
as we make our ascent.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday January 8, 2006; 9:22 A.M.)

885
Humility

For the vain it is an extreme
(something to avoid and resist).
It could destroy their “Me-First” dream –
that goal of every “egoist”.

God gives us all the time we need
to see and change our “altitude”.
How did we ever plant that seed?
(So much of good goes un-pursued).

My flaws stem from my point of view.
To these I add complexity,
to all I ever knew was true.
Humility must start with me.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday January 9, 2006; 4:48 A.M.)

886
It’s Never Too Late To Elate

I may start a rumor,
to help Man’s point of view.
“All we need is humor
to see more than we do.”

Laughter heals the tearful.
Joy helps heart strengthen mind.
An earful of cheerful
transcends the daily grind.

And when we’re all up-beat,
and learn to acclimate,
with grins and smiles complete,
our love we’ll liberate.

For this we’ll need the nod
of one who watches heart –
who better than Your God
to teach us that great art.

Make all your whispers “light”,
and know we’re not alone.
Happiness is our right.
Delight’s our stepping stone.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday January 10, 2006; 5:32 A.M.)

887
Sky Watcher

I see her twice a day
(that’s when we socialize).
Her brilliance is at play
around sunset and rise.

She lets herself be seen,
with first coffee and yawn.
She is the eastern scene,
before and after dawn.

Near dusk she is the show.
She travels with the sun,
and shares her western glow.
Catching Venus is fun.

But lovers be aware.
Don’t look at other times.
She simply won’t be there,
in night sky or in rhymes.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A.; Wednesday January 11, 2006; 7:15 A.M.)

888 
Two As One

The best of cooks must learn
to find the proper sauce.
We fail till we discern
how heart gets love across.

That merger, in accord,
will make a sound regime,
and bring a grand reward,
where care will reign supreme.

It may take us a while
(mind yearns to run the show).
When thoughts begin to smile,
love finds a way to glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday January 17, 2006; 6:03 A.M.)

889 
Renewing

Sometimes a good old chair
just needs to be re-glued.
Its ware is healed with care
(its usefulness renewed).

I think a little light
may often do the same.
Some thoughts we felt were right
had love as their main flame.

Of course not all ideas
deserve a place in heart
(cruelty invokes fears).
Renewing is an art.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday January 18, 2006; 5:57 A.M.)

890
Long Eyes* (1)

With glance or careful stare,
when we look up at night,
it simply is not there –-
we just won’t find our light.

We could be young or old
(by accident or grace),
when we first grasp and hold
our solar truth of space.

Of course it’s our motion,
that hides it from our view,
until one fine notion
connects a thought or two.

I count it a pleasure
that scopes can see so far,
but sure it’s a treasure,
when sun is seen as star.

*Name given to the telescopes on Kitt Peak (Arizona) by the Papago
(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday January 19, 2006; 6:15 A.M.)

891 
Valentines

Perhaps some think it odd,
to send a valentine,
with my best love to God,
but I think it’s divine.

I speak not of the mail
(their job is hard enough), 
nor talk in fairy tale,
or mysterious stuff.

When goodness rules my day,
because I choose it so,
the Watcher of The Way
will feel my heart aglow.

At night when I renew,
and modify my style,
sometimes I think of you.
It’s then I feel God’s smile.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday January 20, 2006; 7:33 A.M.)

892 
Message To Myself (January 22, 2006)

That which is unspoken
(silence is Heaven sent),
may keep hearts unbroken.
Love is also prudent.

The good will always teach –
our thoughts will make our day.
Honor freedom of speech,
but take care what you say.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday January 22, 2006; 5:38 A.M.)

893
Space Santa

Now he came well recommended.
So the future brought him along,
to keep tradition extended,
but mostly that hope fill their song.

Yes they’re going to need his joy,
to grace and fill their data base.
It’s boredom that likes a new toy,
and they must keep busy in space.

But can reindeers out last light-years?
Will darkness of space bring new ways?
Will frozen sleep chill-out their cheers?
Will hearts re-started warm their days?

My guess is that they’ll keep Santa,
Thanksgiving and Valentines too.
They’ll need their holiday banter
that the best of Earth may smile through.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday January 25, 2006; 5:18 A.M.)

894 
Until We Get It Right (2)

For us it’s very wise
to focus on our heart,
that we may humanize
before we learn God’s art.

The other way around
(some know beyond a doubt)
the best have run aground
as vanity wins out.

That God raise not the fool
(ungrateful and irate)
sure Earth is love’s great school
to teach us not to hate.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday January 25, 2006; 5:37 A.M.)

895
The Joy Of Love (3)

Not all will share your point of view.
To learn to care is hard to do.
The world has days when sadness reigns,
yet sad decays in all its pains.

Joy is the art of human health,
and key in part, to subtle wealth.
The game’s to grow good as you can.
The goal’s to know the heart of Man.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday January 29, 2006; 7:58 A.M.)

896 
Content With Our Ascent?

Some say we could prevent
much of our mental strain,
if we just paid less rent,
on all our ill-got gain.

Well-meant, but violent,
we redefine humane.
Too bad we can’t invent
a brain without the vain.

Some say life is misspent.
How could they be so plain?
(a sorry sentiment
to claim as our domain).

Some want a monument,
or name on vast terrain,
to touch the permanent
in our earthly campaign.

To fairly represent
(that heart may not complain),
desire defines lament,
but joy we can sustain.

To grow benevolent
(and sane from lack of pain),
depends on our intent,
for love must we attain.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday January 30, 2006; 6:22 A.M.)

897 
Beyond The Sinus Node

It is a goal of Humankind
to let the Soul caress the mind.
The heart’s progress (It’s long been known)
is happiness, our joyful-zone.
Let us discern how love may flow,
that we best learn how best to grow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday January 31, 2006; 3:04 A.M.)

898
Taking Out The Trash

If I had to collect
things we should not pursue,
deception I’d select
as being overdue.

All parts are inhumane,
and cloud our everyday.
Its pain stems from self gain
(a polarizing play).

How can we then unweave?
What is it we must do
(that we may undeceive
and focus on the true)?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday February 2, 2006; 6:06 A.M.)

899
If We Don’t Know We’re Losing, 
Have We Lost?

The U-needs now entice,
with all their high degrees.
The I-wants pay the price
in more ways than Man sees.

Santa soon must diet
(his elves now watch TV).
We’ve lost peace and quiet
to productivity.

Overtime Moms and Dads
(where does the money go?)
now battle with the ads,
and dream when times were slow.

Perhaps a “nor-east-er”
would cool us off a tad
(a nice snow-bound breather),
before the next great fad.

Heart what do you advise,
with liberty at stake?
Can we re-humanize,
that love may re-partake?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday February 6, 2006; 4:12 A.M.)

900 
Power Talk

Now I have heard it said,
it is Man’s dread and loss,
to let those get ahead,
who most want to be boss.

With need to dominate,
the vain become insane –-
quick to resort to hate,
through fears and tears and pain.

Perhaps we’ll stop the deed
(and ground that “altitude”),
if we could change that seed
to heart-felt gratitude.

Some would prefer a pill
(Genetics is the way!),
but virtue is a skill
that we earn day by day.

I think God has it right,
through living we discern.
Life is a reach for light;
the grasp is where we learn.

May prudence soon capsize
our great un-loving dream,
and show us what is wise,
that love become our theme.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday February 8, 2006; 4:52 A.M.)

901
God’s Plan Is God’s Poem

The title holds the wisdom
of the Grand Architect of the Universe.
The poem holds the strength of spiritual-evolution.
The stanza holds the beauty of trillions of lifetimes.
The line holds our moments of joy.
The Iamb of our pentameter holds our love.
The rhythm holds our striving.
The metaphor holds our dreams.
The rhyme holds our benevolence. 
The last line starts with we 
 (and ends with oneness).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday February 8, 2006; 8:01 A.M.)

902 
Thank You God (2)

Thank You God for our hearts.
Thank You for my next heart beat.

Thank You God for the air we breathe.
Thank You for my next breath.

Thank You God for our minds.
Thank You for my next thought.

Thank You God for our free will.
Thank You for my next choice.

Thank You God for our bodies.
Thank You for my next motion.

Thank You God for our food.
Thank You for my next meal.

Thank You God for our water.
Thank You for my next drink.

Thank You God for our sun.
Thank You for my next ray of warmth.

Thank You God for our Earth.
Thank You for my home.

Thank You God for our companions.
Thank You for my next friend.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday February 10, 2006; 6:26 A.M.)

903 
Unrequited Love (1)

It hurts when rejected,
and lowers self-esteem.
It’s quite unsuspected
and happens like a dream.

It may just take a while
to get back on our feet,
to face the facts and smile
(and hope it won’t repeat).

They say it’s not too late.
The right one might appear.
It pays to contemplate
on love without a tear.

Although it could seem odd,
too subtle or unique,
the prudent help of God
is always wise to seek.

In everything we do,
the quality of choice
will help us to renew.
In that we can rejoice.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday February 11, 2006; 12:06 A.M.)

904 
Happy New Year 

(and May the Good Prevail)

Another turn around the sun.
You’d think we’d learn to have some fun.

For Bad, a lull, in earthly hate
would be too dull (a peace too late).

Could Bad outlive blood and treason?
Could we forgive their foul season?

Bad would destroy our Godly Light.
To save that joy the Good will fight.

Perhaps some day (let it be soon)
we’ll earn God’s way, where love’s immune.

Let none be sad where Good will gain.
Let Bad fight Bad and reap the pain.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday February 11, 2006; 6:02 A.M.)

905 
Temporary Fugitives From Gratitude

For you, who may have lost the way,
a light now burns in the window.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday February 12, 2006; 4:07 A.M.)

906 
Keeping It Light

With practice it becomes a skill,
whereby we learn when love must fight.
The source of darkness is free-will,
and yes, it is the source of light.

To realize is to rejoice.
God’s given us a royal art.
The trick of life is in the choice,
and quality comes from the heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday February 13, 2006; 4:41 A.M.)

907
Planet ‘I’

In truth they’re quite forgettable.
Who wants to remember the pain,
of moments made regrettable,
through our encounters with the vain.

Vanity has its altitude.
Self-importance is there to stay.
It finds no time for gratitude,
and shouts the ‘I’-word night and day.

Future researchers may just find
everyone “shouts” to a degree,
for it varies in Humankind,
from ‘I’ to ever-present “Me”.

From disrespect to gratefulness
(Man’s beautiful evolution)
unveils our key to happiness,
as hearts whisper God’s solution.

Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday February 15, 2006; 5:58 A.M.)

908
 “Tweakin”

I think a tweak, in point of view,
can make unique, and feel quite new.
But what tweaker, knowing tweak-stuff,
can make sleeker and not rebuff?
We’ve all been tweaked. Some will recall
(barbed and critiqued) we learned to crawl.
Tweaking’s an art (most will agree)
few do with heart or sympathy.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday February 16, 2006; 7:20 A.M.)

909
Staying The Course

They quite ignore the heart,
as they promote their frown,
to drown each joyful start.
(Some concepts weigh us down).

The clever-advocate
of sadness bars the way.
Angry then turns to hate
(but some refuse that play).

Our ancient friends who cared,
probed deep into the whole,
and left us more prepared
(scroll-glimpses into Soul).

And now it’s we who reach,
beyond our comfort zone,
and find we must impeach
some thoughts long-turned to stone.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday February 19, 2006; 7:06 A.M.)

910 
Shergahti

Inhabitants of Earth,
you who would wish on stars,
who know dreams can give birth,
receive this piece* of Mars.

*Meteorite: Martian lava rock, Tharsis Region; Shergahti, India; August 28, 1865

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday February 21, 2006; 4:59 A.M.)

911 
The Gray-Gripe

Lord I heard a gray-gripe today.
Loneliness was spoken out bold.
Our eyes agreed, as if to say,
“This getting old is gettin-old”.

Not in anger was this spoken,
just aches and pains waitin-the-nod.
Young and wild were bucked and broken.
(Only the humble search for God).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday February 23, 2006; 5:18 A.M.)

912
The Art Of Heart Starts With Hope

Some say He lets us be,
to listen to the heart,
then watches you and me,
to see who learns His art.

Some say He intercedes,
so many times a day,
we could not count the weeds
He’s pulled along the way.

Some say “She” runs the show,
and helps us to refine,
with beauty do we glow,
with joy we realign.

Some say that we will earn
a glimpse into God’s theme,
whereby we may discern
the dreamer from the dream.

Some say, with due respect,
Man needs to love Mankind.
May the Great Architect
make warm that light of mind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday February 24, 2006; 6:26 A.M.)

913 
That Southern Arizona Dry

Some meditate, and some still dance.
The patient wait God to enhance.
They don’t ask why, and don’t complain.
When hot and dry, they pray for rain.
Moisture keeps pace with attitude –
a perfect place for gratitude.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday February 26, 2006; 5:44 A.M.)

914
To The Christ

Love is Your emphasis,
our learning and support,
so easy to dismiss –
(distort and then abort).

Loving is tectonic,
yet caring and humane.
Its light is symphonic.
Man’s heart is its domain.

You are God’s valentine.
You help me learn God’s art.
Refine and realign –
each one must know their heart.

That love may overflow,
through all good points of view,
I pray that I may grow
in quality like You.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday February 28, 2006; 4:16 A.M.)

915
They’re Rare But They Are There

They’re shockingly unique,
and strike a heartfelt chord,
for selfless does not seek,
or expect, a reward.

They choose not to compete,
and treat you with respect.
They are a joy to meet.
(Real love has that affect).

They are the avant-garde,
benevolent of mind.
They glimpse, with great regard,
the sunrise of Mankind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday March 1, 2006; 6:48 A.M.)

916 
Subtle Architecture

The present shows choices
the past made for today.
Sorrows or rejoices
reaped now from yesterday.

What will the future find
(those travelers from space),
the coffin of Mankind,
or great hearts that embrace?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday March 3, 2006; 5:12 A.M.)

917
Beyond Extremely Great

There’s something enthusiastic
when mind and heart create.
It is really quite fantastic
(beyond extremely great).

You may be mixing artist paint
for colors that bring joy.
You may shape marble into saint,
or make a special toy.

Because of you we may replace
hunger with solar foods,
then put amusement parks in space
to heighten our best moods.

Perhaps psyche will be your start.
Please find within our wills,
a panacea from the heart,
a cure for all our ills.

Perhaps you’ll help us Humanize
in good and simple ways,
where we may glimpse our own sunrise,
and energize our days.

Thank you for all your thoughtfulness,
and hopeful dreams refined.
Thank you for all the happiness
you’ll bring to Humankind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday March 5, 2006; 4:43 A.M.)

918 
The Joy Of My Choosing

In the whole of my everyday,
I choose a smile over a tear.
In all the things I do and say,
I choose caution over my fear.

Yes, I fail, sometimes, to rejoice.
When I forget free-will’s a gift
(that I am trusted with the choice),
that’s when I feel life’s gone adrift.

Yet life’s never at sea that long,
for in the choosing I feel free,
and I, for one, enjoy that song.
It is my slant on destiny.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday March 6, 2006; 5:59 A.M.)

919 
Venus The Brightest Planet

(Not just for astronomers)

To see what goes on far and near,
our probes checked out your Yang and Yin.
Your day is longer than your year
(your orbit time is less than spin).

Your travel has a purer bent,
more like a circle than ellipse.
Romance and awe “appear” absent
(without a moon there’s no eclipse).

You cannot boast of spring at all.
Geometry gives you away.
Your axial tilt’s much too small
(you have no seasons to display).

Yet hearts reach for you, with a sigh,
through your morning and evening light.
Roman Goddess of Earthly sky,
love and beauty are your delight.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday March 8, 2006; 8:23 A.M.)

920 
Count The Stars As Suns

Life has its painful way
of shouting incomplete.
When vanity holds sway,
the heart is obsolete.

The road to being nice
is humbling, there’s no doubt.
Absorbing sound advice
is what life’s all about.

There is a hidden law,
yet it glows like the sun.
(Be smart. Don’t kink your straw).
The wise have much more fun.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday March 10, 2006; 7:35 A.M.)

921 
The Science Of Thought

Someday our shoulds and oughts
will sense we’re overdue,
to focus on our thoughts
(as science to pursue).

Cause and effect may find
some facts that show a trend,
in quality of kind
to make of thought a friend.

It may help to have hope,
that soon, to our surprise,
through depth and range and scope,
we’ll touch upon the wise.

The good will use this tool,
with prudent-charity,
as thought becomes our school,
and love our clarity.

Yet what will Mankind do,
when politics make bold,
with scientific view,
and thinking then grows cold?

To apply means intent,
and bias rules that art.
Until thoughts reach ascent,
make all your science heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday March 12, 2006; 9:37 A.M.)

922 
I Am My Joy Unique

(Happiness Speaks)

I am my joy unique.
It’s my choice not to hate.
Delight is my technique,
and love I cultivate.

There’s no room tomorrow,
for all that I have missed.
Let no tear or sorrow
be recalled or persist.

Regrets have their own spell,
to keep us all downcast.
I bid them no farewell
(those joyless friends from past).

I like to wear a smile,
regardless of world mood.
It helps make life worthwhile,
and tweaks my attitude.

Don’t think I go too far.
Balance is meant to be.
My door is left ajar,
for all who must be free.

I am my joy unique.
It’s my choice not to hate.
Delight is my technique,
and love I cultivate.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday March 15, 2006; 3:31 A.M.)

923 
My Parrot Drinks His Coffee Black

My parrot drinks his coffee black.
If he would switch to tea,
he may be less a maniac,
and sleep might be squawk-free.

If politics were pantomime,
would hands replace the voice?
If idle talk became sublime,
would all hearts then rejoice?

Some “ifs” can touch the unpursued.
They’re used to emphasize,
and often serve to change our mood.
Attention is their prize.

I like to find those “ifs” of mind,
that help my everyday,
that make my actions true and kind,
that heal my Earthly stay.

And if an “if” would undermine
Man’s foolishness to date,
I’d share it as my bottom-line,
and hope it’s not too late.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday March 15, 2006; 5:59 A.M.)

924 
The Way We Will

It can uplift, or cause a bind.
Free-will’s a gift to Humankind.
But God held back so we may learn.
That which we lack Mankind must earn.

Mind without heart raises the cost
(cold-dark that art which keeps Man lost).
The virtues teach the best advice,
And warm our reach for paradise.

Prudence is gold with charity
(a pair to hold for clarity).
Gratitude knows the giver cares.
Honesty glows and kindness shares.

Virtues combine to make us sane.
We realign and are humane.
From there we weave our great progress
(there we achieve our humbleness).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday March 17, 2006; 6:25 A.M.)

925 
Parting Shot?

My epitaph, though I will never die,
should give a laugh, to all who wonder why.
For those who weep, carve a large smiley-face.
Was I asleep? (Add cell phones just in case).

Please tell my friends, I’d like to get emails,
to make amends, and then to tell my tales.
Carve this on back (for all our thoughts are seeds).
“Cut God some slack, create good deeds not weeds.”

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday March 19, 2006; 6:39 A.M.)

926 
Alien Analysis

Of all that Man holds dear,
the ones that touch your heart
are simple and sincere,
from these we would not part.

You stray, no doubt, to “taste”,
which complicates your days.
Until you see that waste,
deception fills your ways.

The good in you is strong.
Joy’s forever your health.
You fight to right a wrong.
You know that love is wealth.

By design you create.
Free-will’s your exercise.
Prudent and not irate,
you sense that God is wise.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday March 20, 2006; 6:39 A.M.)

927  
Create A New Holiday

For our delight we call on heart,
to shed its light on God’s great art.
Plant a new seed, your beauty-day.
A deed in need, the wise would say.
Beauty for sure, is by and far,
our greatest cure, (that joyful star).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday March 26, 2006; 6:00 A.M.)

928 
High Mass Stars

Burn faster than your friends
(a shorter life for you).
Be quick to make amends,
and watch your point of view.

Show your nuclear art
(light up yet not destroy).
Discern and play your part.
Love fills your heart with joy.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday March 29, 2006; 5:44 A.M.)

929 
Space Marshall

Ride without fear, for God and star.
Go less than near, and more than far.
Wash the stardust out of our eyes,
that thoughts be just, and hearts be wise.
Let none slip by, that all discern
(both crude and sly) life is to learn.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday April 02, 2006; 5:16 A.M.)

930 
Thank You For The Stars

The key to every star is mass,
known well to “gazer-kind”.
All nebulae are dust and gas,
but broods were hard to find.

Humanity now has a treat
(some things our eyes don’t see).
With infrared’s great love for heat,
star-young, for us, shine free.

Nature, perhaps, learned how to hide.
Survival starts that test.
From predators, extremes and pride,
the wise conceal their nest.

For sure we’ve got a way to go,
to bridge separation.
Our fear and greed would have our glow.
Life is education.

But how to educate the vain?
Classrooms know not the way.
Mankind, it seems, absorbs their pain
(they play until we pay).

Our learning may be outer space
(look up and see the cure).
Many now share its light and grace,
with gratitude for sure.

Goodness reveals the royal-art
(inventions but extend).
When virtue fills the mind and heart,
then God may call us friend.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday April 10, 2006; 4:15 A.M.)

931 
Ing-ness

Mankind is:
always pursuing;
mostly accruing;
often misdoing;
and rarely reviewing.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday April 10, 2006; 4:55 A.M.)

932
Choosing Is Confusing

Choosing is confusing
(could cost beyond our fill).
It often comes with sting
(Why did God give free will?)

How many can rejoice
in never having made
a regrettable choice,
which was so lightly weighed?

Arrogance won’t respect
that universe in you.
Stars help us to reflect.
Beauty softens the view.

Becoming not so proud
(Man’s uncommon success),
will shout “Me-First” less loud,
and lead to heart-access.

With dependence it wakes,
far from our vainest mood.
It feeds on our mistakes
(humility needs food).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday April 12, 2006; 8:46 A.M.)

933
Beyond What We Believe

When deceit’s very obsolete,
the universe will know,
our learning’s just about complete
(soon charity will glow).

Some will say it’s optimistic
and borders on naive.
It sounds so unrealistic
(beyond what we believe).

At times the closer we discern,
the louder the dissent.
Perhaps it is the way we learn
(the way of our ascent).

For you who understand Man’s mood,
yet sense the call of Soul,
forgive our passions unsubdued,
and focus on the goal.

Sincerity’s the Path of Light,
and prudence knows the way.
Heart-beauty brings a warm delight.
Love all Mankind today.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday April 16, 2006; 4:35 A.M.)

934
Thermo-Nuclear Progenitors?

We find our worth by how we reach.
This school called earth has much to teach.
As tilt and spin varies our day,
with discipline we earn our way.
Now some embrace, with wanderlust,
a view of space, that we’re stardust.*

From “stuff” afar to human kind –
exploding star (violent mind).
Does our “stuff” hold those memories, 
from heat untold, to stellar breeze?
Is that the light we’re searching for?
Does “stuff” excite through acts of war?
Increase not cease (that’s Roman-Mars).
There is no peace in dying stars.

* Current popular astronomical understanding

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday April 26, 2006; 5:54 A.M.)

935 
Friend To Friend

(An invitation from Freemasonry)

(for my Masonic Coach)

May I extend my hand to you,
and recommend a point of view?
One that reflects the good we dream.
One that respects God as Supreme.
One that will grow the kindly art.
One that will flow from warmth of heart.

It’s a highway humble and wise.
It’s a gateway to Man’s sunrise.
Through truth we earn a balanced mind.
Through love we learn to help Mankind.
Come sit and share, we’ll laugh and smile.
To give with care, makes life worthwhile.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday April 29, 2006; 6:13 A.M.)

936
Borders

Mankind has had its share.
Perhaps, to some, they bring a smile.
Much thanks to those who dare
(sure the world was flat, for a while).

Thoughts can limit or free,
for what is unbelievable,
when searchers find a key,
often becomes achievable.

Prudently learn the art,
that our children may roam someday.
Borders aren’t made for heart
(know that which we hobble today).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday April 30, 2006; 6:37 A.M.)

937
Message To Myself (May 7, 2006)

The unknown has beckoned.
We’ve passed escape-velocity
(seven miles per second),
decades beyond Earth’s gravity.

Our moon reflects our sun,
and craters the remnants of space.
It holds what we have done
(the footprints of the Human Race).

Count that a great success.
Now we prepare to walk on Mars.
Sure they’ll call it progress,
as we will our way to the stars.

I hope there’s a checklist,
beyond the safety of our quest,
that character persist,
in every effort we invest.

Prudence at First-Contact
may understand their yesterday.
A charity intact
may share the heart-dream of our way.

Of course, they soon will find,
that some of us are crazy-dudes
(we’re not at all one mind).
Free will has many attitudes.

Perhaps they’ll sense in us
the Cosmic battle all must feel, 
that universal fuss, 
with painful echoes oh so real.

They may then recognize,
in all our inconsistency,
our striving to be wise,
our dying, trying to be free.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday May 7, 2006; 4:27 A.M.)

938
Message To Myself (May 10, 2006)

Attention loves to shout,
and so turns-up the talk.
If you have any doubt
come hear my parrot squawk.

With Man there’s no telling,
what the shape or the way.
It could be just yelling,
or atoms on display.

It starts somewhere within,
and ends somewhere outside.
When grin turns into sin,
some fight, some learn to hide.

Where good and God are one,
all night succumbs to light.
It’s then our hearts have won
a future warm and bright.

Then gratitude will heal, 
and hope will civilize.
Humility is real.
The wise will humanize.

But there’s always a few,
who ‘will’ for just ‘their’ best,
who hold that ‘Me-First’ view
in this our Earthly test.

Sure we can count on them,
for what we need to grow,
as we judge or condemn
our brothers slow to glow.

Prudence can teach and learn,
for charity makes room.
As we sow and discern,
the Soul knows how to bloom.

May our love be the seed,
for thoughts we hold and share,
for love’s the deed in need,
to show God that we care.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday May 10, 2006; 8:31 A.M.)

939 
Thought Planters

Some need to learn quite fast,
how thoughts, like stones, can last.
A rhyme sometimes will teach,
where pain is slow to reach.

Every ‘sweet’ wrong-doing
adds a storm accruing.
No passion unsubdued
will leave us unpursued.

Every good overlaps,
in calm, untortured naps.
Discern and then advance.
Life gives an inward glance.

Positive thought’s a start.
God loves a joyful heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday May 11, 2006; 6:50 A.M.)

940 
Message To Myself (May 25,2006)

Quite slow we learn how dear the cost,
when love lives not in human dreams.
Sure pain befriends the balance lost.
The untrained mind dwells at extremes.
Heart whispers share there’s much to learn
in God’s great school of Earth and sky.
Beyond suntan we feel sunburn.
The wise observe and then comply.
Only the student can be taught.
The good look for most helpful ways.
Approach the quality of thought.
Nature obeys when Man obeys.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday May 25, 2006; 5:25 A.M.)

941
Message To Myself (May 28, 2006)

The Saguaro has bloomed.
Sonoran Summer’s here.
Desert heat is presumed.
Triple digits are near.

What happened long ago?
Which thoughts created this?
Where is the gentle glow?
Extremes are far from bliss.

What quality of seed
did they import to mind?
Perhaps some fear or greed
dressed as the greatest find.

What did they not discern?
What could they not correct?
Did they refuse to learn?
What could they not respect?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday May 28, 2006; 7:44 A.M.)

942
Message To Myself (June 2, 2006)

Some things must be unlearned,
before we can agree.
The balanced life is earned.
No extreme makes us free.
But where is best to start?
Let it be gratitude,
that wakes the sleeping heart,
from Man-dreams rude and crude.
That grateful beat can grow.
Such focus brings success.
To each his own heart-glow.
Love’s bud is thankfulness.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday May 28, 2006; 7:44 A.M.)

943 
For Those Who Traveled To Mars

Shiny gold visors mirror an Earth-rise.
Sons of the sun, reflect long on this day.
For your children, deep space will be their prize.
Under our clouds, we cheer you and we pray.

Perhaps some one had the insight
to bring the wives and thus observe
that balance is a special light
(an ancient knowledge we preserve).

Some thoughts can make us whole.
Some lead to our defeat.
Not the ride but the goal,
will teach what’s obsolete.

Let hearts extend.
Let our love flow.
Let dreams transcend,
that Soul may glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday June 5, 2006; 5:34 A.M.)

944 
Space Lights

Edge-on some seem quite flat.
Face-on, Earth shapes can grace.
One resembles a hat,*
then there’s the zoo in space.

That a star is a sun,
by now you may well know,
but galaxies are fun,
their stars put on a show.

Orbital scopes reveal,
beyond our sight and touch,
the unseen as the real.
We’ve never known so much.

Now infrared discerns
outside the eye’s threshold.
Ultra violet learns
stories, till now, untold.

X-rays help us explore,
though hidden from our view,
galactic cores and more,
the old becomes the new.

At times Man lived in fear,
of what we could not see,
now text-books make it clear,
knowledge can set us free.

Why only five senses?
What else can’t we detect?
Why these built-in fences,
and whom do they protect?

Perhaps there is a scent,
a tell-tale clue of Soul,
that indicates ascent,
of care, within Man’s goal.

A trigger in God’s scheme,
the prudent contemplate
(while others vaguely dream)
the conquest of our hate.

I know we’ll see someday
the joy of Humankind,
as we progress our way,
where heart will guide the mind.

Until that day our scopes
will challenge what is known,
and activate our hopes,
for all the love we’ve sown.

* The Sombrero Galaxy

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday June 8, 2006; 5:38 A.M.)

945 
Keeping It Simple #2

Without a doubt, within our skin,
we all look out, but rarely in.
With senses five, we fill the mind,
but feel alive, when heart is kind.
Those subtle beats will serve to share,
how love competes and thrives on care.
Life is a loan – Man’s stepping stone.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday June 10, 2006; 5:08 A.M.)

946 
A Bridge Unfinished

Some say it’s gain that we enthrone,
and vain is pain. That’s how Man’s grown.
For sure not fear (it dims our fire),
and there’s a tear for each desire.
What will progress the Human Race?
Love is my guess, and inner space.
Meanwhile, the wise make hugs their prize.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday June 12, 2006; 5:30 A.M.)

947
Heart People

Cruelty is darkness,
so easy to achieve.
It thrives on hopelessness,
so easy to deceive.

To all who’ve long outgrown
those dead-end streets of mind,
and promised to dethrone
the unjust and unkind,

We see, with care, your dance
into the human heart.
Your glow of tolerance
gives love its strongest start.

Heart people earn their pay,
and know where to invest.
Charity is their way.
Their great eternal quest.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday June 14, 2006; 7:23 A.M.)

948  
Message To Myself (June 16, 2006)

Dawn can caress. Through petals thin,
colors express (with yawn) their Yin.
The songbirds sing in serenade.
Sun soon will bring the bright parade.

The last bird sang to greater light,
now tuned to Yang, it takes to flight.
And far beyond, through unknown sky,
in subtle bond, galaxies fly…

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday June 16, 2006; 5:10 A.M.)

949 
The Joyful Quest

To Her prudent and patient guest,
Nature can show a pretty face,
from glowing sunsets in the west,
to galaxies in deepest space.

Search it out. Compare and measure.
It is rewarding to pursue.
Beauty gives aesthetic pleasure.
(Delightful, magnetic and true).

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday June 19, 2006; 4:30 A.M.)

950
Santa’s Success

Santa’s success down to this day,
brings happiness in bag and sleigh.
He’s meant, for sure, to harmonize.
Good thoughts endure. Caring is wise.

Winter delight (ever so near),
we need your light this time of year.
Make the world glad. Giving is great.
Remind the bad, it’s not too late.

Diamonds are made from lumps of coal.
The heart will aid. Good will’s the goal.
Suit-up old friend. Ready your team. 
Feelings transcend. Young sleepers dream …

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday June 21, 2006; 7:18 A.M.)

951 
Luck Is What We’ve Done

It’s simply how we choose, and what we’ve done.
With ugliness we lose. Beauty is fun.
No one is innocent, if Karma’s true.
Those thoughts of low intent, the bad we do,
we meet them on the way. Pleasure and pain
teach us to warm our day, that love is sane.
Our mental life will seed our every deed.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday June 23, 2006; 6:06 A.M.)

952 
For My Next Breath

Let me now give, with great delight,
thanks that I live conscious of light.
Let me this day, with grateful glow,
humble my way, that love may flow.
Let me depart, with no deceit,
thankful for heart and its first beat.
Simple is best, the wise conclude.
Life is a test of gratitude.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday June 25, 2006; 6:05 A.M.)

953
Toast Talk

Here’s to daydreams, ice creams,
racing bikes and red kites,
to the sparkles and gleams
of all childhood delights.

I knew them long ago,
yet they still keep me warm.
They color my rainbow,
and help weather my storm.

The joys of life I toast,
that live within my heart,
where I may make the most
of all that they impart.

May I, in turn, employ
(as if in planting seed),
the skill of adding joy
to every thought and deed.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday June 25, 2006; 8:11 A.M.)

954 
 “ … and it tastes so good!”

Chocolate is the way
to make desserts supreme.
“There’s more to love”, we say, 
as we enjoy ice cream.

Now eating without shame
is just the thing to do,
yet there’s another game –
to lose a pound or two.

We non-thins do agree,
that science should create
a weightless calorie,
to populate our plate.

Yet scientific treats
won’t make our will-to-slim
combat our love of sweets,
so we can all be trim.

We need to know the knack,
to carefully eject,
the heavy from the snack,
to host that slim-effect.

Here’s to our search for light,
to joyfully discern
why pants are getting tight,
and when we must adjourn.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday June 28, 2006; 4:05 A.M.)

955 
Message to Myself (June 29, 2006)

In reserving the right,
to ever change my mind,
may I so shine my light,
where I am unrefined.

Discerning what to keep, 
and what I must update,
may lose me lots of sleep
as I progress and wait.

But what is there more real,
within our Human trust,
than gaining heart appeal,
where love can then adjust.

Helping is not extreme,
yet some may think it odd,
that service is supreme.
The goal of Man is God.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday June 29, 2006; 5:01 A.M.)

956
Let It So Flow

I feel a grin in this old face,
from deep within my inner space.
It’s like a nod, that life’s okay –
a hint of God, that fills my day.

Let it ascend as welcomed guest.
Let it extend its joyful quest.
Let it so flow, that for a while,
with warmest glow, the world may smile.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday July 01, 2006; 6:29 A.M.)

957 
Contemplate And Liberate

To penetrate love as an art,
to permeate in every heart,
to cultivate the mind and Soul,
appreciate God as the goal.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday July 02, 2006; 4:50 A.M.)

958 
The Gift Of Santa

Santa’s for us adults,
to teach our kids the way.
To get the best results,
put joyfulness in play.

First tune into the mood,
then decorate with ease.
Buy presents and fine food.
Good hearts desire to please.

All this may give one pause,
to thank such thoughtfulness,
so grateful that old Claus
brings us such happiness.

As children do we learn
Santa gives us pleasure.
As parents we discern
Santa is the treasure.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday July 02, 2006; 8:13 A.M.)

959 
But Do They Have Chocolate?

Would I travel in outer space?
Do flowers grow beyond the Earth?
Do birds serenade dawn with grace?
What is the cost? What is it worth?

Could we stumble in our ascent?
Can life be lived by foreign star?
Is sun alone our nourishment?
Do we now plan one dream too far?

What if God gave the old green light,
to search, to find, to populate?
For sure we’d think it only right,
to let our habits cultivate.

I’d like to raise a subtle voice,
and hope to share it from the heart.
My preference (given the choice)
is to clean up before we start.

It may take longer than the trip,
to chart light years of happiness,
but love fuels all good fellowship,
and gratitude creates success.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday July 06, 2006; 4:58 A.M.)

960 
Real Subtle Stuff

You know, some think it’s just a stage.
Pants start to shrink. False teeth enrage.
Some say good-byes (Their song is sung),
but dry your eyes, my mind’s still young.

I hear quite clear my thoughts today,
but tongue, I fear, is losing sway.
Some words come slow and some aren’t there,
but my friends know that I still care.

I could just nod then sometimes shake
(and hope that God knows I’m awake).
But one confine I hope to reach,
there hearts combine talk beyond speech.

Not a coma – where Souls embrace
life’s diploma unites the race.
Alive or dead Man’s great export
is love unsaid (Don’t come up short.)

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday July 06, 2006; 4:58 P.M.)

961 
I Am Phoenix

My triple digits are my price
for half a year in paradise.
My beauty never knows defeat,
too many flowers love my heat.
Sunset color is my delight.
Moon and stars decorate my night.
Learn my cycles. Then come and play.
Flexibility is my way.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday July 9, 2006; 5:10 A.M.)

962 
To Further Your Own Happiness

All have limits on what we see,
but far beyond our range of sense,
past free-will plantings are the key.
Know that they make us smart or dense.

A thought once thought lives in the past,
available for our review.
Sure some would make us feel aghast
and others that we live anew.

The best of helpful thought reveals
the joy of love is Man’s treasure.
When wills align with good ideals,
hearts then glow in subtle measure.

To further your own happiness
(and let me here be quite concise),
it pays to think with joyfulness,
and that’s my very best advice.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday July 10, 2006; 6:47 A.M.)

963 
Getting To Know You

I think it elegant, a dance with grace,
a motion to enchant, ours to embrace.
The humble understand far beyond sight.
The Source of life is grand, beyond delight.
Beyond feeling stardust in every beat,
theirs is a glimpse of trust, beyond defeat.
I think it is worthwhile, when hearts can smile.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday July 11, 2006; 5:53 A.M.)

964 
Our Free-Will Party (1)

Regardless of the best advice,
they’re rarely there. They lack appeal.
In Man’s approach to Paradise,
“do-lists” do not reflect what’s real.

Growing is ornery business, 
yet love tells us that is our way.
It’s all about our happiness,
and how we think and act today.

Like it or not we all plant seeds
with ugly thought, anger and fear.
Others call them flaws or weeds.
You know, those things that hurt to hear.

It’s possible, with good-faith spins,
we can discern the prudent art,
and learn to turn our scowls to grins,
as mind earns access to the heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday July 12, 2006; 5:20 A.M.)

965
Start Each New Year With A Kiss

Christmas is a warming,
where giving’s common place,
where carols help hearts sing,
and families embrace.

Cute little elves are seen
working with great delight.
Color it red and green.
Make it shiny and bright.

I think, beyond a doubt,
Joe Santa made a deal –
a great Cosmic time out,
where love becomes quite real.

Now all that is not nice
we gave up with a nod –
a yearly sacrifice,
That brought the smile of God.

New Years resolutions
Remind us to be true,
to heart felt solutions
with kinder points of view.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday July 14, 2006; 7:02 A.M.)

966 
Message To Myself (July 15, 2006)

Much of Mankind has got “The Meez”
(have had it now for quite a while).
There’s only one they aim to please.
Their Me-First is their source of smile.

You are to them a stepping stone.
You won’t befriend them, if you’re smart.
Their selfishness has long been known.
No joy of love lives in their heart.

Of course, we hope they’ll sense the price,
for attitudes can separate.
It’s pleasure versus paradise.
Free will’s a game of love or hate.

Pray for them all, but help them not,
except to find a higher note.
Within the realm of should and ought,
love seeks to find an antidote.

Man’s dark side is no fairy tale.
Be grateful the good find the way,
and learn the secret to prevail,
that darkness does not make our day.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday July 15, 2006; 5:25 A.M.)

967 
Mitochondria

Perhaps you may have heard, with great delight,
God put the song in bird, through earth’s sunlight.
Each breath, beat and motion serve to remind.
Humble is the notion – heart teaches mind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday July 16, 2006; 6:04 A.M.)

968 
Sonoran Visitors

The uncalm want the Yin without the Yang.
The calm await with grin that boomerang.
God greens this desert place for half the year.
Gulf water, we embrace as it draws near.
The other half is heat – our great extreme.
The wise do not compete, with desert dream.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday July 17, 2006; 5:39 A.M.)

969 
Holy Of Holies

You’re the keyhole. Love is the key.
(A sense of Soul beyond the “we”).
You’re everywhere in everything.
With You hearts care. With You hearts sing.
You’re the sunrise that we embrace.
We humanize within Your space.

You’re our delight (a thought away),
both day and night, at work and play.
You are the breeze that clears the view.
A moment, please. Dear God –Thank You.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday July 18, 2006; 5:27 A.M.)

970 
Will One Lifetime Be Enough?

Will ever we be so heart wise,
to empathize and humanize,
that we learn from our yesterdays
and mind explore more loving ways?

If we were very sagacious,
so experienced and gracious,
each moment would be Thanksgiving,
each day a year of forgiving.

Of course, this is speculation
(ever-hopeful calculation),
that soon the “bad” in us befriend
those Teachings that will heal and mend.

Feet on the ground free-will suggests
pleasure dictates in all our quests,
dominant desire, great delight –
we determine the length of night.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday July 19, 2006; 7:43 A.M.)

971  
Discern And Grow

I think it is God’s grand design,
that we gradually refine.
Some may wonder when will we start.
Others chart pulse to probe the heart.
But a total of offenses
may just stagger all our senses.
Summon your joys to battle gloom.
Even deserts know how to bloom.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday July 20, 2006; 6:08 A.M.)

972
Keeping It Simple #3

Happiness is our goal,
joyful and yes, mystique,
a oneness with the whole,
God’s game of hide and seek.

Free will creates our dance,
beyond the roll of dice.
Intent is choice not chance.
Avoid those thoughts not nice.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday July 21, 2006; 6:15 A.M.)

973
The Male Point Of View

If He could run down by the stream,
and feel the fun, to fish and dream,
perhaps He would suspend the rule
that boys be good and go to school.

But sure He knows little boys need
to touch what grows, and learn to read.
That balance shines in young and old.
As boy inclines, the Man makes bold.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday July 23, 2006; 6:15 A.M.)

974
It Must Be Someone Else

Never it could be my actions
that dim my light of mind.
It must be someone else.

Never one of my transactions
brought sorrow to Mankind.
It must be someone else.

Never it could be my feeling,
emotion or belief.
It must be someone else.

Surely it can’t be my thinking
that causes me my grief.
It must be someone else.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday July 25, 2006; 5:41 A.M.)

975 
Here Stands A Freemason

(for my Masonic coach)

Here stands a Freemason raised in the West,
with square and compasses facing his test.
May he learn well the art,
to build only with heart.
May the Great Architect smile on his quest.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday July 26, 2006; 6:05 A.M.)

976 
Virtue Is A Valentine

Free will’s the voice of Humankind.
It shows the choice the frame of mind.
Deception plays a losing hand.
Pain fills its days, then life’s not grand.
Goodness of heart, the caring know,
makes love our art, and warmest glow.
Virtue will mend. Transcend. Transcend.

(Papyrous: Gallup, New Mexico; Friday July 28, 2006; 5:00 A.M.)

977 
Valentine (1)

Each lover’s dream starts with a kiss.
It weaves a theme that ends in bliss.
In all God’s space where love’s an art,
let us embrace in mind and heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday August 2, 2006; 4:27 A.M.)

978 
First Love

It seems so long ago,
but not so far away,
when Earth’s first dawning glow
put light and life in play.

How much of time now past
to glorify the mind?
Thoughts like music outlast
the clash of Humankind.

Then Oh, which beating heart
was first to feel the Soul,
the first to ply God’s art,
the first to reach love’s goal.

Honor that moment rare,
and celebrate that light –
success beyond compare,
thrilling, hopeful and bright.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday August 4, 2006; 4:37 A.M.)

979
The Mystery Of Space

The Source now invites us to tea,
beyond the blue of sky.
Orbiting telescopes now see,
beyond the range of eye.

We thought color, shape and distance,
but youth now thinks of heat,
and the ultra-violet dance
(an invisible treat).

A thermonuclear twinkle,
whether it’s near or far,
now adds an atomic wrinkle,
to wishing on a star.

But wishes will always be there
(great hopes from little hearts).
They find their way to everywhere
unseen on modern charts.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday August 5, 2006; 6:10 A.M.)

980 
Star Birth Talk   

(“G” Is Not for Gravity)

(for my Masonic coach)

This gravity they say
is calmly quite robust.
It spends space time in play
collapsing gas and dust.

It gathers from afar,
then must indeed ignite,
before we call it star,
and gaze upon its light.

When motion heats to fire,
the nebula must dance.
Combustion like desire
goes nuclear by chance.

But some think random’s wrong,
and know someday we’ll find,
just how we all belong
to universal mind.

I’m in their camp it’s true,
and reverence with a nod,
that subtle point of view,
which starts all stars with God.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday August 6, 2006; 7:48 A.M.)

981 
Home Base Or Space?

Some think we’re linked to sun,
and bound to blue and green,
where Earth-suits are more fun,
and love is unforeseen.

For sure we’ve got the toys,
to wonder at right here,
an endless source of joys,
to cherish and hold dear.

Yet I’m preoccupied,
where nebulas give birth,
where galaxies collide
light years away from Earth.

My glimpse into deep space
may hold me for a while.
I’m searching for the Face,
and hope to sense the Style.

There is so much to learn,
but I may only find,
back home’s our place to earn
true balance for Mankind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday August 8, 2006; 4:03 A.M.)

982 
Santa’s Made Of Stardust

Santa’s made of stardust,
as sure as reindeers fly.
His sleigh is made of trust.
His joy can fill the sky.

To get on to his list
be good beyond the day.
It’s easy to be missed,
when love has lost its way.

Each care that flows and glows
ends up in Santa’s bag.
Be glad old red-cheeks knows
the rest’s not worth a wag.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday August 8, 2006; 4:39 A.M.)

983 
Clutteritis

If neatness counts, my future’s fried.
I went through life slip-shod.
Tidy is “Oh so dignified”,
and gets the nod from God.

It’s funny how some thoughts are gold,
and some are dim and gray.
If we just knew which ones to hold,
and which to throw away.

Some things are easy to forget.
Some melt a smile to frown.
So I don’t advocate regret,
that swamp would bog me down.

This bottom line I hope to earn,
to crown all that I know –
Meticulous will help discern
that love which makes me glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday August 9, 2006; 7:01 A.M.)

984 
Holiday-Talk

A valentine could break the ice.
It might refine the rough to nice.
Santa provides, for all young hearts,
those dream sleigh rides, where giving starts.

New year’s our hope future will show,
patience will cope – prudence will flow.
And if I may so boldly write,
a holiday is our green light.

A heart parade, we can create,
to serenade  and celebrate.
It gives a rest, and yes employs,
the very best of human joys.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday August 10, 2006; 7:31 A.M.)

985 
Santa Can Get Subtle

Here’s a sure bet. It’s how we live.
Just what we get is what we give.
Then some we keep, and some we owe,
for “What we reap, is what we sow.”

It’s more concrete when good’s the goal.
We face defeat with lumps of coal.
Stuff our stockings ourselves we do,
with all those things from points of view.

Feelings of fear will lead to pain.
Don’t shed a tear from loss of gain.
The way of heart is happiness.
The way we start is wanting less.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday August 11, 2006; 5:54 A.M.)

986 
Second Chance

Of all the light that Man may choose,
it is delight we mostly lose.
Discernment plays the major role,
to fill our days with love of Soul.

It's lack is pain, you will agree,
a world insane with pedigree.
By your design let joy extend,
and then refine. Live well my friend.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday August 12, 2006; 5:13 A.M.)

987 
Thought Deeds

As we perfect our own delight,
lack of respect destroys that light.
All of our deeds are points of view.
Planting thought seeds is what we do.

Ingratitude is inhumane.
It’s rude and crude, and leads to pain.
Thankful is kind. Learn now to share.
Heart teaches mind. Dare now to care.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday August 14, 2006; 5:40 A.M.)

988 
Thought-Talk (2)

Space languages, I’m sure,
throughout the galaxy,
contain a word for pure,
as well as one for free.

Perhaps we’ll know someday,
these concepts have appeal,
beyond the Milky Way.
Some thoughts are more than real.

They permeate the mind,
and quickly resonate,
in beings that are kind,
where love has conquered hate.

We search what we discern,
to see what we can gain,
in hopes that we may earn
a character not vain.

That pattern’s in our heart.
It shows up in our dreams,
as we perfect our art
to see through foolish schemes.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday August 17, 2006; 4:24 A.M.)

989 
Pack Rat

He must have thrown something away
so precious yet unknown –
a mood perhaps, a cloudy day
when glitter seemed outgrown.

Now he holds beyond his seeing
(a fall back bridge to cross).
Happy is the hopeful being.
Discernment cures all loss.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday August 17, 2006; 6:25 A.M.)

990 
Light Of The Universe

If stars celebrate their birthdays,
then light-parties are commonplace.
Heat is a window of their ways.
They radiate colors in space.

They’re building blocks of galaxies,
which travel at jaw-dropping speeds –
hundreds of miles in just one sneeze.
How many for seven good deeds?

Thermonuclear births will rule –
life spans of nebula shock waves
dwarf dynasties as miniscule.
Shock-miles outnumber human graves.

Stars may glow for billions of years.
We blink, it seems, and we are done.
Will they record our tears and fears,
or mark well our joys beyond fun?

Do we live by chance or by nod?
If I were star, I’d want to know.
Was it shock wave or thought of God
that triggered brilliance in my glow.

Yet stars, like us, are born to die.
Perhaps we learn faster on Earth.
May we discern the how and why:
what’s of value and what’s of worth.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday August 21, 2006; 4:40 A.M.)

991 
Short And Sweet

Caring reveals an attitude.
Birds of a feather make good friends.
Respect is linked to gratitude.
Harmony has its dividends.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday August 23, 2006; 4:43 A.M.)

992 
What Is A Heart Poem?

It’s never such, where mad is fad,
that fears too much, or turns on sad.
It starts with thought, then feelings play,
till what it’s not is thrown away.

It hears a tune that it can hum –
a taste of moon, a touch of drum.
It finds a glow, a common light,
that most folks know will bring delight.
The time well spent is time worthwhile,
if what is meant can bring a smile.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday August 23, 2006; 6:11 A.M.)

993
Escape Velocity

Seven they say, not six or three
miles per second, we need.
As we comply with gravity
to make space-thought a deed.

Obedience in every way
to Mother Nature’s Laws,
allows our space-dreams room to play
by-passing Human flaws.

To disobey will mean to fail,
in foolish unconcern.
Mistake the minnow for the whale –
God’s lessons to discern.

Now “merging” is as good a name,
if opposites are true.
It turns on how we play the game –
how hard our point of view.

Man’s given plenty to defeat,
ego’s non-compliant.
Where “I” and “Me” grow obsolete,
“we” are less defiant.

Going within’s another thing.
The good can strengthen will,
and yes imprudence has its sting,
and calmness is a skill.

This slow science of subtle force,
where virtue plays its part
(as stepping stones to reach the Source)
finds mind obeying heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday August 28, 2006; 6:28 A.M.)

994 
Message To Myself (September 2, 2006)

They say we’re made of dust.
I think they’ve gone too far.
We’re beautiful I trust,
quite like the bright of star.

Our minds do cloud that light.
Reactions have their way.
A focus on delight
strengthens our everyday.

Yes, karmic jails we fill, 
from whim to cruelest mood,
as slow we turn our will
from lack of gratitude.

Masters of destruction,
your thought will take its toll.
Masters of construction,
heart knows love is the goal.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday September 2, 2006; 5:42 A.M.)

995 
Thanksgiving As Healer

True gratitude is one great sign,
that in Your class room Earth are found
some have progressed to “Yours” not “mine” –
a selfless touch of heart profound.

The rest of us? We’re working through,
and contemplate the how and why.
There are so many points of view,
which grasp and hold our “me” and “my”.

I think You planned it all this way.
Experience will let us know.
Free will’s the method of Your play.
The more we learn the more we glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday September 4, 2006; 4:45 A.M.)

996
Galactic

Facts can replace cobwebs and dust.
Lenses in space help us adjust.
We pause a while as we digest.
It pays to smile and think the best.
Islands of Light, Man’s great surprise,
brighten the night, as we revise.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday September 5, 2006; 5:20 A.M.)

997
Heart Beats Can Whisper

Humanity’s heart-list of things to do,
may it always insist love live anew.
With the pulse of that theme, of Soul accord,
we weave our subtle dream of sweet reward.
And yes, we can stumble in how we dare,
then learn to be humble in how we care.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Saturday September 9, 2006; 4:06 A.M.)

998 
Message To Myself (September 15, 2006)

Some thoughts for sure will beautify,
but some obscure and make us cry.
Beauty’s worthwhile. Forget sorrow.
Creation’s smile weaves tomorrow.
The future grows our deeds as seeds.
The present knows yesterday’s needs.
The three are one. Time is their start.
Quality done releases heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday September 15, 2006; 4:54 A.M.)

999
Message To Myself (September 25, 2006)

Sure the uncheerful willingly pollute.
Such madness undermines to then destroy.
This Mankind-battle, subtle and acute,
is only won with beauty, love and joy.
Not from theory does Man’s task unfold. 
The pain of experience serves to know –
Man-warm is preferable to Man-cold,
our step from mind to heart kindles our glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday September 25, 2006; 5:40 A.M.)

1000 
A Mason I Will Always Be

(for my Masonic coach)

A Mason I was in the past.
Wisdom then became seed,
to root and leaf strong and steadfast,
then flower in the deed.

I am a Mason at present,
thankful that I can know
the source of such blossoms and scent
planted so long ago.

As stepping stones the symbols serve
to cross my self-made streams.
As tools they focus to observe
the quality of dreams.

With harmony in work and play
good striving will unveil.
As charity does light the way
my “humble” will prevail.

A Mason in future I’ll be.
Strength is virtue robust.
Beautiful thoughts will flow through me.
In God I place my trust.

Timeless I’ll live, where love’s an art,
where passions stand subdued.
For every breath, or beat of heart,
dear Lord – my gratitude.

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Wednesday September 27, 2006; 5:58 A.M.)

1001 
The Final Census

How many hearts made?
How many heart beats nourished the mind?
How many thoughts of gratitude?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Thursday September 28, 2006; 6:50 A.M.)

1002 
The Learning

The garden.
Mother Nature.
Our choice of seed.
Will beauty prevail?

The Planet earth.
Natural Law.
Desire.
Will beauty prevail?

The world.
Cosmic Law.
Free will.
Will beauty prevail?

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday October 1, 2006; 7:37 A.M.)

1003
Santa

Some say that he is flesh and bone,
but surely that’s just malarkey.
He’s more than human stepping stone
for consumer hierarchy.
Santa’s an itch that must be scratched –
a thought that satisfies the mind,
where giving and prudence are matched,
with mistletoe for all Mankind.
Santa’s a gift we pass along,
for future’s children to discern,
why in story, poem and song,
love is the treasure all must earn.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Sunday October 1, 2006; 9:49 A.M.)

1004
Does Santa Dream?

Does Santa dream of toys outgrown,
or joy supreme young hearts have known?
Perhaps he’ll share next Christmas eve,
with those who dare through make-believe.
Sleeps a treasure in Humankind.
Mind will measure, and heart will find.
Dreaming is wise, for those who plan,
to Humanize the way of Man.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday October 2, 2006; 5:07 A.M.)

1005 
Until We Get It Right  (3)

(Reincarnating for love)

Can the contour refine,
without its vast content?
What virtue of design
would trespass in that tent?

No love would ever flow
consistent or so pure,
without the prudent glow
Earth living can ensure.

Gratitude is the spin,
humility the groove –
there heart will always win,
and Man always improve.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Tuesday October 3, 2006; 4:51 A.M.)

1006 
Message To Myself (October 9, 2006)

Man holds the key to happiness.
Look to flowers. They are God’s art.
Most everyone feels their caress.
Beauty gives access to the heart.

Negative thoughts can’t light our day.
Ugly feelings need to destroy.
There truly is a better way.
Our response to beauty is joy.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday October 9, 2006; 3:12 A.M.)

1007 
Why?

The mind searches

	for what the heart
	
		already knows.

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday October 9, 2006; 4:02 A.M.)

1008
Flawless

Strength of character is ideal,
but like a whisper in a dream,
we may dismiss it as unreal,
perhaps a momentary gleam.

Excellence is no fun, some say.
It’s boring and doesn’t express.
It’s just too much to change our way,
too hard to grasp moral success.

But life is harder without it.
Choices are made with greed and fear –
counselors unwise and unfit,
who profit much by grief and tear.

Classroom Earth is a gift of heart.
We learn that we decide our fate.
Cause and effect is our great art.
With love we earn then graduate.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday October 9, 2006; 5:14 A.M.)

1009 
Dream Learning

Into the mist, after the rain,
never insist, never complain.
Colors will arc (no monsters here).
Where love’s the spark, there breathes no fear.

I had a dream all wishes grow,
like a sunbeam makes a rainbow.
One fourth the square, not more or less.
Right-angled care will bring success.
I woke to find Science needs heart,
and all Mankind needs Nature’s art.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Friday October 13, 2006; 6:58 A.M.)

1010
Santa Is Forever

If I designed S. Claus,
he’d have a Grateful-List.
This may cause some to pause,
and even to resist.

Much coal would be their fate.
At first they would complain,
but then will contemplate –
the grateful are humane.

Our lack of gratitude
is commonplace I’d say.
You know the ‘altitude’.
It’s heard most every day.

“Well, that’s how it should be!”
(All vanity is blind).
That lack of charity
dishonors Humankind.

To add the glow Man needs,
to see and then to know,
to purify our deeds,
much gratefulness must flow.

The good we want to teach,
for sure we can impart,
for not just kids we reach –
Santa’s a gift of heart.

And he will ride each year,
to warm our winter night,
with all that we hold dear,
to make our future bright.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona, U.S.A. Monday October 23, 2006; 6:27 A.M.)

1011
Halloween

I saw a lot of ghosts last night.
They chatted and howled “Trick or treat!”
One gave my parrot quite a fright
(the scariest sheet on the street).

Were they local or from afar?
Most had a mask to hide their face.
Some painted on a jagged scar.
They came and went at their own pace.

They carried those plastic pumpkins,
with large triangle eyes and nose,
and creepy square-toothed hungry grins,
we all know go with ghostly clothes.

So long ago, and nourished still,
Halloween’s seed we chose to plant.
How may it influence our will?
Does its fruit sour? Does it enchant?

For me, it’s always a pleasure,
to be visited by the young,
to hand them their candy treasure,
to know reaching out has begun.

They are our future. That’s for sure.
Perhaps presidents were greeted.
Foreign policies may mature
just by the way they were “treated”.

But little dreamers continue,
with their pumpkins overflowing.
Far beyond their mother’s curfew,
on their fears, bad dreams are growing.

They’ll need a “demon-queller” now,
with invincible attitude.
One that, no doubt, God would allow,
to shield against the rude and crude.

Will generations still embrace
this fear-filled echo from the past?
Will ghosts co-pilot us in space?
How long do nightmares really last?

But are we ready for such talk?
Most like a good scare now and then.
We take our pumpkins for a walk,
and live it all over again.

It looks like scary’s here to stay,
but frightful’s not our only art,
for Man cares more than scares today,
and valentines remind of heart.
(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday November 5, 2006; 9:52 A.M.)

*From Ancient Chinese story Zhong Kui, the Demon Queller.
1012
Temporary Talk

A point of impact pause
wakes up the sleeping mind.
To hear that mute applause
from those who feel the bind.

It may arrive with age,
or loss of someone near.
Some may react with rage,
and some succumb to fear.

Yet some thank God for life,
and think it all worthwhile,
to greet this world of strife,
with calm and joyful smile.

To know that we all die,
yet fearful not of death,
shows in the bright of eye
and thankfulness of breath.

It is a truth indeed,
we carry from the start.
It’s just not guaranteed –
that next beat of our heart.

Go practice and discern.
Thoughts make our everyday.
Earth is our place to learn.
(Be grateful for your stay).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday November 15, 2006; 6:06 A.M.)

1013
Milestone

It’s nothing new or obsolete.
The “I” outgrew the self-elite.
Who is the same, when “Me” and “Mine”
have lost their claim? The grateful shine.
Some see and know that gentle smile,
which makes the flow of life worthwhile.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday November 17, 2006; 5:24 A.M.)

1014
There Is No Life but God

Straight from my heart, this is for you.
Make love your art, simple and true.
Life is motion. Nothing stays still.
With devotion, make love your will.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday December 7, 2006; 5:00 A.M.)

1015
For Those New To The Planet

Now here’s the deal that all must know.
The grateful heal. The joyful glow.
The honest earn a trust complete.
The prudent learn to be discreet.
Start now, inquire, behind your dream.
With pure desire discern God’s theme.

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday December 7, 2006; 5:45 A.M.)

1016
The Santa Bridge

For much humor and little dread, 
here’s a rumor I cannot spread.
Elves bring a smile and rain deer to.
Yet all the while their goal is you.

Santa’s a play for Man to grow.
Giving’s the way for love to flow.
Future may sing a brighter song.
(Sleigh bells won’t ring in space for long).

Don’t think it strange. It’s guaranteed.
To count on change is wise indeed.
But for success focus is smart.
All happiness is based on heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday December 8, 2006; 7:02 A.M.)

1017
Message To Myself (December 10, 2006)

All life is but a test
of that which we aspire.
The quality of quest
responds to our desire.

Experience will teach.
(Our pain is our great cure).
Let heart guide how to reach.
Reject each thought impure.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday December 10, 2006; 6:59 A.M.)

1018
Fat-Talk
 
(Pure non-sense with internal rhyme)

I had a dream that I was slim.
No more ice cream, just neat and trim.
My over-eat got up and went.
It’s obsolete, now gone and spent.

Lighter I feel. Future weighs less.
A saner meal brings happiness.
When I awoke, with stretch and yawn.
My mirror spoke. My thin was gone.

Where did it go? Was it a wish?
Can I say no to tempting dish?
Sweets fill my shelves and stashes too.
We fool ourselves us eaters do.

We have to snack to feel complete.
We flap the jack, then want a treat.
But things could change, and I foretell,
a re-arrange  will work right well.

Where to begin to lose these pounds
(and double chin). The task confounds.
Diets they say will set me free 
from life’s sweet play with calorie.

It’s also wise to have a goal,
to exercise for self control.
Not me my friend. They’re not my style.
I recommend go dream a while.

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Tuesday December 12, 2006; 5:32 A.M.)

1019
Wisdom, Strength And Beauty

(for my Masonic coach)

The proper corner stone,
for those who must perfect,
needs the breath and the tone
of the Great Architect.

The wise have always taught,
that hidden in the cost
of character is thought.
Without prudence we’re lost.

Now Charity is smart.
It opens us to Soul.
It adds a strength to heart,
that guarantees the goal.

Let no one think it odd,
to beautify thought-seeds.
It is the way of God
to fill, with joy, our deeds.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday December 14, 2006; 6:31 A.M.)

1020
Discern, Learn And Earn

We’ve gone a tad too far
by thinking outer-space,
with nebula and star,
welcomes the human race.

Our treasure lies not there.
How little yet we know
what flowers have to share,
or secrets of the snow.

Birds serenade sunrise.
Their song is our delight.
To know our sun is wise.
We live by warmth of light.

Perhaps it’s too much strain,
and space too smooth a ride,
to battle all that’s vain,
which stows-away inside.

God help us undeceive,
with gratitude as key,
that we may soon achieve
on Earth – humility.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday December 16, 2006; 5:57 A.M.)

1021
From Toys To Joys

Now God employs, so say the wise,
Earth’s simple joys, to symbolize.
It’s up to Man to find the clues,
to sense the Plan, to pay our dues.

And search we do, in our own way.
A change of view renews our day.
The mountain snow, a gift for sure,
lets rivers flow with water pure.

Good thoughts will aid this kind of fun.
Birds serenade our dawning sun.
With pure delight we earn our goal.
From fire to light we warm our Soul.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday December 17, 2006; 4:50 A.M.)

1022
Message To Myself (December 19, 2006)

They’ll not get stuck or overstay.
They gather knowledge and embrace.
The wise will learn from yesterday,
to interface without disgrace.

To build our future with their art,
means to avoid all life’s extremes,
where mind discerns the way of heart,
where happiness exceeds our dreams.

Don’t be surprised few activate
that balanced way the prudent knew.
Man finds it easier to hate
than change a cherished point of view.

Pain is the deed of ignorance.
Pain is the crop of vanity.
Pain is the rhythm of our dance.
Excess corrupts all clarity.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Tuesday December 19, 2006; 4:08 A.M.)

1023
My Santa Reflection

May Santa lose a pound or two,
and make more room for toys.
May we expand our point of view,
and multiply our joys.

“Naughty and nice” may seem cliché,
yet seeds do grow and bloom.
May all our deeds get his OK.
Let not our weeds consume.

May we discern each selfish scheme,
that we may truly know,
which feelings lead to pain extreme,
and which will make us glow.

May holidays be merciful
to wallets everywhere.
May thoughts be kind and beautiful
(heart gifts from those who care).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday December 20, 2006; 7:04 A.M.)

1024
Our Weather-Maker

It can get loose to cause a mess,
heap on abuse, or create stress.
Without restraint the world may quake.
A saint it ain’t, make no mistake.

The good you say? With sentinel
it soothes our play and can excel.
Yet few constrain, in old or young,
that hurricane from wagging tongue.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday December 22, 2006; 5:54 A.M.)

1025
Message To Myself (December 25, 2006)

Some streams may start as small snow flake.
Nature’s our art make no mistake.
It has a sting and we all feel
Nature can sing her song too real.

Free will’s a gift, that Man may learn,
love does uplift. We can discern.
Thought seeds do last and future grows.
With firm forecast our karma flows.
Yet quality will make us wise,
and charity will harmonize.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday December 25, 2006; 7:38 P.M.)

1026
We Don’t Need A reason To Be Joyful

One thing is sure in this here life,
joy can endure our worldly strife.
Not in vain dreams or foolish pride,
nor in extremes does it reside.

Between the whys, above the hows,
the mind applies. The heart endows.
I give a nod and call progress
the art of God through joyfulness.
May we perceive a better way,
and undeceive our Earthly stay.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Tuesday December 26, 2006; 8:17 P.M.)

1027
Good Advice

Laughter can heal. Smiles can forgive.
Know what is real, that love may live.
Poor choice is pain, and pain will teach
keep not the vain within your reach.

Avoid excess. Good dwells not there.
Balance not stress discerns with care.
Beauty’s our start. Joy strengthens day.
Charity’s heart is God’s own way.
Simple is best. Virtue is earned.
This life will test all that we’ve learned.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday December 29, 2006;  5:23 A.M.)

1028
The Joyful Have More Fun

What brings us joy? What brings us stress?
Thought can destroy, or bring success.
Which will we choose? Which will we sow?
Which thoughts will lose, and which will glow?

Beauty’s a gift for our delight.
Love can uplift prudence with light.
Make life worthwhile. Discern the play.
Be quick to smile. Heart knows the way.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday January 1, 2007;  4:31 A.M.)

1029
Santa’s Secret

Now Santa works full time
To make Christmas a “wrap”.
His journey is sublime,
(but not without a nap).

To get him through the night
A dream or two will find,
That right amount of light
To decorate Man’s mind.

Joyful he works his art,
To help us navigate
Our way into his heart,
That we may celebrate.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday January 4, 2007;  9:14 A.M.)

1030
I Have Much To Learn

If I were smart and knew God’s way,
I’d feel my heart had much to say.
Soft would it speak, unlike headlines,
yet far from weak, when pulse refines.

The good would hear, in every beat,
love without fear makes life complete.
It’s waiting there, for thoughts to glow.
It’s waiting there for me to grow.
If I were smart and knew God’s way,
I’d feel my heart had much to say.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday January 5, 2007;  6:39 A.M.)

1031
A “Temporary” Point Of View

A “joyful noise” is nothing new.
Most like to be around delight.
Joy always serves us well and true,
And keeps us safe throughout the night.

Now bottomless is pretty deep,
But sadness brings us there for sure.
This holding-on will reap and weep.
Not in sorrow we find our cure.

Attachment is the way of pain.
Earth life is just not permanent.
The wise know gratitude is sane.
A sense of change is time well spent.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday January 7, 2007;  6:22 A.M.)

1032
Simple Yet Subtle

To fortify Mankind,
Teach now each girl and boy,
Success in heart and mind
Knows beauty leads to joy.

Life’s greatest dividend
Is with us every day.
Choose wisely and transcend.
Uplift in every way.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday January 8, 2007;  6:29 A.M.)

1033
The Secret Of Every New Year

As we reflect on this past year,
most can expect both cheer and tear.
High hopes we had, and dreams of wealth.
Yet settled glad for better health.

We want to learn what future brings,
but few discern that thoughts are things.
Each thought is seed. We think and sow.
We are the deed. Choose well and grow.
It takes a while to know God’s art,
then plant a smile within the heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday January 10, 2007;  5:36 A.M.)

1034
Message To Myself (January 13, 2007)

Don’t let the news say when to smile.
Not all world views make life worthwhile.
Love gives insight to this Earth-play.
Find that delight, which makes your day.
Choose to transcend the rude and crude.
Heart recommends more gratitude.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday January 13, 2007;  9:19 A.M.)

1035
Earth Test

It’s no surprise thoughts block the way.
With each sunrise moods have their play.
Free-will’s a gift, we daily earn.
It can uplift, or deeply burn.

With loving care and kind insight,
what is despair could be delight.
It’s quite a bind. This lack of joy,
we often find, let’s Man destroy.
Free-will’s a gift, we daily earn.
It can uplift, or deeply burn.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Tuesday January 16, 2007;  4:29 A.M.)

1036
World Heart-Check Day

Valentine’s Day is just a start.
A bigger play awaits the heart.
A gladness test would be the goal.
Laughter knows best the pulse of Soul.
May mind embrace and thus defend,
that joyful space, where all transcend.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Tuesday January 16, 2007;  5:25 A.M.)

1037
Long Happiness

It is for sure, long happiness,
is the measure of our success.
There gratitude for large and small
cures every mood that sorrows all.
Few can employ this kind of skill,
this tempered joy, this act of will.

But just a tad would be enough,
to make us glad, to lose our gruff.
A glimpse of Soul is such a start.
Love is the goal. Its home is heart.
There gratitude for large and small
cures every mood that sorrows all.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday January 21, 2007;  5:46 A.M.)

1038
A Warning To Molecular-Designers

Now some will disagree
and some will recommend.
We need a calorie,
that from the waist must bend.

Design in a chuckle
to handle daily stress,
then give chicks a jiggle
(slim-freedom must express).

Yet chocolate must stay,
as is, with gratitude –
change not for love or pay
(world wrath can be quite crude).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday January 25, 2007;  8:59 A.M.)

1039
Self Healing

A time with trees may cure
the much-too-much of greedy strife,
Eucalyptus for sure,
and pines to sooth the roar of life.

Trout streams and fishing rod,
camp fires and quiet reflection,
turn city thoughts to God.
Nature hints at calm perfection.

Sometimes silly is best,
to penetrate our darkest mood,
to help us pass a test,
or glimpse the bliss of gratitude.

What will teach to discern?
Probably what we least expect.
Balance is ours to earn,
when heart means more than intellect.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday January 26, 2007;  6:25 A.M.)

1040
World Peace

A choice among desires,
one that respects all life,
to tame the inner fires,
will calm the worldly strife.

But power some will choose.
Deception loves to scheme.
Then we must fight or lose,
that which our hearts do dream.

Some, of course, just say no,
and feel the wrath of peers.
Courage earns its warm glow.
We battle all our fears.

Let it be understood,
in ways that don’t offend.
Love chooses from the good,
and counts each one as friend.
(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday January 28, 2007;  4:37 A.M.)

1041
Thinking With A Pen

It certainly seems odd
and inconsistent too,
The way we think of God
to suit our point of view.
The daisy might explain –-
a petal for each way.
The center all must gain.
The travel is the play.

Science tares down fences.
New stars are now a treat.
Yet limits to senses
remind we’re incomplete.
Gases for breath roam free.
Decibels haunt the ear.
Some things we cannot see,
and some we cannot hear.

To know we’re unaware,
beyond our crudest five,
with nothing to compare …
(a wonder we survive).
It’s quite a test we take.
With pain we learn our art,
to grow from each mistake,
where mind neglects the heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday February 2, 2007;  7:49 A.M.)

1042
Grin-Talk

We search to comprehend,
why gladness is an art.
Which choices will transcend?
Which give a glimpse of heart?

Loss strives to keep us sad.
It knows the light of smile
can change our mood to glad.
Good laughter is worthwhile.

It’s all about true wealth,
the kind the wise ones know.
Joy gives spirit its health,
and shares our warmest glow.

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday February 4, 2007;  6:32 A.M.)

1043
Man’s Treasure Hunt

The treasure of delight,
that “X” which marks our map,
awaits with great insight,
our worldly thoughts to nap.

In our dreams, still, it shares,
the virtues of the heart,
and tells us that it cares
by showing how to start.

We won’t need picks and rope
(that’s earthly greed indeed).
To purify our hope,
know that each thought is seed.

From there we must discern,
which build and which destroy,
that we may truly learn
the value of great joy.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday February 4 , 2007;  7:45 A.M.)

1044
Some And Many

Some want the Yin without the Yang.
Many will muster in that gang.
Some want the Yang without the Yin.
Many have suffered from that sin.
Some want their thought to reign supreme.
Many a feeling’s fueled that dream.
The “Somes” and “Manys” live through time.
Seek the balance. The heart will know.
Work together. Increase the glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday February 7 , 2007;  11:42 A.M.)

1045 

Message To Myself (February 2, 2007)

Sometimes, when I review
the past decade or so,
it seems that I outgrew
things that I used to know.

They say that’s a good sign.
It keeps the mind awake,
to constantly refine,
and transmute each mistake.

To know beyond a doubt,
some might say is the goal.
I strive to think things out,
and leave the rest to Soul.

We have limits for sure.
The spectrum teaches well.
For this there’s just one cure.
Evolution will tell.

With access to degree
(denied, but yet endowed),
I’m grateful that I see
as much as I’m allowed.

Is there more to this drill?
Is life an exercise
to purify free-will?
Can Man love and be wise?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday February 12 , 2007;  4:39 A.M.)

1046
The Gift

I guarantee most of Mankind
will disagree that life is kind.
The wise well know free-will plants seeds,
that dim our glow with bloody deeds.

What have we willed? How rude and crude
the life we’ve spilled with attitude.
This great disgrace, this disregard
of human race, we must discard.

Our ignorance, combined with fears,
will just enhance our stream of tears.
Our vanity and low desire 
leaves charity in muck and mire.

Yet there’s a few, I’m glad to say,
where love’s not new. Heart knows the way.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday February 12 , 2007;  6:25 A.M.)

1047
Santa In The Attic

Sure that’s Santa in the attic,
about to play at old Saint Nick.
But as he donned his bright red cap,
soon nods and yawns gave way to nap.

He traveled far in inner-space
to find his secret data-base.
Then with green-bound book of glory,
Santa learned his hidden story.

Not for children I tell this tale.
Who knows what portion might prevail.
Now catch my drift as best you can.
First Santa was an Irishman.

His saintly mother named him John.
He was, in fact, a leprechaun.
He grew to know that magic art,
which understands the human heart.

A vow he made to help Mankind.
A thought he planted in our mind,
that in the coldest time of year,
we’d bring a gift to those quite dear.

But he was smart, as smart can be.
He knew Man loved a mystery.
So weave he did, in threads of gold,
a legend that’s forever told,

Of little helpers at North Pole,
who work for love, our greatest goal.
Now Santa’s learned who Santa is,
not plumber or computer whiz,

but kindest echo of the scheme
of one small heart with one great dream.
Now make your list and plan for fun,
the suit will fit most everyone.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday February 14 , 2007;  7:45 A.M.)

1048
Message To Myself (February 16, 2007)

Ocean is mood. Calm at low tide,
It can be rude with wind applied.
Let us confess (perhaps just share),
Man makes a mess for want of care.

When wills collide a joyful wave
may soon subside to form a grave.
Love ebbs and flows both near and far.
History knows the way we are.
And in this play of Man apart,
some hear the way whispered by heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday February 16 , 2007;  5:50 A.M.)

1049
“They”

Many cherish their worldly dreams.
Many perish from worldly schemes.
It has been said, but who can say,
“They” are all dead who lived that play.
Some just pretend it’s all a fuss,
yet some contend that “They” are us.

“They” do exist and act their part.
“They” don’t resist that hateful art.
This earth gives birth and then consumes.
Love is our worth. Make sure it blooms.
We learn then earn. Life is a gift.
Let us discern, and then uplift.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday February 18 , 2007;  5:21 A.M.)

1050
Message To Myself (February 23, 2007)

The joyful way makes no sorrow.
Sad thoughts today fill tomorrow.
Each attitude needs discerning.
The cause of mood is our learning.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday February 23 , 2007;  4:19 A.M.)

1051
Message To Myself (February 25, 2007)

Put darkest dark against our blue.
Add golden mask and point of view.
Mix fear and science in the race.
Good grief, we Earthlings are in space.

If Man can think it, Man can dare.
Space walking led to space repair.
We talk through Man-made things that fly.
We’re adding lights to our night sky.

Guard them well, and never forget,
satellites make a bright target.
Space dust reveals violent tales.
When time is ripe we lift those veils.

So where is next? Where will we roam?
Some think it prudent to stay home.
It seems we’re destined to export
what minds can twist and wills extort.

The stars await us that’s for sure.
We’ll need character to endure.
Will galaxies be property?
Will location be quality?

Within is wiser than without,
while charity, beyond a doubt,
continues as Man’s greatest art.
Our inner travels warm the heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday February 25 , 2007;  6:57 A.M.)

1052
In God We Trust

Mankind we say is really smart.
We know the way to shun the heart.
We love to fight in street or game,
where might makes right in wealth or fame.

Power we crave. What won’t we do?
Cherish and save our point of view.
Between the pain love plants its seed,
to make us sane in word and deed.

Perhaps we’ll learn a warmer glow,
as we discern how Humans grow.
May we deserve the light of Soul.
May we preserve love’s lofty goal.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday February 26 , 2007;  5:57 A.M.)

1053
Knowledge

Some things we know, and much we don’t.
Some strive to glow, and some just won’t.
What determines the time to wake?
Is it our sins? Who can partake?

And what the news? What have we done?
Will mood abuse, and call it fun?
Pleasure and pain bias our choice.
Balance is sane. Love and rejoice.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday February 28 , 2007;  6:12 A.M.)

1054
May All Your Friends Be “Me-lasts”

“Me-lasts” discern and use restraint.
Their gratitude‘s their guarantee.
They will endure with less complaint.
But all “Me-firsts” think “I” not “We’.

How often have we heard it said,
“We tried to do good yet couldn’t”.
With hearts silent, but not the head,
“Me-firsts” do well what they shouldn’t.

And yet “Me-first” will lead to pain,
beyond those dreams greed has begun.
Extremes of “Me” are quite insane.
There is no doubt. It won’t be fun.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday March 3, 2007;  5:39 A.M.)

1055
Crop-Talk

(for thought planters)

The source of every deed
is simple and concise.
Our response is our seed.
Less anger would be nice.

Yes. There are many more,
that cause us lots of pain.
Revenge for an old score.
Fear that passes for sane.

Vanity, not so kind,
Indeed, quite commonplace,
(a cancer of the mind),
will lead to our disgrace.

Greed refuses to care.
Now that is nothing new.
Don’t expect it to share.
That’s not its point of view.

Virtue has strengths that last.
React that you may mend,
the ignorance of past,
and thus will Man transcend.

Patience is a treasure.
Honesty just won’t cheat.
Gratitude is our cure,
and prudence makes life sweet.

Experience will teach.
Quality is our key.
To touch beyond our reach
Is God’s great guarantee.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday March 4, 2007;  7:38 A.M.)

1056
Respect All Things From God

It is a gift  right from the start.
It will uplift, when taught by heart.
The great disgrace of Human kind
is to deface the human mind.

It will take down from lack of care,
then wealth or crown, or love beware.
It separates with attitude,
then hurts and hates, while rude and crude.
Learn and cherish. Nurture and heal.
Fail and perish. Life is for real.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday March 7, 2007;  7:21 A.M.)

1057
Take Care

That which we learn, mostly through pain, 
lets us discern caring is sane.
With care we know, love is a tool.
With care we grow in this Earth school.

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday March 10, 2007;  7:38 A.M.)

1058
Just Don’t Get Old

I’ve heard it told, with smiling eye,
“Just don’t get old, and don’t ask why.”
Now I’m retired, a senior “yo”,
lived and desired and seen the show.

Senses wear out like eyes and ears.
Beyond a doubt, death has its fears.
Of growing themes that you may find,
loneliness schemes to weaken mind.

Important things one might forget,
yet old age sings a sharp regret.
If this seems cold and makes you cry,
Then don’t get old, and don’t ask why.

Some would explain (and then repeat),
that life is pain. Do be discreet.
Some would advise, “Don’t complicate.
Love is the prize. Just radiate.”

Now both are right and much-much more.
Life comes from light. Go and explore.
Make no mistake, or think it odd,
age won’t forsake warm thoughts of God.

Perhaps you’ll see that Man’s free-will
needs charity. Make it your skill.
If thoughts so bold would horrify,
then don’t get old, and don’t ask why.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday March 13, 2007;  5:49 A.M.)

1059
The Santa-Survey

The Survey’s in. Here’s the results.
There is a Santa for adults.
The sample size may give a start
(each Human mind with grown-up heart).

Perhaps it shows a subtle trend,
that few experts could comprehend,
that in-between hope and daydream
old Red-Cheeks rose in our esteem.

But standard-deviation showed,
it wasn’t every heart that glowed.
There were a few who thought it rude,
that we should test for attitude.

Their Santa-sleigh has run aground
(in-gratitude is not profound).
The median desired success,
yet all are seeking happiness.

Statistics show a rise in care
(and they said love can’t learn to share).
It’s clear when plotted on a curve,
what we respect, we then preserve.

The secret Santa’s always taught
hides in the quality of thought,
from there good-will spreads far and wide,
and guarantees a smoother ride.

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday March 18, 2007;  7:26 A.M.)

1060
Life is Learning

For illness, or for cure,
each thought, as seed, creates.
Man slowly learns how sure
we manifest our hates.

To do all that I should,
beyond all that I must,
I summon all that’s good,
and work with all I trust.

The goal is wholly smart,
to change each foolish thrill,
with every beat of heart,
into a loving will.

God help us each and all,
who strive for great accord,
who hear love’s subtle call,
and hope for love’s reward.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday March 25, 2007;  8:32 A.M.)

1061
The Main Ring Of Jupiter
 (4,350 miles wide and 18 miles thick)

Four moons have shared their dust,
to make a ring so wide.
To know it is to trust,
that large can also hide.

There are things, I expect,
in space as well as mind,
that my scope can’t detect,
and I may never find.

Yet searching is my way,
and some may find this odd,
to unearth light each day,
I first shake hands with God.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday March 25, 2007;  9:35 A.M.)

1062
Santa-Talk (1)

There lives in every heart
a striving to be good.
Prudence makes this an art
as every grown-up should.

We clothe it in bright red,
for all the world to see.
Let no one be misled,
this gift of love is free.

The metaphor won’t last.
The young outgrow the play.
It’s then a seed from past
to help us find our way.

Perhaps we oversold
to give it child appeal.
We asked them to uphold
that fantasy was real.

Some say good intentions
out weigh the flaws of mind.
Foresight with inventions
may help to heal Mankind.

To some this may sound strange.
Santa will live I know.
The name and play may change,
but we’ll still feel the glow.

There lives in every heart
a striving to be good.
Prudence makes this an art,
as every grown-up should.

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday March 26, 2007;  5:03 A.M.)

1063
Ingratitude

We sure know you. Maker of tears.
Your point of view feeds on our fears.
Short is your play on this Earth stage.
Long is our way, which lacks your rage.

Yes we suspect your source of crude
is disrespect. It makes you rude.
It activates your lack of care.
Your darkest hates soon fill the air.

It leads to pain. It wrongs the right,
then goes insane, for lack of light.
You sow sorrow, and we sow joy.
Your tomorrow we will destroy.

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday March 30, 2007;  5:17 A.M.)

1064
Fight Talk

Things change for sure. It is the way.
Some strive to cure. Some want to play.
Some say blunder keeps us alive.
(It’s a wonder that we survive).

Some feel the thrust of those who care.
(In whom we trust, for whom we dare).
Some need to read between the lines,
to find their deed in God’s designs.
For me it’s heart, that heals our fate –
Man’s subtle art must conquer hate.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday March 31, 2007;  5:59 A.M.)

1065
The Heart Of Freemasonry
(For my Masonic coach)

If you can be tolerant of a brother,
Regardless of his intolerance,
Remembering others were and are tolerant of you,
Then you have touched the heart of Freemasonry.

If you can be patient with a brother,
Regardless of his impatience,
Remembering others were and are patient with you,
Then you have touched the heart of Freemasonry.

If you can be kind to a brother,
Regardless of his unkindness,
Remembering others were and are kind towards you,
Then you have touched the heart of Freemasonry.

If you can be grateful for a brother,
Regardless of his ingratitude,
Remembering others were and are grateful for you,
Then you have touched the heart of Freemasonry.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday April 4, 2007;  7:58 A.M.)

1066
Message To Myself  (April 7, 2007)

Now space is simply black I hear,
except for the starlight of course.
Sure there is much for human fear,
as we progress our search for Source.

I am grateful for this process,
that lets me seek until I find.
Love and wisdom feed our success.
Yet we are slow to grow Mankind.

But this I know beyond a doubt,
pain will teach us however slight,
what to keep and what to leave out,
in our striving toward the light.

Life’s subject to introspection, 
and I am thinking thoughts of birth.
A street bench serves my reflection.
A warm sun shines upon the Earth.

Each passerby has their own glow.
Were we family in the past,
maybe a thousand years ago?
When hearts have met, great love will last.

Perhaps a meeting in advance?
Be nice to all you meet today.
Watch for that toddler’s subtle glance.
She may be your mother one day.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday April 7, 2007;  5:43 A.M.)

1067
Self Gardening

“Find what grows and plant it.”,
may lead to some concern.
Beauty just won’t permit
Gardens of weeds. Discern.

Learn color and design.
Understand your season. 
Shapes and textures refine.
Plant not beyond region.

Choose flowers that won’t fight.
(Some get along quite well).
With fragrance add delight.
With joy you will excel.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday April 7, 2007;  6:36 A.M.)

1068
The Art Of Wishing

We know, but we forget.
Reminders can be fun.
Let no one get upset,
that sun and star are one.

Sun-beams become star-beams.
Moonlight becomes starlight.
Life is not what it seems.
Seeing is not insight.

A change of perspective
(sure it’s part of the art) –
in being reflective,
the good may dream with heart.

Oh yes, dreams reach that far
(ninety three million miles) –
wishing on sun as star
can fill Earth life with smiles.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday April 20, 2007;  6:57 A.M.)

1069
Zero Point Seven Percent

Four become one, but one weighs less.
Riddles are fun. They make us guess.
Where comes that glow to warm our mind,
to let thoughts flow, to move Mankind?
Hydrogen heart, helium play,
nuclear art lights up our day.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday April 22, 2007;  7:15 A.M.)

1070
God Loves A Mason

(for my Masonic coach)

In every Mason’s heart
Great prudence is his art.
Practical-wisdom flows,
that strength with beauty glows.
Then charity’s the way,
that lights a brother’s day.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday April 22, 2007;  9:02 A.M.)

1071
Search-Talk

Andromeda at night,
Two point two million light years far,
Is but a wisp of light,
Less brilliant than a local star.

No stuff of lovers here,
Like waxing moon in evening sky.
Minds explore nights this clear,
Looking and asking how and why.

Is it a game of trust?
Did He make it and walk away?
How soon must we adjust?
Magnetic motion makes our play.

If senses tell what’s real,
Why then is solid mostly space?
We search that we reveal.
The invisible we embrace.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday April 25, 2007;  7:15 A.M.)

1072
Discern, Learn And Earn

(for my Masonic coach)

We’ve heard from those who know.
It’s God’s part to conceal,
and if hearts are to glow,
it’s Man’s part to reveal.

All Nature is a church.
Let beauty set the mood.
May every sincere search
be filled with gratitude.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday April 26, 2007;  7:20 A.M.)

1073
Lip-Talk

Whistling’s an art (pucker and play),
begin with heart to make your day.
Most every frown (just wait a while),
turns upside down, to make a smile.

Our hope for bliss (a touch of Soul),
starts with a kiss. Love makes us whole.
Lips form our speech (the song of life),
they help us reach, beyond our strife.
When lips hide teeth (anger’s not sung),
like sword in sheath, teeth hold the tongue.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday April 27, 2007;  5:57 A.M.)

1074
Message To Myself  (April 28, 2007)

Discern the weeds and gardens grow.
Learn thoughts are seeds and love will flow.
God gave us mind to glimpse His art,
to search and find our warmth of heart.
May we respect and there preserve.
May we perfect that we may serve.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday April 28, 2007;  6:02 A.M.)

1075
Secret Santa Stuff

Well here’s a Santa twist.
Grown-up givers will find
they’re now on Santa’s list
as helpers of Mankind.

What to give a giver
is not so light a chore.
What could he deliver
that givers give much more.

It must fit in the sleigh.
Of that there is no doubt.
It must show Man the way
(within and then without).

A special ring might do
to indicate the goal,
to show love’s point of view,
when warmed to life by Soul.

That symbol must conceal
the inner works of God,
and yet it should reveal
what virtue would applaud.

It must bring joy on sight
(a gift for all lifetime).
To have it is delight.
To feel it is sublime.

It must remind which fire
forges the giver’s art,
that purified desire
which elevates the heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday May 4, 2007;  7:59 A.M.)

1076 
Andromeda

You. Most distant from Earth,
that eye can see at night.
Delight adds to your worth
with every wisp of light.

It’s much the same with scope
(the backyard kind, of course).
A glimpse often brings hope
as we search-out our Source.

So small yet huge in space,
waiting for us to care.
We smile and then embrace
what Nature has to share.

Now big gets quite a spin,
but tiny is our play.
The more we look within,
the more we find our way.

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday May 6, 2007;  4:47 A.M.)

1077
Thank You (2)

For us who ride around the sun,
tested and tried by love begun,
this life reveals that heart must speak,
that kind ideals are strong not weak.
The warmer life will long outlast
the colder strife from times gone past.
And just as food serves as our fill,
our gratitude becomes our will.
Living is best with touch of Soul.
Joyful’s the quest, when God is goal.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday May 15, 2007;  5:48 A.M.)

1078
Your Pursuit Of Happiness

What brings you joy? What peaks your chart?
What won’t annoy your warmth of heart?
What is the best on which you dwell?
Here’s to your quest – Strive-on! Excel!

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday May 23, 2007;  9:30 A.M.)

1079
Healer

Turn frown to smile (no hurt too small).
Make life worthwhile. Cherish your call.
We sense the flow and know it’s right.
We feel your glow your inner light.
The healer’s art is no daydream.
It’s from the heart, from God Supreme.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday May 24, 2007;  6:21 A.M.)

1080
The Right To Complain

People complain. (Ain’t that a fact).
For some it’s pain. Some just react.
The source of deeds is their regret.
That thoughts are seeds they do forget.
Were they not taught, in home and school,
That foolish thought makes Man a fool?
Thought can destroy, and thought can heal.
Thought can bring joy (all hope to feel).
May we awake. May we rejoice.
There’s much at stake, in every choice.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday May 26, 2007;  6:09 A.M.)

1081
The Possibilities Of S. Claus

Just a children’s story,
creative but ideal?
In myth filled with glory,
some sense a gift quite real.

St. Nick is the future
of every girl and boy,
Where giving does mature,
within the shield of joy.

There mind sends every day,
what most now think as odd.
There heart becomes the sleigh,
to carry thoughts of God.

For sure growth comes “too” slow,
with pain glad to assist.
More like the grass, we grow.
(Us Earthlings do resist).

We speak of love, of course,
that knows no time or space,
an echo of the Source,
where prudence moves with grace.

Children are our treasure.
Let’s wish them all the best.
May they learn to measure
the good in this Earth test.

It’s there for all to find,
and grasp its subtle theme.
The grateful and the kind
know not to plot and scheme.

The humble make their way,
in this great search for light.
May beauty fill their day,
and gratitude their night.

Just a children’s story,
creative but ideal?
In myth filled with glory,
Santa’s a gift quite real.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday May 30, 2007;  7:45 A.M.)

1082
Message To Myself (June 2, 2007)

To act without some consequence
(a foolish thought that’s quite unreal),
is Man’s most ignorant offense.
Free-will’s a gift to hurt or heal.

Some will construct vast complex schemes,
where thanklessness may set the goal.
Desire can fuel most selfish dreams.
Ingratitude just dims the Soul.

Earth life is a subtle contract.
All our responses are refined.
The unknowing make pain a fact.
Loving-prudence fortifies mind.

We’re here old friend to learn and grow.
Lifetimes of pain teach us it’s true.
This, above all, we all must know –
joy cannot last without virtue.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, June 2, 2007;  6:59 A.M.)

1083
Meditation

Solid is mostly space.
We live with illusion.
Body and Soul embrace,
to sort out confusion.

Learn when going within,
what to trust.  What to weed.
Your best start’s with a grin,
using God as a seed.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, June 4, 2007;  6:02 A.M.)

1084
Search For It.

Become a star, behind the wheel,
just fill your car with sex appeal.
Be a comic, and have a blast.
Go atomic. Predict the past.
Work in deep space. Calculate schemes.
The Human Race has need of dreams.

There is a sea. You have a boat.
Your will is free. (Please stay afloat).
Go now and find. Go play your part.
Be strong of mind. Be kind of heart.
Call it a tide, or call it fate.
Life is a ride, that cannot wait.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, June 6, 2007;  6:50 A.M.)

1085
Message To Myself (June 13, 2007)

The world is fast and vast,
yet some grow slow and small,
but in this great contrast,
the gift of life’s in all.

For sure it’s quite a deal.
All search for love and joy.
We think and then we feel.
We build and then destroy.

Effects are what we make.
They’re caused by what we think.
Some thoughts create heartache.
Some lead to dope and drink.

Look beyond the headlines,
to they that do resist.
Those striving to refine
use beauty to assist.

Throughout this world of pain,
the prudent truly find,
the choice that keeps us sane
will beautify Mankind.

They fill their tomorrow
with elegance and grace.
Eviction of sorrow
will save the human race.

Our auras show our glow.
Let hearts stand and applaud,
for inside we all know,
growth is the nod of God.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, June 13, 2007;  8:21 A.M.)

1086
Man’s Greatest Art

Striving for refinement
is Mankind’s greatest art.
To purify intent
we wed the mind with heart.

A teacher is a friend.
One who has gone before,
who’s learned to heal and mend
his crudeness and much more.

To sense a better way,
to feel the need to know,
to want a brighter day,
that’s when Man starts to grow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, June 23, 2007;  7:47 A.M.)

1087
Santa For President

“Santa for President”
(imagine that campaign),
giving would be well spent –
the “List” prudent and sane.

His platform is the glow
of every noble heart.
His actions won’t be slow.
Caring knows when to start.

He’ll research all the facts,
for joyfulness and cheer.
He’ll veto all bad acts,
that help the insincere.

All passerbys will pause.
Those elves can decorate.
The touch of Mrs. Claus
will turn all heads of state.

Sleigh rides to the summits
would save on gas for sure.
He’ll do what love permits.
Old red-cheeks knows the cure.

But most of all we’ll feel
quite safe from worldly scheme,
where toys can seem too real,
and children fail to dream.

Santa will lose, of course.
Benevolence is out.
Politics won’t endorse
the good beyond a doubt.

We’ve grown beyond belief
in reindeers at North pole.
Yet live with great relief,
a fate far less than coal.

God gave us breath and will,
and heart that wants to beat,
a hope that can fulfil,
and mind that can complete.

Perhaps Santa will teach,
that caution’s part of dare.
Nothing’s beyond our reach,
and real love’s not so rare.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, June 24, 2007;  7:30 A.M.)

1088
New Year’s Thinking

Go start it with a kiss.
Set it all in motion.
Will it with emphasis.
Warm it with devotion.

Don’t push the days too fast,
or make them overlong.
Don’t dwell upon the past,
or add tears to your song.

Avoid all life’s extremes.
You’ve had enough of pain.
Let love sweeten your dreams,
and prudence keep them sane.

Throw out the nasty mood.
It’s programmed to destroy.
Fill life with gratitude.
Surround it with your joy.

Now wouldn’t it be nice,
if in these months and days,
I took my own advice
And changed my cruder ways.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, June 27, 2007;  7:21 A.M.)

1089
Somewhere Between New Year’s And Valentine’s

If we’re to change our ways,
there’s one thing we must know.
We need more holidays
that teach the heart to glow.

A balanced, healthy theme,
would shine beyond our greed,
to warm the coldest dream,
to elevate the deed.

A Heart-Day may remind,
the next beat is a gift.
Gratitude from Mankind
would give the world a lift.

Now youth may pass it by,
but age will give the nod.
It echoes in the “why”,
this valentine from God.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, June 30, 2007;  6:26 A.M.)

1090
Message To Myself (July 1, 2007)

Too much or not enough –
imbalance authors schemes.
Too gentle or too rough,
can surely wreck Man’s dreams.

The wise think it’s profound,
and leads to happiness.
To reach the middle ground
is key to all progress.

There’s plenty to misguide.
Pain teaches night and day.
Set ignorance aside.
Extremes are not the way.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, July 01, 2007;  11:19 A.M.)

1091
Small Talk

Our dawn returns the light,
from which we turn away.
To learn what will delight,
sunrise colors our day.

Some say we are stardust,
old children lost in space.
Some feel life is unjust.
(God save the Human Race).

We’ve raised the bar too far,
beyond what we could teach.
Yet gratitude’s a star,
that’s quite within our reach.

Perhaps to pause a while,
would calm our solitude,
and bring us to a smile,
that starts a joyful mood.

Appreciate small things
and everyday accord.
Listen. There. The bird sings.
Our heart beat’s our reward.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, July 04, 2007;  8:56 A.M.)

1092
Happy-Talk

Where is our smile? Where did it go?
Is life worthwhile, without its glow?
Things from without chased it away.
Sorrow and doubt make pain their play.

Sad battles glad in solitude
(bloody and bad so rude and crude).
Is it a tide, with moon to blame,
felt far and wide, staking its claim?

Is it a choice, of frown or grin,
where inner voice helps us to win?
Is it a test of God’s design,
now Man’s great quest, our search divine?

Glad with reason may shock “the wise”.
Joy “in season” will grasp the prize.
Happy is free. Sorrow will cost.
Choose not to be among the lost.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday, July 05, 2007;  11:49 A.M.)

1093
You I Embrace

God of my heart, You are delight.
Yours is the art of our insight.
You made all space. We learn your ways.
You I embrace, in all my days.
Your sun’s our heat. Its light, our food.
Life is most sweet, with gratitude.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, July 06, 2007;  8:58 A.M.)

1094
Love Stay Awhile

Love stay awhile. Come and preside.
Help the World smile as you provide.
Help us adjust. Help us applaud,
in growing trust, the warmth of God.

Help us outlive our rude and crude.
Help us forgive through gratitude.
The little things can teach great worth.
A bird now sings. Mothers give birth.

Help us deserve. Help us to dare.
Help us preserve the good with care.
The greatest crimes, of all our days,
and all lifetimes, are loveless ways.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, July 07, 2007;  5:59 A.M.)

1095
Senior-Talk

I’ve grown to six times ten,
and yes, a few years more –
a senior citizen,
with eye upon that door.

I would not trade for youth,
unless I kept my years,
of searching for the truth,
in battle with my fears.

If I were asked advice,
perhaps you’d think it odd,
yet let my words entice,
and make your peace with God.

Learn now with great respect,
what Nature has to teach.
Have fun and still perfect,
but watch for what you reach.

The skillful gain the touch.
Ask for your best technique.
Then never say too much.
Man loves the air mystique.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, July 08, 2007;  10:39 A.M.)

1096
Dream-Talk (1)

Some are quite productive.
Some only toss and turn.
Some become instructive,
and some prepare to learn.

One third of life is sleep.
We all lie down to dream.
Yet Earth has learned to weep,
some sleepers merely scheme.

“No-God” adds to that mix.
Nightmares become day-mares.
An ulcer making fix,
birthed by unloving cares.

Beyond what we will eat,
or on what we have dined,
to make our rest most sweet,
thought needs to be refined.

Ugly feelings won’t do.
They linger into night.
“Won’t-power” can subdue,
but few turn on that light.

The crude, on which we dwell,
combines and then disturbs.
Cast not a dreadful spell.
Discern what least perturbs.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, July 11, 2007;  6:14 A.M.)

1097
Virtues

Put on a scale, from one to ten,
we can unveil and grow again.
Are we a nine, or just a five.
The good refine. The bad deprive.

Responses show how we discern.
Our light will glow with our concern.
One thing’s for sure we can improve.
God is our cure, our next best move.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, July 14, 2007;  6:44 A.M.)

1098
Youth And Age

To leave no song unsung,
to leave no tale untold,
we were never that young,
and now, never that old.

Heads were full of Earth stuff,
but hearts were asking why.
Age came not fast enough,
and now, its speeding by.

We played at hide and seek,
and found that game’s for real.
There was so much to speak,
and now, much to conceal.

Some weigh down tomorrow,
and some give it a lift.
Some focus on sorrow,
and some, know joy’s a gift.

Was it motion in space,
predestined, or by choice?
When did that change take place?
Say now, do we rejoice?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, July 16, 2007;  4:55 A.M.)

1099
Message To Myself (July 16, 2007)

Thoughts that are luminous
are outweighed by critique.
Feelings most glorious
get overcast with “meek”.

But best does not die off.
It has a home in heart,
where foolishness and scoff
fail at their very start.

Love needs a lowly berth.
The worlds awash with sin.
But here is news of worth.
The negative won’t win.

In the long run I mean.
It feeds upon its host.
It reaps the unforeseen.
Cruel becomes a ghost.

Yes, it may hurt a while.
The pain may be severe.
Darkness may hide our smile,
and hope may shed a tear.

Make sure that you don’t add,
to hate and all its mates.
Sad finds its way to bad.
Beware what mind creates.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, July 16, 2007;  6:30 A.M.)

1100
God-Talk

That quiet smile, that feeling whole,
that life worthwhile has joy of Soul.
You are without. You are within.
There is no doubt, with You we win.
Here is my mind. Teach me Your art.
Help me to find You in my heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Tuesday, July 17, 2007;  6:01 A.M.)

1101
A Fact that May Enhance

Parmenides, the Greek,
reflecting on our night,
well shared his thought unique.
Moonlight became sunlight.

Sun always shines you know.
All throughout our darkness,
we see, in part, its glow
(blamed still for our madness).

Beyond our asking why,
numbers could track our play.
But can we count that high?
(the times we’ve turned away).

It’s not that way with moon.
A variance of spin
sings a different tune.
(but we must go within).

One turn in one orbit,
Earth only sees one side.
Most phases are sunlit,
but half will darkly hide.

You might call it a sign,
perhaps an epitaph.
In nineteen fifty nine,
Man saw the other half.

They called it Luna three.
It made the far side near.
Mankind learns by degree.
Slowly we conquer fear.

Our moon reflects our sun,
yet sun is but a star.
Starlight is number one
(old gas gone nuclear).

Now moonlight’s vibration
(a fact that may enhance).
Caring for Creation,
makes for subtle romance.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, July 21, 2007;  9:37 A.M.)

1102
Message To Myself (July 23, 2007)

Go live not proud and strive to share.
We’ve been allowed, to learn to care.
What better school than planet earth,
With choice of fool or mind of worth.
Earthlings critique with eye for fame.
We think unique, but are the same.

May we respect land sea and sky.
May we reflect with heart felt eye.
Go live not proud and strive to share.
We’ve been allowed, to learn to care.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, July 23, 2007;  6:30 A.M.)

1103
Self-Made

Come and illuminate O Lord of Light,
that we may uncreate our self-made night.
Teach us how gratitude (Man’s subtle friend),
will break our darkest mood, as we transcend.

Explain love’s clarity and sense of worth –
why prudent charity can warm the Earth.
Come and illuminate O Lord of Light,
that we may uncreate our self-made night.

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, July 25, 2007;  6:25 A.M.)

1104
Message To Myself (July 26, 2007)

Beyond our crude desire,
we see our sun as star.
To glimpse the realm of fire,
a kind prudence goes far.

We’ve come to Earth to learn.
Difference tends to teach.
To win we must discern,
how love extends our reach.

Explain. Coach. Guide. Instruct.
The good have need to know.
Take care not to obstruct.
Minds seek light. Hearts must glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday, July 26, 2007;  5:58 A.M.)

1105
Message To Myself (July 29, 2007)

It’s a celebration
looking at the not-new.
Caring for Creation
is quite a joy to do.

With microscope we learn
mitosis steals the show.
Gadgets help us discern,
how we manage to grow.

Striving to know what’s real
surpasses all our “thrills”.
A telescope can heal
an ignorance that kills.

Infrared showed the heat
(unseen reveals unseen) –
a universe complete,
with God’s galactic scene.

But wait. There’s so much more.
Atomic war has taught
to use a subtle door,
expanding subtle thought.

Solid is energy.
Energy molds solid.
The process we don’t see,
as if someone forbid.

Where come these wonders from?
Will God, the mind, refresh?
Perhaps our time has come
to “know” we’re more than flesh.

It’s a celebration
looking at the not-new.
Caring for Creation
is quite a joy to do.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, July 29, 2007;  11:49 A.M.)

1106
Message To Myself (July 30, 2007)

Our time remains unknown.
We’re always near to death.
Our heart beats are a loan
to purchase our next breath.

Our approach is our song.
Forgiveness is our theme.
Gratitude makes us strong.
Unity is our dream.

Our striving for the light
Is our greatest wisdom.
In our greatest delight,
we find where we are from.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, July 30, 2007;  6:45 A.M.)

1107
Currency-Talk (1)

They talk of inflation.
Why don’t they call it greed?
By my calculation,
our “nice” has gone to “need”.

Not just the dollar’s might
must work to keep us free.
Albert Pike had it right,
virtue is liberty.

We battle to be sane.
By degrees we awake.
Our failures bring us pain.
Such tests we Earthlings take.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, August 3, 2007;  7:21 A.M.)

1108
Share-Talk

Talk about moon or star.
Reveal a nagging pain.
To learn the way we are,
go share, but don’t complain.

We only start from here.
The journey lights its way.
While beauty conquers fear,
joy permeates our play.

Our love thrives in accord.
Perhaps it is God’s art.
Our caring will afford,
our glimpse of human heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, August 3, 2007;  9:00 A.M.)

1109
Message To Myself (August 4, 2007)

Hotdogs and barbecue,
our weekends make our day.
Fun’s always overdue.
We humans need to play.

Balance is our sunrise.
Excess is just slipshod.
In this there’s no surprise.
Earthlings make room for God.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, August 4, 2007;  9:00 A.M.)

1110
Stock-Talk

When hopes are full, and feelings dare,
we are the bull, and not the bear.
Elusive prize, enriching all,
forever rise and never fall.
There’s much to earn. The ride pays off,
but markets turn, and then we scoff.
Before the top, beyond a doubt,
we swore to stop, sell and get out.

The bear awakes, and charts move down.
Painful mistakes turn smile to frown.
So greed is greed, and hope can blind.
Call it a weed grown by Mankind.
Cycles renew as does conceit.
A prudent view can make life sweet.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, August 6, 2007;  5:35 A.M.)

1111
Earthling Valedictorian

Life is a school. Study and learn.
There’s just one rule. Discern! Discern!
A great supply, without demand,
will show us why the wise buy land.
Goals of the mind need clarity.
Goals of Mankind need charity.
A balanced reach is not a dream,
Pain waits to teach at each extreme.
Life is a school. Study and learn.
There’s just one rule. Discern! Discern!

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Tuesday, August 7, 2007;  6:05 A.M.)

1112
Striving For The Light

We seek our play (our special spin),
yet make our stay at Earth made inn.
Our greatest find is who we meet.
To be most kind is quite discreet.
We’ve much to gain. (Enjoy the dance).
Patience is sane. Friends can enhance.
In doing right, we will grow strong,
with love of light as our best song.

But what of fear, hate and killing?
Both far and near blood is spilling.
Nightmares and schemes, and maniacs 
infiltrate dreams with sneak attacks.
Power and greed have hurt-appeal.
The darkest deed becomes too real.
Prudence well knows where kindness ends.
Good has it’s foes as well as friends.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, August 8, 2007;  7:54 A.M.)

1113
Fat Go Away!

This is no joke. Leave me alone.
I now invoke my skinny clone.
Extra portions won’t weigh my day.
Magic potions won’t slim my play.
Fly calorie. Take lost and sad.
Joy feels fat-free, and that’s no fad.
Thought is my pill. I’m thinking thin.
My will-to-fill will never win.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, August 10, 2007;   9:03 A.M.)

1114
With Respect, We Have Some Questions

Lord please explain. Why we’re star-stuff?
Why we choose pain? When is enough?
Does love transcend ingratitude?
Why we defend a nasty mood?
Why must we learn and not just know?
Why we discern if we’re to grow?

Is it design that we must ask?
To realign must we unmask?
Why guarantees calm foolish rage?
Why prudence flees the worldly stage?
Why we must look and not just glance?
Why each good book must first enhance?
Why is our greed quite common place?
Are you a seed thought-sown with grace?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, August 11, 2007;   6:19 A.M.)

1115
Photoperiodism And Beyond

They flirt but never kiss.
The Sun and Earth do play.
Equinox and solstice –
orbits make length of day.

The arctic tern to date,
flies twenty thousand miles.
The record in migrate.
Achievement does bring smiles.

We love to watch them fly.
Round trips can steal the show.
We’re always asking why.
Knowledge helps Man to grow.

Yet this can give us fits.
Now science sets the pace.
Atoms contain orbits.
Mankind is mostly space.

Scientists are clergy,
when light is the chatter.
Matter is energy.
Energy makes matter.

And now to our delight
(some only think it’s neat),
Mankind is really light –
God’s great elusive feat.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, August 12, 2007;   6:06 A.M.)

1116
The Sacredness Of choice

Our free will and accord
create aspirations.
Know now the risk-reward
of Man’s incarnations.

The Good so surely say,
perfection is our goal.
Much like Soul wrote a play,
with “I” the leading role.

We learn in the doing,
where theory gets to feel.
Discern while pursuing.
Thoughts become things quite real.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, August 13, 2007;   6:05 A.M.)

1117
Atom Talk

Softness has surely taught,
atoms have much to give.
Is hardness just a plot?
Is solid relative?

Millions fit in a dot.
Yet they are mostly space.
How much space in a spot?
How many make a face?

Who would have ever thought,
with spacious gratitude,
are we for real or naught?
How many make a mood?

Perhaps we just forgot.
Emptiness is worthwhile.
As God’s Forget-me-not,
how many make a smile?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Tuesday, August 14, 2007;   8:49 A.M.)

1118
Free Will And Charity
(a school called Earth)

What’s obsolete is on the mend.
Cocoons complete as we transcend.
We’re overdue, in many things
(that we outgrew), to spread our wings.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, August 15, 2007;   5:57 A.M.)

1119
Currency-Talk (2)

While “safe and sound” in vault and bank,
loonie and pound beat buck and franc.
 “Up”, down under, yet watch it mate.
Calm or thunder they fluctuate.
Awake Shanghai. The yuan fell.
London won’t buy. Sidney won’t sell.

Euro is down against rupee.
A time to frown? We’ll wait and see.
Daylight or dark, marc moves on yen.
Science or shark, or more like Zen?
Paris may call. Greenbacks are in.
Don’t bet it all. Greedy can’t win.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, August 18, 2007;   5:37 A.M.)

1120
The Wise Know How To Ask

Why does the sun color the sky?
Do swans have fun? How do birds fly?
Why do rainbows make such a treat?
When real love flows are we complete?
Will we transcend our hidden fears?
Will beauty end our lonely tears?

What would we give for desert rain?
Where does he live, who knows no pain?
Who tempers mind with prudent heart?
When will we find God’s joyful art?
How may our mask help us discern?
We’ve learned to ask. Let’s ask to learn.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, August 19, 2007;   5:56 A.M.)

1121
Message To Myself (August 20, 2007)

A patient ear, a friendly eye,
words of good cheer, they satisfy.
Not listening, no eye-contact,
words offending, poorly impact.
Hearts can repair, and intertwine.
Daring to care is love’s guideline.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, August 20, 2007;   6:07 A.M.)

1122
Spin-Talk

Old equator cats race,
while napping on this Earth,
spinning faster in space,
than young can scat in Perth.

They’re slower at the poles
(where spin’s less than a crawl),
those stationary Souls
that hardly move at all.

Not the cold slows us down.
Location governs speed.
Does it set smile or frown?
Does it fore-shape our deed?

Gather facts. Log them in.
No matter how it seems.
We need to know to win.
Does spin affect our dreams?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, August 22, 2007;   8:38 A.M.)

1123
Weight-Talk (1)

Dieters find will is an art.
When in a bind, listen to heart.
There in quiet war plans are made.
Never diet. Always crusade.
There’s much to do, pounds to impale,
thoughts to review, habits to scale.

To gain control, to conquer foods,
our snack-patrol must scout for moods.
Subtle they are, disguised as taste.
From box and jar they ambush waist.
Prohibit greed (at least forbid).
In each food-deed, its seed lies hid.
We fight for thin. Fat fights for fun.
Let it begin, and well begun.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, August 24, 2007;   7:06 A.M.)

1124
Message To Myself (August 25, 2007)

Life will advise from heart to mind:
prudence is wise, grateful and kind.
With great respect Man’s bottom-line
is to perfect. We must refine.
That may just seem a thought not real,
a hopeful dream with heart appeal.

History shows our skill to kill.
(Through Karma grows a loving will).
We make our cross through cheer and fear.
Thinking of loss can bring a tear.
The seeds we plant help or annoy.
Beauty will grant gardens of joy.
Life will advise from heart to mind:
prudence is wise, grateful and kind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, August 25, 2007;   6:32 A.M.)

1125
Time-Talk (2)

You’ve lost your place. You’re thrown away.
You’re losing face, and seen your day.
You’re out of style (beyond our care),
like the sundial soon to be rare.

You’re idled hands have reached impasse.
Your troubled sands have run your glass.
You’re in a bind. Your springs and gears
will now unwind. Here’s to those years.
Good bye old pal. The future’s set.
We’re digital With no regret.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, August 26, 2007;   7:59 A.M.)

1126
The Possibility of Joy

In the sowing choice is the seed.
In the growing tears fill the deed.
We do or don’t dwell on sorrow.
Both will and won’t make tomorrow.
Prison or school Earth hosts the mind.
Free-will’s the tool of all Mankind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Tuesday, August 28, 2007;   5:15 A.M.)

1127
The Energy of God

My hope’s still with the Sun.
(In time we may rejoice),
but that cake’s not yet done,
and we must make a choice.

The energy of God
quite soon will light our night.
Nuclear has the nod.
(Some dreams are getting bright).

The ideal solution
is prudent help today.
Light without pollution
makes life a purer play.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, August 29, 2007;   5:58 A.M.)

1128
Growing-Up Talk (1)

When shiftless and lazy
(please let there be but few),
go silly and crazy,
the world knows what to do.

We make a comic strip
and show their antics there,
the shooting from the hip,
or blatant lack of care.

We draw in a hero.
One that will set things right,
to remind that we know
light always conquers night.

From there it goes on stage,
and then perhaps on screen.
It may become the “rage”,
as courage battles mean.

It could win Best-Picture,
(with fortune guaranteed).
We educate and cure,
spot-lighting darkest deed.

Not just a fairy-tale,
that youth may glimpse in part.
History’s heard the wail,
when some lose sight of heart.

Where do we go from here,
with lessons from the past,
with all we hold so dear?
Love knows to be steadfast.

But war is still ahead,
a terrifying dance.
World Culture battles dread,
to wipe out ignorance.

Prudence will always teach,
each dark thought chokes the mind.
Knowledge extends our reach,
and nourishes Mankind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, August 29, 2007;   8:48 A.M.)

1129

Gold And Planet Earth

You need it to survive.
Acquire but don’t applaud.
Listen my friend and thrive.
Don’t make money your God.

Go help with hopeful deeds.
Good feelings make good health.
Just meet life’s prudent needs.
Abandon thoughts of wealth.

Poverty’s just as bad
(balance is just as slow).
When thinking sad or mad,
few can maintain their glow.

Beauty’s the place to start.
It calls on joy to shine.
Your home is in your heart.
Make haste to re-align.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday, August 30, 2007;   7:36 A.M.)

1130
Squawking Is One Sided

My parrot eats fish food,
then sits and naps a spell.
At times I test his mood,
and whisper, “I won’t tell”.

Sure he doesn’t “get it”.
My joking is in vain.
He’s not known for his wit
(no image to maintain).

Life’s what he thinks is right.
Less, he does not condone.
I know him for his bite,
sometimes down to the bone.

I’m quick but he’s faster.
I lose if I’m afraid.
Pass the “bloody-plaster”
(that’s British for Band-Aid).

The “Cockatoo-Tantrum”
is what I’ve named his gene.
It’s outright quarrelsome,
and makes him sometimes mean.

When I think, “He must go”.
He becomes quite friendly.
He reads my mind you know.
Petting’s his cup of tea.

Learning to be patient
(a treasured gift of birth),
is planet-time well spent,
on this great school called Earth.

True love does not abhor,
no-matter big or small,
but we will be at war,
until heart mends us all.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday,  September 01, 2007;   6:11 A.M.)

1131
Message To Myself (September 2, 2007)

Of all the things worthwhile,
that cost the least to do,
sharing an honest smile
brings out the best in you.

No-deception’s the key,
partnered with friendliness.
Heart is the treasury
of all Man’s happiness.

You’ve heard it all before.
New, it surely is not.
A grin is like a door,
that’s opened by good thought.

Maintaining is an art.
Joyful achievement’s best.
Don’t lose more time. Just start.
Consistency’s our test.

Know when you’ve won the game.
Less pain leads to delight.
Nothing will be the same.
Fear is a lack of light.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday,  September 02, 2007;   6:36 A.M.)

1132
Number-Talk

We thought that number-kind
would not add up to much,
just figments of the mind,
like rhyme and art and such.

We never thought they’d place
a bridge across the bay,
or rocket into space.
Numbers quite made our day.

From atom to rainbow,
we searched angle and arc.
The tides and stars we know.
Numbers have made their mark.

Subtleties with insight,
beyond the obvious,
soon spiraled in delight.
Life became luminous.

Sure the great Architect
will silently applaud,
as we find, with respect,
that numbers lead to God.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, September 05, 2007;   7:38 A.M.)

1133
Message To Myself (September 7, 2007)

Where does causation start,
or is the Maker made?
Heart beats must have a heart.
Is anything unmade?

Where does causation end?
Can Man not probe and prod?
I seek Him like a friend,
and know Him as my God.

Some philosophers play.
They ponder to outwit,
but balance is the way
(there virtue will permit).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, September 07, 2007;   6:54 A.M.)

1134
Message To Myself (September 8, 2007)

Hurricane’s eye enthrones the wise
(karma and virtue permitting).
Prudence discerns where love can rise.
Good hearts know well what joy will bring.

The pre-dawn hears the songs of birds,
and if birds could they would applaud.
Man needs more gratitude than words,
a signal not unheard by God.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, September 08, 2007;   6:42 A.M.)

1135
Sweet-Talk (1)

Chocolate makes things right.
My size expands with taste.
Crunchy and smooth delight.
Calories go to waist.

A pound lurks in that treat.
(Just add it to my plate).
I’m trapped in thoughts most sweet.
My fate is overweight.

My scale says this must end.
Habits are on display.
If mirror is my friend,
snacking is not my way.

This appetite by choice
is surely giving in.
Where palates most rejoice,
there heavy conquers thin.

A bite is just a start,
like adding fuel to fire.
Delicious strays from smart.
Life’s all about desire.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, September 09, 2007;   7:33 A.M.)

1136
Our Electro-Magnetic Egg

No longer “when” or “how”,
that seed has long been sown.
We photograph it now,
to see what we have grown.

Dark desires, dim and week,
show the coach all our weeds,
what to share, what to seek,
that sun air out our “needs”.

There’s more of us to learn.
Some shine bright. Some just glow.
From auras we discern,
good thoughts add light to grow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Tuesday, September 11, 2007;   4:55 A.M.)

1137
Learning Curves

I’d gladly give a pound
(most surely far past ten),
if I could be less round,
and see my toes again.

My weight’s taken control.
Sweet-desire posed as “need”.
Thin and slim is my goal.
Desserts have done their deed.

I bought a big machine,
and set a slender pace.
I’ll ride till I’m quite lean.
Belly and I now race.

Cannot say just how long,
this hurry-up will last.
My legs are getting strong,
but I go nowhere fast.

My appetite is swift.
It knows how to compete.
I need a subtle shift
(a calorie-delete).

Lord help me build today,
a mind that can discern,
a will that rules my play,
a point of no-return.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, September 12, 2007;   5:56 A.M.)

1138
The Economy Of Life

Now inflation is much too much.
Deflation’s not enough.
The right balance keeps us in touch.
The wrong makes life too rough.

Sure the rising cost of living,
creates stress large and small,
but the harm of not-forgiving,
has hurt us one and all.

In part it is a lack of care
(imprudence by degree).
Yet common sense is not so rare.
Love is God’s currency.

Benevolence is Man’s great goal
(ideals are not just dreams).
Responses write our script and role.
Pain lives at our extremes.

Let quality calm reactions.
The lesson’s plain and clear.
Harmony fine tunes transactions.
The wise hold life quite dear.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday, September 13, 2007;   7:20 P.M.)

1139
Growing-Up Talk

They’ve grown beyond their toys,
beyond their youthful needs.
They are no longer boys.
They sense their thoughts are seeds.

Now they’re ready to learn,
that sowing is an art,
that good’s something we earn,
that mind goes well with heart.

Love makes our garden grow.
(Sure some think this quite odd).
Thought planters truly know
to start all things with God.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, September 16, 2007;   7:20 A.M.)

1140
Message To Myself (September 19, 2007)

A conscious-patience rules the way.
Intolerance goes mad.
Joyless and ungrateful draw pay.
Pain visits all the sad.

An increase in prudence is wise
(calm shines a learning light).
The uncalm lose sight of the prize,
and cloud our day with night.

Sure greedy is as greedy does.
You’ve heard all that before.
It’s what he is not what he was,
balance is God’s great score.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, September 19, 2007;   7:24 A.M.)

1141
Santa Dot Com

Change came his way. (Quick is our quest).
For kids today email is best.
Stamps not required in this new trend.
Type what’s desired, and then “hit send”.
Old-Red-Cheeks knows speed is not bad.
Excitement grows, beyond the fad.
Red, white and green’s off in a dash.
Can orbit screens track North Pole flash?
So fast he is, faster than new.
Santa’s a whiz. Youth makes it true.

But what of age? What holds our care?
What fills our page? How will we fare?
Dark tomorrows, from troubled mind,
shower sorrows on all Mankind.
Some shed no tear. They face the end,
where foe is fear and courage friend.
Some hearts shine bright. They will applaud,
in my delight, to trust in God.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday, September 20, 2007;   9:00 A.M.)

1142
Fast Is Not Our Speed

Lord, I understand now
why You don’t interfere.
Does it hurt to allow
freewill to persevere?

Will Mankind ever find
that subtle beat of heart,
that freedom to be kind,
that practice of love’s art?

My guess is that You know,
sweet charity will reign,
when we with wisdom glow
(when prudence tires of pain).

How will You spend Your day?
What will You do till then?
Does our drama replay?
How long till our Amen?

You must, sometimes, get bored,
at our style of progress.
From horse to oil we soared,
and still no happiness.

Now our nuclear race
has spawned a growing dread.
Contact with inner space
has left whole cities dead.

In this my introspect,
to glimpse Your point of view,
I mean no disrespect
wondering what You do.

This sowing and reaping
Although, at times, quite tense,
makes freewill the learning
of our benevolence.

Perhaps You may applaud,
as we discern Your laws.
Slowly to You, dear God,
as we outgrow our flaws.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, September 23, 2007;   7:04 A.M.)

1143
Rethinking

Growth is misunderstood.
Some even think it odd.
Their quickest way to good
Is add an “o” to God.

Imprudence is a quack.
It’s in our holding on,
to things which hold us back,
that pleasure is soon gone.

The joyful are not sad.
Vanity leads to pain.
Rethinking is not bad,
and may just keep us sane.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, September 26, 2007;   8:44 A.M.)

1144
Peek-Talk

I’d be unique if I could see
(just a small peek) of what will be.
I’d rule the Earth (own all the gold),
increase my worth ten trillion fold.
I’d prevent war and hunger too.
What’s a “peek” for, but start anew.

“Peek-thoughts” are fun, but they breed doubt.
Much like our sun, they’re too far out.
While Man still gropes for wishing star,
orbital scopes show what’s afar.
Perhaps we’ll find, built into Soul,
that Humankind should be our goal.
To earn that trust (to gain that nod),
this pinch of dust remembers God.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, September 28, 2007;   6:39 A.M.)

1145
Message To Myself (September 30, 2007)

Surely it’s no surprise
to see how bad we hurt.
There’s no limit or size
when crudeness plays in dirt.

“Behaving is boring,
and what’s excitement for!”
Extremes are enslaving,
and often lead to war.

Unfaithfulness will sway.
The cheat soon breaks a trust.
To steal is to betray.
Deceit makes pain a must.

Yet love’s a simple rule.
Goodwill lets heart rejoice.
(a subject prime for school).
Free will’s the Law of Choice.

Prudence whispers discrete,
in conduct or in speech.
Matters great or petite
sense that hand. Feel it’s reach.

It’s a poor meal indeed,
when plates are mostly spice.
Know what we really need.
Balance is good advice.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, September 30, 2007;   7:22 A.M.)

1146
A Calm For Stormy Days

There is a place not new,
where I go to be whole,
where past is on review,
and future can unroll.

I see they do connect,
at least that I have found.
Some urge, yet are suspect
(old thinking holds its ground).

The good deserve a ride.
I mix it with new ways,
and hope it will provide
a calm for stormy days.

While fishing in this stream,
prudence becomes an art.
It fortifies my dream,
with whispers from my heart.

I feel that I will find,
in all this subtle flow,
there is much more to mind,
than Man may ever know.

Take care. Our thoughts are seeds.
Our actions they define.
The content of our deeds,
can torture or refine.

The wise say we must learn.
No doubt this saves much pain.
But I think we must earn,
then harvest what is sane.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, October 3, 2007;   11:01 A.M.)

1147
Balance

It seems a thing too fine,
For those not there to know.
Perhaps “I, me, and mine”
dim down that light’s sweet glow.

Is it an attitude
(an Earthly teach-me skill?)
Does it need gratitude?
Is it an act of will?

Does heart still beat the same?
Does pain still pave the way?
Do we just stake a claim?
What part will prudence play?

It seems a thing too fine,
For those not there to know.
Perhaps “I, me, and mine”
dim down that light’s sweet glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, October 5, 2007;   7:40 A.M.)

1148
Heart Workers

Mistakes, for sure, they make.
They have their share of pain.
Yet love is there awake,
and thinking is quite sane.

The workers of the heart,
on ship, in bank or zoo,
make quality an art,
in everything they do.

They strive to find a way
not to hate, cheat or steal.
They make a cheerful day.
(They are what I call real).

I’d rather be with them,
than those who fake and scheme.
(or too quick to condemn).
Good will is not a dream.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, October 6, 2007;   7:14 A.M.)

1149
The Heart Is Waiting To Dance

Reputations shout near and far.
Situations tell who we are.
Response is key as Self well knows.
Thoughts are not free from karmic blows.

The way of mind is pick and choose.
Most of us find we pick and lose.
Learn to discern. (Pain can advise).
Balance we earn. Earth makes us wise.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, October 10, 2007;   6:19 A.M.)

1150
For The Rhyming Poet

Make it happy with smile appeal.
Help it to free with touch of real.
Meter from start (it draws us near).
Rhyme it for heart that all can hear.

Add your insight. Give it a flow.
Blend in your light. Give it a glow.
Tune in and soar. Write it your way.
With metaphor let beauty play.
Subtle it well. Heartbeats approve.
Rhythm and tell is your best move.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, October 12, 2007;   5:50 A.M.)

1151
Message To Myself (October 13, 2007)

Quality’s role, in our intent,
defines the goal of our ascent.
Quality’s role, in our response,
adds self control, to needs and wants.
Quality’s role, as we proceed,
beautifies Soul, with every deed.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, October 13, 2007;   7:13 A.M.)

1152
Message To Myself (October 15, 2007)

The present is a gift,
a chance to weed and sow,
a time we may uplift,
a time that we may grow.

Most sacred is our choice.
Do learn what’s in each seed.
Go plant that we rejoice,
a solemn act indeed.

Beyond desires and griefs,
who will venture to go?
Man kills for his beliefs,
then hopes that peace may glow.

Behind historic tales
Lie minds with fear and greed.
There laughter muffles wails.
What do we really need?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, October 15, 2007;   5:05 A.M.)
1153
Water Hole Sentinels

Nature was scheming wise
to give them squared off spots.
In art they’d win first prize,
as brown exploded dots.

Beneath that splotchy skin,
twenty five pounds of heart
Is beating deep within.
Blood pressure plays its part.

High necks require high pulse.
Long legs need most the same.
Let awkward not repulse,
they have achieved much fame.

Their walk is quite unique,
as far as four legs go.
With side by side technique,
they have a Human flow.

At home they are well known.
Enemies fear their feet.
Adults are left alone
(Lions like easy meat).

Their kick, front back and side
Will help protect their young.
The tall leaves cannot hide,
from long prehensile tongue.

Sure we have more to learn
of their Earthly commute,
and we may yet discern
Giraffes can be quite cute.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, October 17, 2007;   7:30 A.M.)

1154
That Human Glow

To comprehend the way we grow,
let us befriend the Human glow.
Improve we can. For sure, we must.
The heart of Man helps mind adjust.
Response, it seems, is our technique.
It feeds our dreams (makes us unique).

Future it forms (seconds away).
Calmness or storms, thoughts make our day.
Brighten that light. With joy respond.
Create delight. Feelings can bond.
To comprehend the way we grow,
let us befriend the Human glow.
 
(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, October 18, 2007;   7:45 A.M.)

1155
Message To Myself (October 21, 2007)

To most this won’t seem strange.
Truth is, we all discern.
We strive to keep a change,
until again we learn.

With things that lead to pain,
we’re good at holding on.
Our greed desires to gain
all that we dwell upon.

Stories and tales will show,
bad’s always been fool’s gold.
Long living knows that glow.
Youth seeks treasures untold.

Good’s a step to better.
Kind and prudent do well.
Patience will unfetter.
Gratitude breaks the shell.

Fault finding is naïve.
Better to make a friend.
Focus to undeceive.
Love’s a start not an end.

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, October 21, 2007;   7:3 A.M.)

1156
Message To Myself (October 23, 2007)

For sure it’s something fine
(quite well worthy of God),
to in-dwell by design
then give Mankind the nod.

Free will’s a freedom pact.
Packaged with deep desire.
Vanity clouds our act.
Power darkens our fire.

Science and art unbind.
Inventions play their part.
But our most cherished find
are subtleties of heart.

It’s there we learn the dance
of overcoming fear.
We earn joy not by chance,
as we keep beauty near.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, October 23, 2007;   5:46 A.M.)

1157
What Are They?

They have appeal, beyond a doubt.
They are ideal (and won’t wear out).
They must be learned not bought or sold.
Once they’re discerned they’re sought like gold.
They shine the same in youth and age.
They don’t take blame. They earn their wage.

They strike the mean in cold or heat.
They’re not extreme or obsolete.
They are quite sane in every way,
and cause less pain when put in play.
To everyone they are a key.
They are the sun of liberty.
Balance they make. Balance they keep.
Make no mistake, balance they reap.

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, October 24, 2007;   6:08 A.M.)

1158
Santa Forever
(A time capsule Q&A)

Is Santa ever mad?
Not in ten-thousand years.
Is Santa ever sad?
He wastes no time on tears.

Does Santa overeat?
Tradition keeps him fat.
Does Santa ever cheat?
Ideals just don’t do that.

Why does Santa bring coal?
Making diamonds is wise.
Knowing Nature’s the goal?
Potential is a prize.

Is Santa ever wrong?
The List is always right.
Is Santa’s list quite long?
It stretches with our light.

Do our decisions show?
Bad is me. Good is we.
Does the List always know?
Choices make history.

But who makes up the List?
One that knows every heart.
Can a beat go unmissed?
Not while God plays his part.

Can God hear our applause?
Be grateful every day.
Can I be Santa Claus?
All givers find a way.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, October 28, 2007;   10:23 A.M.)

1159
From Where Do They Come, And Why?

From mean to kind, they rise and fall.
Feelings we find are magnets all.
From gloom to joy, they come and go.
Feelings employ both fire and glow.

From part to whole, they create mood.
Feelings en-soul our attitude.
From foe to friend, they grow like seed.
Feelings attend our every deed.
From prance to hide, they plan or scheme.
Feelings reside in every dream.

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, October 31, 2007;   7:31 A.M.)

1160
Message To Myself (November 2, 2007)

We cause ulcer and strife,
then pray we stay intact.
The smart respond to life,
the rest they just react.

From subtle to quite crude,
we all know the reaping.
Where there’s no gratitude,
we all know the weeping.

All things they have their start,
at least in our Earth play.
More so in mind and heart,
where moments overstay.

The wise learn not to scold
(love-learning sows respect).
Prudence keeps its stronghold
in the Great Architect.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, November 2, 2007;   5:07 A.M.)

1161
Happiness Is Our Goal

Happiness is our goal.
To most this won’t seem odd.
It tests us mind and Soul.
(We earn our way to God).

It is the Human bind,
this quality of choice.
Experience with mind
will sadden or rejoice.

The weighing of the heart
is something we all do,
from thoughts the crude impart,
To subtle points of view.

Heaven’s for the honest.
We all know they’re quite rare.
They’ve done their very best,
to learn and then prepare.

That’s the where, when and how.
Plum blossoms whisper why.
Less pain will listen now.
The rest prefer to lie.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, November 3, 2007;   7:02 A.M.)

1162
Message To Myself (November 5, 2007)

From star afar to closer plays,
clever we are in many ways.
Beyond our reach, we grasp with mind,
yet hard to teach is Humankind.

Pleasure’s the tide of all our tears.
Conscience can guide. Fears cripple years.
Pick and adjust. Life is a skill,
but choose we must and choose we will.
Thoughts are like seed. Select them well.
Beyond our need, we can excel.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, November 5, 2007;   5:06 A.M.)

1163
The Lighter Side Of God

Above the chin, below the nose,
a well meant grin may well disclose,
that care will find (with love’s insight),
for Humankind God made delight.

Of things worthwhile on this Earth plane,
a well meant smile keeps Earthlings sane.
Yet that’s but half our story told.
A well meant laugh is truly gold.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, November 9, 2007;   7:50 A.M.)

1164
The Mood Is Gratitude

After harvest, before the snow,
it’s time for rest and thanks to flow.
From deep inside, the U.S.A.
has purified this special day.
Family, food, friends and pleasure,
a grateful mood is our treasure.

Save it in rhyme, song, dance and art.
Cherish the time we dream with heart.
Paint summer lost. Its heat long gone.
Perhaps a frost will tint my dawn.
I’ve no regret life passes so.
I’m not done yet with life’s sweet glow.
So many more first breaths I’ll take
in God’s encore of sleep and wake.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, November 11, 2007;   10:31 A.M.)

1165
The Light Of Gratitude

An embrace it contains,
as if it were built-in.
It inwardly explains,
where all good things begin.

There in the in-between,
where leaf tunes into sun,
where the unseen convene,
there God says well begun.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, November 14, 2007;   7:42 A.M.)

1166
The Future Of Thanksgiving

It warms the Human Race,
as we create our dawn.
It is a social grace,
that keeps the sword undrawn.

It’s much like the noon bright,
where shadows disappear.
Sure there’s a subtle might
that we may well draw near.

No doubt it’s a treasure,
like water, fire and food.
Such a heart-felt pleasure
rewards our gratitude.

Unselfish and not vain,
thankfulness will befriend.
It gives to life less pain,
and helps us to transcend.

May more know how it feels,
this stepping-stone to Soul.
What does it have that heals?
How does it make us whole?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday, November 15, 2007;   8:35 A.M.)

1167
The Joy That Is Christmas

Labor Day starts my year.
“Claus” planning brings great cheer.
When Halloween is done,
unpacking has begun.
After Thanksgiving Day,
my “elf” come out to play.

Christmas is my hobby.
Ornaments wait for tree.
Drawers can’t hold enough.
Closets keep Santa Stuff.
My attic guards the lights
(colors warm winter nights).
Boxed feelings hold a glow.
Garage looks packed to go.
And yes, some things I crate.
I need to decorate.

If I just had more space
(a larger home or place),
I’d fill it sure as sky
makes room for clouds to fly.
If gold came with my birth,
I’d beautify this Earth.
That done. I did my best.
To God, I’d leave the rest.

Let no one take offense,
at this my commonsense.
Somehow I think and feel
Man’s debt is growing real,
and payback, whole or part,
involves the Human heart.
Perhaps we will rummage
through our mindful storage,
where joyful thoughts and dreams
may help redeem our schemes.
Where subtle enterprise
holds joyfulness as wise,
there is, for us, a spark,
that dawn, which lights our dark.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, November 19, 2007;   6:15 A.M.)

1168
Message To Myself (November 22, 2007)

Beauty of mind makes life an art,
from there we find beauty of heart.
Forgive and live is good advice.
Don’t be captive at any price.
Think joy today. Soul will applaud.
Virtue’s our play, written by God.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, November 22, 2007;   9:07 A.M. Thanksgiving Day)

1169
Message To Myself (November 25, 2007)

For sure it can seem strange,
in God’s great big and small,
some things appear to change,
but they don’t change at all.

Eclipses of the sun
may have a huge appeal.
To watch them can be fun.
Their dark is shadow-real.

Just step beyond that shade,
and you could well insist,
it is an eye charade.
Relatives do exist.

Illusions can outlive
the soundest common sense.
Some seem affirmative,
with airs of permanence.

Sun shines at night, we know.
Motion can disconnect.
Our moon puts on a show.
Phases help us reflect.

Atmosphere’s collusion,
with one star, makes our sky.
(Our day time illusion).
Learning how leads to why.

Some answers we have learned.
Science now grows quite fast.
Yet some things must be earned,
and these grow from our past.

Experience I mean,
where attitudes adjust.
Responses to our scene
make worldliness a must.

How else can prudence reign?
Where comes our tempered joy?
Discernment gleans less pain.
The man learns from the boy.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, November 25, 2007;   5:49 A.M.)

1170
Doctor Holiday

Colors brighter, delicious food,
it’s a lighter, happier mood.
Yes, I’m grateful for holidays,
ever mindful of joyous ways.
Sure it’s the thought wrapped in feeling.
Goodness is taught. Minds are healing.

For those who share, it’s time for heart.
The pulse of care unveils God’s art.
Man’s the measure of peace profound.
Call it treasure, yet to be found.
Love will recall, gratitude mends.
So may we all become good friends.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, December 3, 2007;   7:02 A.M.)

1171
Dear Georgia

(for Georgia O’Keeffe)

Let the flower
adorn the skull.
The pelvis plays portal
to the Pedernal.
The temporary glimpse
the less temporary.

Are you still
gathering bones
(your sun bleached
corrective lenses)?

From what Ghost Ranch
do you now fill your space
in a beautiful way?

Your poppy gains momentum.
Into our decades,
it flows,
your canvas
clutching
your feeling,
our stamp 
of approval
treasuring your response.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, December 7, 2007;   6:10 A.M.)

1172
The Middle Way

It sees beyond our sight,
far too subtle to speak.
Charity is its light,
quite far beyond unique.

We know it by the deed,
of that there is no doubt.
With prudent thought as seed,
the honest will stand out.

Without it we’re in pain,
and feel life is unfair.
With it our days are sane.
(Less I-time makes less wear.)

When does sanity start?
The sign is gratitude –-
the warming of the heart,
the shedding of the crude.

Excess is one extreme.
It sneaks into our play.
Too much destroys dream,
and takes our joy away.

Not enough’s just as bad.
There far beyond stale bread,
too little’s barely glad,
and rarely gets ahead.

Balance is all the same,
no matter stage or day.
Call it by any name.
Ideals give goals their play.

In striving to refine,
character is the mold,
improvement, the design,
(and tale yet to be told).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, December 12, 2007;   6:03 A.M.)

1173
The Search for Mrs. Claus

To sense the Santa mind,
to know the Santa art,
she must be Santa kind,
and feel the Santa heart.

Her smile must bring delight,
and match her joyful mood –
must radiate a light
devoid of attitude.

She must like mistletoe,
hot chocolate and mugs.
Her cheeks must have a glow
(no alcohol or drugs).

She must like happy chat –
no gossip over tea,
must set her thermostat
to truth with charity.

Some say there are but few,
who have such a bouquet,
but this is nothing new –
we earn our bright of day.

Some say she’s just “not-real”,
with emphasis, then sigh,
“we’re human not ideal,
that standard is too high.”

Yet mothers have the young
to nourish and to teach.
Let wisdom’s song be sung.
Beyond our grasp we reach.

To find that grand design,
to share our do’s and don’ts,
her love must now refine
Man’s deepest can’ts and won’ts.

It may have been a dream,
perhaps a “could-have-done”,
but now it’s future’s theme.
Grow well. Make peace. Have fun!

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, December 16, 2007;   5:53 A.M.)

1174
Message To Myself (December 19, 2007)

Ice cream is my best scheme,
to teach me better ways.
Thought-diet is my theme.
(I’m thinking thin these days.)

Beyond what we just ate,
re-thinking makes us smart.
Far more than losing weight,
self-knowledge is Man’s art.

My habits I designed.
(We teach ourselves you know.)
Repeatedly I find,
once bright is now a glow.

My most rude should go first,
but small wins are quite wise.
Yet none feel uncoerced.
(Demise is no surprise.)

To discipline desire,
to know crude will bring pain,
it’s prudent to inspire,
to cultivate the sane.

It’s fairly subtle stuff.
What’s next to be refined?
This smoothing of the rough
may just help all Mankind.

Sure here’s where I speak bold.
(Awake now, don’t you nod.)
Sanity will grow cold,
without the warmth of God.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, December 19, 2007;   9:58 A.M.)

1175
To Love You More

My next heart beat is God’s great gift.
May it feel sweet, may it uplift.
May my next breath strengthen my mind,
with life not death – forever kind.
May my next thought gather and store,
all I’ve been taught, to love you more.

My next response, may it employ,
very few wants and mostly joy.
May my next act show I agree –
Man’s finest tact is charity.
May my next goal share how I feel –
through self-control deal with what’s real.
May I create to beautify,
as I await the reason why.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, December 21, 2007;   6:22 A.M.)

1176
Humility Remembers This

Not before my first heart beat,
is gratitude attained.
Not before my first breath,
is charity attained.
Not before my first choice,
is honesty attained.

Not before my first experience,
is love attained.
Not before my first failure,
is caution attained.
Not before my first prayer,
is God attained.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, December 22, 2007; 9:14 A.M.)

1177
Timing And Technique

Go learn it now, and learn it well.
With when and how mind can excel.
A joke, a smile, a pleasant view,
make life worthwhile for me and you.
Rare it is not to cure a mood,
with joyful thought and attitude.
Go learn it now, and learn it well.
With when and how mind can excel.

Healthy pleasures for sure are real.
Man’s great treasures have heart appeal.
Beauty I find most everywhere,
that Humankind has learned to share.
Go learn it now, and learn it well.
With when and how mind can excel.

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, December 24, 2007; 6:50 A.M.)

1178
Message To Myself (December 24, 2007)

The kindest of life’s dividends
(one that extends our Human care
to making and keeping good friends)
is understanding bridge repair.

For sure they wear as they are made.
Abutments must ever be sound.
Bridge building is a Human trade.
Moods can compound and then confound.

It’s Nature that determines length.
It's Man who has gone modular,
but spans must stay within their strength,
and yes, we often go too far.

To use and not abuse is wise.
Discerning and fixing is smart.
Tolerance should maintain the prize,
but only love maintains the heart.

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, December 24, 2007; 4:40 A.M.)

1179
Aligned

In our battle for bright,
we do not think of when.
Such quality of light
is far beyond most Men.

An inch seems like a mile.
All that we learn will show.
A frown, as well as, smile,
for sure colors our glow.

The higher earned their place.
Their striving shows the way.
Their joy can fill all space.
Their deeds show what they say.

The highest and best heart
knows what we have gone through.
Guide us where now to start
(on what we’ve yet to do).

Sometimes we need a prod
(our not-love tends to mask).
Forget we can, our God,
as we become our task.

Free will gives us the choice.
Happiness is the goal.
As we give love it’s voice,
we pay, in full, our toll.

Let brotherhood prevail.
God strengthen mind and nerve.
May courage never fail,
that I may grow and serve.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Tuesday, December 25, 2007; 8:56 A.M.)

1180
Pass It On

Happiness sings a grateful song.
Thoughts become things. Make joy lifelong.
Don’t add to strife. Let it be taught –
An ugly life needs ugly thought.
Don’t add to sad. This all must know.
The great un-glad have lost their glow.
Discern and earn. Subtle comes first.
Caution will learn. Worry thinks worst.
Happiness sings a grateful song.
Thoughts become things. Make joy lifelong.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, December 26, 2007; 7:40 A.M.)

1181
This New Year Brings…

New hopes for heart, new goals for mind,
new times to start, new ways to find,
then grasp the prize, to so embrace, 
and exercise a thoughtful grace.
Feel the moment. Savor the pause.
Sense what is meant to transcend flaws.
God lives within. Go and begin.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday, December 27, 2007; 7:55 A.M.)

1182
Looking for Slights

There in comment (on tongue or page),
a discontent waits to enrage.
Figment or real slights do abound,
not sent to heal, but run aground.
Such disrespect. When will it end,
this great defect, this must contend.
Is this an art to warm the heart?

Go. Be slightless. Take no offense.
Let words caress, and not incense.
Let your intent be ever clear,
that mind’s not meant for tear or fear.
Deception’s lot, may all discern,
and good choose not that twist and turn.
Now, rise above. Send only love.

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, December 28, 2007; 7:33 A.M.)

1183
Choose To Choose

They’re Heaven sent to briefly last.
Sure the present creates the past.
Intent and will (call them a pair),
empty or fill – joy or despair.

Do they debate a could or not,
then seal our fate with should or ought?
Future from choice weighs on their pact.
May prudence voice its kindest act.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, December 29, 2007; 7:56 A.M.)

1184
Corrected Vision

A joyful emotion
puts a smile in my heart.
With sunset on ocean,
God smiles through Nature’s art.

It glows no less at dawn,
when pastels fill the sky,
when night is all but gone,
then gulls spread wings and fly.

In all the in-between,
Man seeks Human glory.
That smile is rarely seen.
It’s a Mankind story.

And yet God’s always there,
for those who want to see.
They filter worldly glare.
May “they” be you and me.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, December 29, 2007; 11:23 A.M.)

1185
Message To Myself (January 1, 2008)

Moods tint and shade reality.
Discernment suffers ever so.
Perception has its subtlety,
and we take pleasure in that glow.

Yet calmness is the ideal way.
Life is beautiful with less pain.
Rationality is the play.
Service to Man is for the sane.

Now most will disagree for sure.
Many reasons they will expound.
“It’s just too hard to strive for pure.”
“Enjoy yourself. Forget profound.”

These won’t be allies in the fight.
Make no mistake it comes to this.
Evil well hates all that is light.
(Plots our demise with emphasis).

Our low intent won’t help refine.
To most such striving will seem odd.
Go now, attune with the Divine.
Take your pleasure in knowing God.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Tuesday, January 1, 2007; 5:00 A.M.)

1186
Message To Myself (January 2, 2008)

First steps are our delight.
Balance, we tend to cheer.
From there we learn what’s right
(what Mankind holds quite dear).

Need and desire soon scheme
(our ancient earthly song).
The “good” call this our dream.
The “bad” weave in their wrong.

We’ve earned our own distrust.
Mind and will played their part.
Each know where to adjust.
Freedom has need of heart.

Soul invites to be whole,
but can we drop our mask?
Sharing this world’s our goal
(becoming friends our task).

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, January 2, 2008; 7:20 A.M.)

1187
Tweakin-Talk

“He plunks a crazy song.”
“His banjo’s missing strings.”
“That other guy is wrong.”
“How could he do such things.”

Friendships may need a tweak,
but how long and how much?
Good tweakers are unique,
they’ve learned to stay in touch.

Who knows it can well teach,
this skill to make amends.
To touch beyond our reach,
may reconnect old friends.

But what can tweakers do
with the hurtful and vain,
with willful points of view,
that border on insane?

They’re out of tweaking range,
yet prayer goes quite far,
and God invites to change,
by keeping doors ajar.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, January 4, 2008; 6:48 A.M.)

1188
Message To Myself (January 6, 2008)

The heart knows how to glow,
through every act of charity.
These cornerstones will show,
thought’s at its best when mind is free.

That future may well find,
the joy of love is prudent-strong,
go build foundations kind,
and beautify with god’s sweet song.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, January 6, 2008; 6:20 A.M.)

1189
Pumpkin-Talk

What will it be, scary or nice?
Tonight you’re free. Want some advice?
That’s what I thought. (Guessed that one right) –
a “Teach-me-not” Halloween night.
Sure that’s the way – the, “I’m big now.”
So all must play, and learn somehow.

Now school is fine. Don’t get me wrong.
But how we shine, when it’s our song.
Me-shine’s a gift, a special art.
It could uplift, or tear apart.
Untaught means pain. Let none be fooled.
It’s quite insane to go unschooled.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, January 6, 2008; 8:58 A.M.)

1190
My Ideal Poem

The poem’s art grasps and refines,
letting the heart write all the lines.
The poem’s size reflects its flow,
like the sunrise meters its glow.
The poem’s feel textures the mind
(that touch of real, memories find).

The poem’s sight ever employs
beautiful light tapping our joys.
The poem’s tint highlights its shade
(the Soul’s imprint that cannot fade).
The poems sound may well applaud,
that rhyme profound, that pulse of God.

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, January 2, 2008; 7:20 A.M.)

1191
Message To Myself (January 10, 2008)

God made choosing life’s cornerstone.
Man made choosing – pleasure (then groan).
Pain will adjust our lack of skill,
for choose we must, and choose we will.
Perfect the art. Cherish the choice.
Prudence with heart helps us rejoice.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday, January 10, 2008; 5:41 A.M.)

1192
Message To Myself (January 13, 2008)

Why is an aura pink?
What makes it blue or green?
It’s all from what we think.
Quality lights our scene.

We really are unique,
but unique’s not the goal.
It’s all in our technique.
Virtues attune with Soul.

Prudence keeps thinking straight.
Gratitude keeps it warm.
Love teaches not to hate.
Honesty will reform.

Charity is the light,
By which we see our God.
It demonstrates what’s right,
that Heaven may applaud.

Through happiness we find,
that growth comes learning slow,
that kindness heals the mind,
and joy knows how to glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, January 13, 2008; 8:36 A.M.)

1193
Uncountable

When work and play are done,
about the end of day,
we say goodnight to sun,
and simply turn away.

Earth tints become Earth shades.
(Day-illusion departs).
As sky blue backdrop fades,
the many fill our hearts.

Motion must take our light,
as motion brought our dawn.
Yet sun continues bright
(although some think it gone).

In light-year leaps of thought
(through grateful glimpse or gaze),
Nature has always taught,
the past is just a phase.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, January 16, 2008; 7:49 A.M.)

1194
Blue Birds Don’t Fly With Chicken Hawks

This thinking slim is hard on me.
My neat and trim just eats fat-free.
It must preside over dessert,
or deep inside it will feel hurt.
To its delight control means win.
(No appetite will eat its thin).

But there is more, a counter plot,
that won’t keep score – my trim-me-not.
It does exist as subtle mood,
which will insist I crave for food.
Perhaps I’ll find, a hoped for toy,
hiding in mind, blocking my joy.

Are they extremes, (my slim and eat),
with clever schemes of great defeat?
Which to enhance, little or much?
Where’s the balance, the master’s touch?
I’ve much to learn, to gain the knack,
and thus discern this thing called “snack”.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday, January 17, 2008; 7:20 A.M.)

1195
Dream-Talk (2)

So we won’t overload,
in our pursuit of light,
Dreamland has a zip-code,
where feelings spend the night.

The past prepares to dance,
to tint and shade what’s dear.
Its beauty will enhance.
Its ugly fills with fear.

Reflect on what life’s brought.
Experience and reap.
Watch that last conscious thought,
that moment before sleep.

Discern and learn to tweak.
Take care with “must” destroy.
Improve your life technique.
Fill all your dreams with joy.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, January 19, 2008; 5:40 A.M.)

1196
Poet-Talk
(a poem for poem-makers)

Was there ever a time
Man was devoid of rhyme?
Will future ever find
no meter in Mankind?
If pulse and beat depart,
can we still sing with heart?

My bet is that we’ll try.
(No one but God knows why).
We all need to express
our glimpse of happiness.
The sad expresses loss.
The lost search through their gloss.
The mean strive to destroy.
The hopeful feel its joy.
We live its rise and fall.
The poem caches all.

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, January 19, 2008; 7:32 A.M.)

1197
What Makes A Poem Truly Great?

It starts with God.
It flows from God.
It feels like God.

It warms the heart.
It flows through heart.
It radiates heart.

It calms the mind.
It strengthens mind.
It disarms mind.

It nourishes Mankind.
It shelters Mankind.
It loves Mankind.

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, January 20, 2008; 5:53 A.M.)

1198
Simply Elegant

Stars, fill all the night.
Earth, be warmed by fire.
Leaf receive your light.
Man refine desire.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, January 20, 2008; 6:30 A.M.)

1199
To Those About To Fall Into Their Shadow
(a few don’ts)

Don’t cherish the plot.
Don’t destroy the day.
The kinder the thought
The greater the pay.

Don’t hate or rehash.
Let go of that slight.
Dismember that slash.
Don’t ever lose light.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, January 20, 2008; 7:26 A.M.)

1200
To Those Looking Forward To The Next Moment

Be careful what you relive
(and remember to forgive).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, January 20, 2008; 7:44 A.M.)

1201
Culture-Talk

I reached out for culture,
by reading some Shakespeare,
thinking that now, for sure,
I’d find what Man holds dear.

It was not the ideal
that flowed through every play,
but more like what is real
as culture lost its way.

I saw Man’s many flaws
so skillfully displayed.
Desire respects few laws,
that God or Man has made.

Man glows his very best,
where beauty is the goal.
It is our joyful quest
to resonate with Soul.

Perfecting of an art
echoes the Grand Design.
No doubt it starts with heart,
that glimpse we then refine.

So truth keeps us alive,
as prudence means less pain.
Charity must survive.
Culture is for the sane.

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, January 23, 2008; 6:53 A.M.)

1202
Exchanging Eye Glasses Won’t Maintain Clarity

Consensus points of view
(clearly man’s invention),
are really nothing new.
Most have good intention.

They’re done before they’re through.
Preservation will nod,
at, “The best we could do.”,
and this most may applaud.

Don’t disregard the few,
for selfish common sense.
They’ll be a wrecking crew,
to tare down your new fence.

Some will never agree.
Free will’s an adventure.
It wants to stay quite free.
For this there’s just one cure.

Discern. Then dare to share.
Decide with love, all things.
The few may feel you care,
then watch what future brings.

Evil’s ranks could well thin
(the heart is warm at birth).
Friendship may yet still win,
as we test love on Earth.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, January 23, 2008; 8:56 A.M.)

1203
Birthday-Talk

In this encore of my sweet song,
I’m sixty-four and going strong.
Thanks for the past, and all I’ve learned.
I’ve lived not fast. Most things I’ve earned.

My point of view has changed so much.
I’ve thought things through, and  stayed in touch.
With Nature’s flow, I came in nude,
but I will go with gratitude.

Thanks for future, for hopes and dreams,
for life’s allure, and charming schemes.
I’ll strive to share my greatest need –
how much I care, in every deed.

Thanks for present, this special time,
joyfully spent, where poems rhyme.
Thank You for mind, science and art.
For Humankind, thank You for heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday, January 24, 2008; 8:10 A.M.)

1204
Message To Myself (January 25, 2008)

Never they wait. Rarely sublime.
They activate at any time.
There’s no mystique. They’re quite alive.
Revenge they seek. Bad habits thrive.

We put them there. They seemed quite right.
Our lack of care has dimmed our light.
Program we did. Repeat and win.
Now they lie hid with gleeful grin.

They may display a subtle skill.
All shades of grey may raise their will.
Subconscious schemes, if unsubdued,
Will fill our dreams with rude and crude.

As we review our Human race,
Some points of view must go with grace.
We must discern, and then refine.
On Earth we earn the Grand design.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, January 25, 2008; 7:48 A.M.)

1205
Are You Hungry?

How much should I put on my plate?
My best reply is, “I just ate”.
But not from me, and not before.
I feel quite free to utter “More”.

Someday I’ll win. My overeat
Will lose its grin and taste defeat.
I’m not unique, the list is long.
Our “slim” is weak. Our “eat” is strong.
Pleasure is king. It rules our play.
Tests it must bring, to earn our way.

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, January 27, 2008; 6:31 A.M.)

1206
To Make Of Life An Art

To some it’s all quite grim, a ghastly glance,
a morbid cut and trim, a last-breath dance.
Yet it’s an incentive to get things done.
It’s clear and inventive. Planning is fun.

Becoming efficient, one may well find,
simplifies by consent life’s daily grind.
Ever grateful for heart, time becomes friend.
To make of life an art, just glimpse its end.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Tuesday, January 29, 2008; 5:47 A.M.)

1207
Message To Myself (January 30, 2008)

We all must eat and drink.
Necessities come first.
It’s easier to think
without distracting thirst.

Their lack exacts a toll–
choices to stay alive.
For some those torture Soul,
while others heal and thrive.

A piling on of needs,
beyond our Walden Pond,
sets us to other deeds.
(to desires we respond).

And so our Earthly Pact,
where world may smile or frown,
but surely interact,
to help or put us down.

Experience now learns,
in varying degree,
the balance of concerns
will educate and free.

Some earn before they part,
that place made for the kind.
Fulcrum is always heart.
What better place for mind.

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, January 330, 2008; 8;27 A.M.)

1208
Message To Myself (February 1, 2008)

Hear, if you can. Envision mood.
Feel now the plan, with gratitude.
Not knowing shares abundant tears,
confusing cares, and fearful years.

Not humble shreds and separates.
It proudly spreads all that which hates.
Prudence is wise, the heart of mind.
Love is the prize. Be smart and kind.
That’s not the end (more like the start).
Make all your friend, go learn God’s art.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, February 1, 2008; 5:53 A.M.)

1209
Heart-Valentines

On Earth we set a date.
Love has become commercialized.
Buy candy for your mate.
Flowers are prudent – highly prized.

Heart shapes show how we feel.
Red and pink say chocolate time.
Let tenderness reveal.
This day is for poems that rhyme.

We’ve learned how to remind.
Perhaps we’ll learn to touch with care.
God belongs to the kind.
May selfish learn to give and share.

Reflections help us grow.
Reminders fill a special need.
Someday we may well know,
love is the enemy of greed.

We are ingratitude.
Most thoughts are quite un-elegant.
(Our best are yet still crude).
Un-valentines are so extant.

Cherish the friendship-dream.
Give chocolates with sweet-designs.
There is no better theme.
Yes. I believe in valentines.

Some day we’ll tire of pain.
I believe that prudence will teach,
charity’s not in vain,
and caring’s not beyond our reach.

Remorse is not the way.
What can atone for ugly thought?
Beauty is Man’s best play.
There joy is our forget-me-not.

The good in all agree,
for joy of love we must prevail.
It is God’s recipe.
Love is for Man our Holy Grail.

Heart-mail is nothing new.
So send it now with your best smile.
Our future’s overdue,
and valentines are well worthwhile.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, February 6, 2008; 9:23 A.M.)

1210
A Valentine From Experience

Did God create Valentine’s Day,
or did He wait, and watch Man’s play?
Did He implant a stand-by seed,
one to enchant, in case of need?
To our degree of fears and wants,
add quality of our response.
It’s understood, given free-will,
even the good still lie and kill.

Sure its far less than all the bad,
but what a mess when good gets mad.
We could heart-mail (to: all Mankind),
that love won’t fail to warm the mind.
It’s quite a thought. Truth can relieve.
Yet most are taught such is naive.
Our best encore says, “Yes, I can.”
Good’s worth much more when made by Man.
Don’t take it wrong, God is the goal,
and right’s the song that makes Man whole.
Love’s interface with common sense
strengthens with grace, our confidence.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, February 8, 2008; 7:29 A.M.)

1211
Thoughts For Thanksgiving

Am I grateful, for my next breath?
Am I joyful, certain of death?
Am I humble, though ego call?
Does my stumble become my fall?
Do I balance my mind and heart?
Will my next glance embrace God’s art?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, February 9, 2008; 7:57 A.M.)

1212
Directions For The Overloaded

Just one step at a time,
and never think the worst.
Simplicity is prime.
In all things put God first.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, February 9, 2008; 5:17 A.M.)

1213
A Note For The Distressed

It takes a special care,
to look beyond Man’s schemes.
Not everyone will dare
the balance of extremes.

Your calmness found the time,
in your necessity,
to treat your mind to rhyme,
while searching for the key.

The one best place to start,
that warms the mental chill,
is in the Human heart,
where love embraces will.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Tuesday, February 9, 2008; 6:38 A.M.)

1214
Don’t Forget To Set The Alarm

To me, it’s more than Heaven sent.
Yet Heaven has its part to play.
Simplicity is refinement.
Un-complicate your dream today.

Though ego state it otherwise,
error has taught our very best.
Pain has polished our living prize,
but there is more to Man’s Earth-test.

Honor Nature. Respect our star.
Be grateful for your next heart beat.
Life is precious near or afar.
Perfection hints at incomplete.

Prudence points to freedom of will,
where charity is yet ideal.
Boredom demands a greater thrill.
Quality strives to be quite real.

Mankind is choice. Through choice we learn.
Observe, reflect, remember well.
With cause and effect we discern.
Let’s say hello before farewell.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Tuesday, February 12, 2008; 7:22 A.M.)

1215
Imagination Can Be Your Friend

To slow down from life’s spin,
to warm those thoughts not nice,
to change that frown to grin,
here is my best advice.

Let beauty fill your mind.
What’s beautiful to you?
In beauty you will find
your joyful point of view.

It doesn’t cost a dime.
What’s your favorite place?
What’s your very best time?
Be there at your own pace.

Do what you like the best,
but keep it clean and bright.
Remember Earth’s a test,
and Man must seek the light.

In your learning today,
let warmth of heart unfold.
Give thanks in every way.
Your gratitude is gold.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, February 20, 2008; 5:57 A.M.)

1216
Man’s Morning Myth

Birds serenade the play,
which favors us with sight.
It happens once a day,
this dying of the night.

And so it seems to go,
but yet dawn never dies.
Nature keeps up her glow.
Earth maintains her sunrise.

Our eyes would have our trust,
if not for thoughts of space.
(It moves along the crust,
yet stays in just one place).

More will grasp this notion,
because our young will teach,
dawn’s a child of motion –
illusion hinder’s reach.

But will they pass it on,
that learning is an art,
where mind sees through the dawn,
and listens with the heart.

Someone wakes each moment,
to just-watched color schemes,
turning with God’s intent,
discerning Earthly dreams.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday, February 21, 2008; 6:48 A.M.)

1217
Tolerance Not Hollerance

That sometimes piercing screech
is pure cockatoo talk.
The voice extends the reach.
My parrot loves to squawk.

In taking higher ground,
to exercise his might,
he conquers far with sound.
(Get close and he may bite).

His feathers come and go,
and surely that’s not odd.
Earth’s temporary glow
is but the smile of God.

I’ve taught him how to wink.
That wasn’t hard to do.
But he’s taught me to think,
he has a point of view.

Self-serving in his way,
it’s wise to trust him not,
untame is still his play.
(Quite close to Human thought).

Yet I still harbor hope,
that charity ascends,
that all will learn to cope,
and we can be good friends.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, February 22, 2008; 6:23 A.M.)

1218
What Beauty Never Does

Beauty never complains
About the desert rains.

Beauty never insists
Mornings come without mists.

Beauty never loves art,
Which lacks a beating heart.

Beauty never exceeds
Balance in all its deeds.

Beauty never destroys.
It warms us with its joys.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, February 27, 2008; 6:50 A.M.)

1219
My Never-Do-List

May I never adjourn,
where there is more to learn.

May I never advise
selfishness as the prize.

May I never preside,
when mind knows not but pride.

May I never applaud
ingratitude for God.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Tuesday, February 26, 2008; 6:21 A.M.)

1920
Why Are We Here Talk

Why are we here? What is the end?
Why do we fear? Is God our friend?
Beliefs will kill. They have in past.
Love is a skill designed to last.

Most will admit, that good is best.
Ours is the grit from Earthly test.
May we embrace the Yang and Yin,
beyond disgrace and social sin.
Caring is wise. We earn our why.
May our sunrise color our sky.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday, February 28, 2008; 9:00A.M.)

1221
Message To Myself (March 1, 2008)

Sure the future will teach,
responses are thought-seeds.
Quality measures reach.
Deeds are infused with needs.

Some sleep right through the dawn,
complain life is unfair
(mind-grumbling at first – yawn).
Few call it unaware.

Some miss the serenade,
as birds welcome the day,
while sun slow-tints our shade.
So long we’ve turned away.

With attitudes we sleep,
and hope we won’t regret,
the lessons we all reap,
and tend to soon forget.

May we honor Nature
(every leaf, stone and star).
Our gratitude is cure,
no matter who we are.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, March 1, 2008; 7:14 A.M.)

1222
Smile-Talk

Life’s full of fad and style.
They fill my every day.
But surely when I smile,
my heart comes out to play.

You know the smile I mean.
The one that shows I care.
That warms my winter scene.
The one quite glad to share.

The one my mind destroys,
with all its fear and flight.
The one which knows the joys
that sun puts into light.

Not-smiles are atomic.
Their import is extant.
Their life’s astronomic
(a multiplying slant).

When not-smiles learn with heart,
the world thaws just a tad.
For sure it’s one small start
(a pull-back from the mad).

That day, we plant less pain.
Let’s count it as a win.
We’re all that much more sane,
when smiles go all agrin.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, March 8, 2008; 7:21 A.M.)

1223
Was My Life Worthwhile?

I remember them well.
Some haunt my everyday –
to buy, to hold, or sell,
to grasp or push away.

What should I serenade?
What will hurt? What refine?
The choices I have made
shape my present design.

My choosing changed my style.
No longer it seems odd,
to give my heart a smile,
and start my day with God.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, March 9, 2008; 6:21 A.M.)

1224
Message To Myself (March 10, 2008)

Experience will teach,
as it has always taught.
Love is within our reach,
but far beyond self-thought.

So very few rejoice,
as life blossoms with deed.
Beauty is in the choice
(gardens were once but seed).

Virtue is for the sane
(and they are few at best).
Reform can bring much pain.
Power is Earth’s big test.

Sure what exists is true.
Vanity is a fraud.
We kill for points of view.
Gratitude leads to God.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, March 10, 2008; 6:05 A.M.)

1225
Our World Is Expanding, Again

Astronomic seems far away.
Subatomic is here to stay.
In atom’s sky electrons race.
Who wonders why Man’s mostly space?

With finest scope worlds look like dots.
Hearts search for hope. Deeds were once thoughts.
Caution is best (cousin to care).
Love is a quest, for all who share.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday, March 13, 2008; 6:19 A.M.)

1226
Know-Talk

It has a lot to say.
(Not-knowing will cause pain).
Ignorance rules our day.
Virtue will make us sane.
Gold is better when pure.
Things are never the same.
Learning is adventure.
Discernment is our game.
It’s truly our concern,
but who will dare increase?
To learn we must discern.
To grow some things must cease.
Far more than what we know
is our desire to grow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, March 17, 2008; 6:25 A.M.)

1227
Killing Is Common

Our history shows clear our will.
Sure it must be easy to kill.
Also extreme, easy to mate.
We fill this dream with sex and hate.
Yes there is more. We polarize.
(Our pain keeps score). Prudence is wise.
This much we feel, love must be real.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, March 17, 2008; 6:25 A.M.)

1228
Where Subtle Becomes Gross

Both heat and cold make storms.
Weather can be quite rude.
Ingratitude un-warms.
We all must deal with mood.

All wind awaits the nod,
as rain hides in the air.
A front may be a fraud.
Delight is all to rare.

Responses set our stage.
Thoughts and feelings do rule.
Now, as in every age,
quality is our school.

Response is where we learn.
Habits strive to preside.
Observe. Reflect. Discern.
Weather begins inside.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday, March 20, 2008; 7:18 A.M.)

1229
The Wonder Of It All

Sun gives us heat and light,
But Earth just turns away.
Blue sky, now starry night,
Lives not without sun’s ray.

We glimpse the great beyond.
Our moon gives way to Mars.
Sure hearts can best respond.
More we will learn of stars.

Atop our self-made haze,
At beams long given off,
Camera-scopes now gaze.
Some still doubt. Some still scoff.

Some wonder why we’re there.
(More wonder why we’re here).
Orbits can give a scare.
Blast-offs can bring a tear.

The dangers are no less,
Than back-street turbulence.
War brings small happiness.
Is future carved by chance?

Is it safer in space?
(perhaps, till Man moves in).
Our sense of God and grace,
May just be much too thin.

Discernment can be fun.
Waking extends our reach.
What’s Man without the sun?
(Old ‘Sol’ has much to teach).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, March 23, 2008; 8:24 A.M.)

1230
Message To Myself (March 26, 2008)

With sun as heart and moon as mind,
Love is the art we hope to find.
We earn our way in dim delight,
as star of day shines through our night.

That which we’re taught lacks gratitude.
Quality thought refines our mood.
Life’s a bruising. Mistakes all know.
Learn by choosing. Discern and grow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, March 26, 2008; 6:41 A.M.)

1231
Earth Wants You!

How would you like
to experience
the greatest adventure
imaginable?

How would you like
to travel
in every country,
speak every language?

How would you like
to rule 
over millions?

How would you like
to experience
every desire?

How would you like
to keep
friends and family
forever?

How would you like
to live
more life times
than there are stones
in the Great Wall of China?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday, March 27, 2008; 6:17 A.M.)

1232
From Rough To Smooth

We start with God for sure.
With gratitude we learn,
and this makes hearts that glow.

You might call it a cure.
To improve we discern.
There’s always more to know.

With patience we endure.
Virtue is what we earn.
Light contains a rainbow.

Make clear what is obscure.
Mankind is our concern.
The child is born to grow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, April 2, 2008; 5:51 A.M.)

1233
Hang Them High

It simply can’t forget, 
or overlook from greed.
It never gets upset.
Patience it does not need.
Look for no warmth or glow.
Logic won’t cease to flow.

It never moves on hunch.
Winning brings it no joy.
It doesn’t break for lunch.
My plans it must destroy.
Opponents clearly find,
no feeling clouds its mind.

Its memory banks bulge
with Master’s games of chess.
In rest it won’t indulge.
Computers have no stress.
The outcome’s not unknown.
I win and lose alone.

Sure this lack of feeling
Brings it to no extreme.
Too much finds me reeling,
then I lie down to dream.
Who knows what sleep will bring,
when pawn may dance with king.

Strategy plans with grace.
Ranks now extend afar.
Tactics soon fill all space.
Beauty commands each star.
Castles of heart declare,
my rooks gain strength with care.

Using slumberland-rules,
we step beyond genteel,
beyond all books and schools.
This fight will be surreal.
My bishops undeceive.
My knights, through love, achieve.

My flaws can’t stand my nice.
They summon all my crude.
They whisper poor advice,
to capture me with mood.
Their flag is insincere.
All darkness rules by fear.

To purify desire,
the battle will ignite.
They’re kindling for this fire.
They are no match for Light.
Yet they will not resign.
They die that I refine.

They may try for stalemate
(a draw to clash anew),
but death is their great fate,
and so their point of view.
Bad habits must all fall.
Mercy is not the call.

Some things just cannot stay,
when growth becomes the goal,
when good becomes the way,
through our brief glimpse of Soul.
In thankfulness for heart,
gratitude makes us smart.

Safe-stored in each advance
is striving for the prize.
Virtue is the balance.
Prudence is for the wise.
Let no one think this odd.
The end-game leads to God.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, April 9, 2008; 5:46 A.M.)

1234
The Phoenix Art Museum

Yes, Picasso lives here,
where the Saguaro blooms,
where Phoenix children cheer
time away from class rooms,
where dragons and treasure
delight beyond measure.

Line, shape, texture and space
create a modern theme.
Special exhibits grace,
architect’s desert dream.
Flower fragrances flow
in every garden show.

Here Cowboy artists share.
Here fashions glow with style.
See Chinese scrolls so rare.
Beauty makes life worthwhile.
Sculpture helps us transcend.
Docents make art our friend.

Remington’s Mountain Man
Reminds of the old west.
Skills of the Mexican
interest and suggest.
Sunbeams highlight and play.
Gerome contrasts Monet.

Find prints at our gift store,
parties in our Great hall,
Art of our Times and more
(adventures on the wall).
Free films are hard to beat.
Our restaurant’s a treat.

Here find in bronze or paint
The new accents the old.
Tales of sinner and saint
Speak subtle and quite bold.
Art has its own appeal.
Family fun is real.

Impressionists from France
Used light to win their prize.
Painting classes enhance.
Color your own sunrise.
Check when entrance is free.
Some things you just "must see”.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Tuesday, April 5, 2008; 5:30 A.M.)

1235
 “Arr” Talk

With much wind in his sails,
an old salt is spinning
the tallest of tall tales.
He starts with a grinning
(a glint that holds great glee),
“This is true. So help me… .”

“A pious lad that day,
who sailed the ocean ‘fahh’
(dropped ‘arrs’ the Boston way –
drank be-ahh in a bah),
wrote down the Holy word
as only he had heard.

Now smart he was, no doubt,
but wrote them as they sound.
Sometimes he left ‘arrs’ out.
This ran Mankind aground,
with much strain from that pain,
which drives most men insane.

The lad’s work brewed-up bold.
It spread throughout the land.
Chastity soon took hold.
Monks copied it by hand.
Translations twist and turn.
(Some find this hard to learn).

No one can say just when,
or whom we must ascribe,
but oh to just re-pen
lost ‘arrs’ that now proscribe.
What once some thought quite chaste,
a found ‘arr’ laid to waste.

Diction is a habit.
The lad wrote celibate,
but few will now admit,
it should read celebrate.
Church bells all changed their tone,
but there was more to moan.

Regret has long bewailed.
(Vanity won’t abate).
That added ‘I’ prevailed –
the bane of human fate.
But patience learns to wait,
with or without a mate.”

Let no one take offense.
This story’s just a gag,
so told at my expense,
and hardly worth a wag.
Yet good ‘yahhns’ must apply
some truth in every lie.

Without it who’d believe
such fantasy so pure.
No one could then deceive
hearts striving to be sure.
We’d see through each fable,
subtle and most able.

Discernment is the goal.
Us Earthlings need to win
the beauty of the Soul,
from countless thoughts of sin.
In this some need a clue.
(Add back the ‘arr’ in cue).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, April 22, 2008; 5:45 A.M.)

1236
Respondent

Yes, it could be thoughtful,
gut feeling or a hunch.
Angry, calm and grateful
create as big a punch.

My response shows my way.
It’s all how I respond.
It programs my Earth stay –
my pebble in life’s pond.

Some ripples have brought pain.
They make me stop and think.
Discernment is quite sane
(Don’t daydream at a brink).

Pain is a signal flare.
It warns mistakes were made,
and most adjust with care,
before that light can fade.

Some look but do not see
(at least first time around).
A few feel oh so free
to run their ship aground.

Yet even they can learn,
before their last heart beat,
it’s prudent to discern,
and make of life a treat.

React, answer, reply,
pebbles drop all the same.
Be careful, when through why,
and how you play life’s game.

1237
Our Future Contains Our Response To The Present

Our tomorrows (a learning fire)
fill with sorrows, from past desire.
Thoughts negative soon become facts.
Who will forgive criminal acts?

Planting a seed, that will bring pain,
is not a deed reason calls sane.
Karma assures, without a doubt,
that life’s allures be well thought out.
Man will mature. Love will take hold.
Honor Nature. Beauty is gold.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Tuesday, April 23, 2008; 6:00 P.M.)

1238 
Look for Me In Your Heart

Some call Me Great Spirit,
some, the Great Architect.
Many names seem to fit.
Some honor. Most expect.
Be grateful, kind and smart.
Your next breath is My art.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, April 25, 2008; 6:22 P.M.)

1239
The Birth Before Creation
(When was God’s Birthday?)

Was it in spring? What is the word?
Did all birds sing? Was it pre-bird?
Is there, unknown, a Mom and Dad?
Is flesh and bone something we add?

Was it sunrise, beyond delight?
Can stars advise? Was it pre-light?
What sweet moment, beyond all bliss,
held that event? Can made know this?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, April 30, 2008; 3:58 A.M.)

1240
A Tad More Than A Comment

Lord here is my report
(my lesson with free-will).
If Earth’s a grand resort,
then Karma is the bill.
Ingratitude and pride
make Man’s adjusting-tide.

Alive at sixty-five,
life is a see through fence.
For pleasure we all strive.
Regardless of expense.
Experience reveals
the source of our misdeals.

All must choose. All must pay.
Troubles attend great gain.
Earth serves a dream-buffet.
The uncalm grasp real pain.
Wisdom gives good the nod.
(Conscience comes straight from God).

Less self-serving than most
still fills the deed with greed.
Discern where quite engrossed.
Let heart determine need.
Desire attracts too well.
Wants are a Human spell.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, May 5, 2008; 8:51 A.M.)

1241
My Masonic Lodge

Brotherly love I find,
from potluck to degree,
is healthy for Mankind,
and keeps the spirit free.
Where good desires to grow,
kneeling sets life aglow.

To Masons everywhere,
past, present and future,
you who know how to share,
who know love is the cure,
we are all one in heart,
while practicing God’s art.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday, May 5, 2008; 8:51 A.M.)

1242
Where Would We Be Without It?

True. We have fleshed him out,
that industries may thrive.
Trillions were made no doubt
keeping that joy alive.
But we know that his art
refines the Human heart.

It taught us how to give,
and more, how to receive.
It taught us how to live,
and cherish Christmas Eve.
Old Red-Cheek’s merriment
has aided Man’s ascent.

This may cause some to pause.
(“This old-dude’s lost his mind.”)
But we owe Santa Claus,
for helping Humankind.
Yet how can we repay
a notion come our way?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, May 11, 2008; 6:17 A.M.)

1243
Nose-Talk

One whiff and we can trace
aromas come our way.
That which permeates space
may beautify our day.
Be it ever so slight,
the snoot detects delight.

Our smeller knows when steaks
are on the barbeque.
It makes but few mistakes
with mint tea on the brew.
A sniff can entertain,
as well as save much pain.

Like any other sense
nose is an in-between.
It’s quick to take offense,
to keep us safe (and clean).
Olfactory nerves teach
to know beyond our reach.

Fragrance affects our mood.
Discern vibrations well.
Know that our attitude
is influenced by smell.
Accurate perception
avoids misconception.

So prove it foul or fair, 
prudence does not assume.
Alarms make us aware.
(What’s wrapped in that perfume?)
Know well what does enchant.
What’s straight may have a slant.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, May 16, 2008; 4:59 A.M.)

1244
Message To Myself (May 17, 2008)

Life’s like writing a book,
proof reading’s never done.
We tend to overlook
the best moves for the fun,
but we’re quick to complain,
when pleasure leads to pain.

Love becomes our measure,
as reason fits the prize.
Prudence is a treasure
(the nectar of the wise).
Whether we grow or not
deserves our warmest thought.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, May 17, 2008; 6:04 A.M.)

1245
Beyond Wonder

Come watch it fly, then watch it float.
My youthful eye saw leaf as boat.
Snails weren’t so slow. Song birds could heal.
That long ago was oh so real.
Life is still sweet, but not prepaid.
My next heart beat, I serenade.
(Man is less crude with gratitude).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, May 19, 2008; 6:45 A.M.)

1246
Early-Talk

That accolade is just their way.
Birds serenade the dawn each day.
Our hearts know why sounds of sunrise,
with pastel sky, can civilize.

And yes, mind knows, it’s a sure bet
(from worldly blows) we’re not there yet.
Could Man ever start with a song?
We’re too clever with right and wrong.

We’re slow to smile and quick with frowns.
We say “worthwhile” to ups and downs.
Our grief extant is from free-will.
It’s we that plant greed-thoughts that kill.

May we discern pain from pleasure,
then learn and earn life’s great measure.
Seed-deeds rejoice when thoughts inspire.
The gift of choice knows all desire.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday, May 22, 2008; 8:45 A.M.)

1247
Willbe-Talk

Come, let us celebrate
a moment far from now,
when we forget to hate,
and not remember how.
Sure it’s our time to cheer.
Our time to hope it near.

Beauty adorns insight.
Surely that’s no surprise.
All Warriors of Light
find joy in each sunrise.
There’s really no mystique.
Lovely is not unique.

It’s Man’s great stepping stone
to the Wisdom of Joy.
Refinement will enthrone.
Elegance will employ.
Now-seeds make future flow.
(Our glow will show we know).

Heart beats will then applaud,
that prudent-loving choice,
when all things start with God,
and Mankind can rejoice,
and hold in high esteem
the Maker of our dream.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, May 26, 2008; 5:56 A.M.)

1248
Small But Entertaining

Sure theirs is a poem with rhyme.
Successful hunters know,
great skill generates more playtime.
In this they steal the show.

That used to be my point of view.
Now it’s prudence not play.
Fins are placed first on the menu.
(So prey can’t swim away).

These snorkelers, with eagle eyes
And nostrils high on head,
Make us forget our “wonder-whys”.
They’re just not underfed.

They hunt by mouth and not by hand.
Their next meal’s not a wish.
It helps to grasp and understand
They’ve learned the art of fish.

We know, only the fittest thrives
In ways of life and death.
Five full minutes this hunter dives.
Such craft lingers on breath.

No doubt it’s a betting-man’s bet.
Biologists concur.
They will hardly ever get wet
With two layers of fur.

The first is quite impervious.
Nature took special care.
The second is mysterious,
With small bubbles of air.

They say it’s for insulation,
To keep in body heat,
But beyond all speculation,
Otters remain a treat.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, June 1, 2008; 6:00 A.M.)

1249
By Our Deeds

The wise have taught the Human Race
quality thought adorns our space.
The less we know the more the pain. 
A kinder glow will keep us sane.

Go celebrate with gratitude.
We lower hate for higher mood.
Fortune needs fame (power seeks wealth).
The more we blame the worse our health.
Many on-ramps make our highways.
Lighting our lamps scares night away.
This Earth’s a school. Love is Man’s art.
The Golden Rule expands the heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, June 2, 2008; 6:00 A.M.)

1250
Message To Myself (June 4, 2008)

How does love flow? When do hearts smile?
Why do some glow like life’s worthwhile?
What is the goal in living well?
Can Man be whole? Earth’s a hard sell.
Free-will’s our school. Its use creates.
Wise one or fool life compensates.

What are thoughts for? Can fear be kind?
Tomorrow’s war begins with mind.
Who will measure; Darkness and light,
Pain and pleasure, Joy an delight?
We play then pay. Each thought’s a seed
(billions per day). So grows the deed.
Think bad and lose. Plan then, don’t scheme.
Let caution choose. Value your dream.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday, June 4, 2008; 7:16 A.M.)

1251
Learning To Live

Comedy takes the prize,
when I can laugh at me.
No saving-face is wise,
when Man seeks liberty.

That flesh is born to die
most learn quite early on,
yet few will ponder why
mind clings to what is gone.

Can we ever forgive?
Will we ever let go?
Must we always relive
that content and its glow?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, June 7, 2008; 6:08 A.M.)

1252
Message To Myself (June 9, 2008)

Some call it gift, others a curse.
It can uplift or be adverse.
Beyond measure, beyond point sane,
we seek pleasure and avoid pain.

With our first breath it tagged along,
with fear of death we sing our song.
Imbalance thrives at all extremes.
There Man contrives all foolish schemes.
May we discern and live with care.
May we soon learn what heart may share.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, June 9, 2008; 6:13 A.M.)

1253
Crazy About Calories

(The I’ve-Lost-It Diet)

Banana split is life’s great treat.
The pants will fit. Reach for the sweet.
Plump is not fat (surely just round).
That chocolate is safe and sound.
All confection’s not affliction.
(No connection with addiction).

When we require much more each day,
it’s just desire come out to play.
Some call it need, craving will do,
more like a seed than point of view.
Pudding and pie, cookies and cake,
desserts don’t lie. Bellies don’t ache.
Fill up your plate. Forget your woes.
It’s only freight above the toes.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, June 13, 2008; 6:14 A.M.)

1254
What Is It?

It’s a treasure found in a spell.
It gives pleasure on which we dwell.
Call it a thirst that does insist.
Some say it’s first, top of the list.

It dominates the thought of most.
(While God creates men often boast).
It is a need to which we clutch –-
when good, a deed well born of touch.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, June 14, 2008; 7:02 A.M.)

1255
Many Talk. Few Listen.

Create a brain for mind.
Let freedom dance with grace.
Give free-will to Mankind
(then love the Human Race).
Help us get past destroy.
Warm, with Your sun, our joy.

Celebrate with bird song.
Color your start of day.
Let beauty make you strong
throughout the great Earth-play.
Smile with every heart beat.
Make every breath a treat.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, June 16, 2008; 5:44 A.M.)

1256
Feather-Talk

Sure God gave them a song to sing,
to celebrate the turning back.
Man asks what will the dawning bring.
(Their serenade of Light we lack).

With seed scattered upon the ground,
how soon a branch becomes a perch.
They never stop looking around.
Crouching cats condition their search.

Death is the dark side of breakfast.
Rushing’s the vendor of sorrow.
Caution’s the source of their un-fast.
Control is linked to tomorrow.

Awareness helps music to thrive
(not lost in some world war of birds).
Human love would, no doubt, survive,
if we are as prudent with words.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, June 20, 2008; 6:09 A.M.)

1257
Message To Myself (June 20, 2008)

(Imperil-Talk)

Only the calm concur.
Specious is dark’s domain.
The impatient suffer
a self inflicted pain.

Yes. Light conquers darkness.
This we tend to forget.
Fear rules no happiness.
Prudence knows no regret.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, June 20, 2008; 7:15 A.M.)

1258
Message To Myself (June 22, 2008)

It’s quite an adventure
this seeking Greater Light.
Life becomes less obscure,
as dawn replaces night.

Who would ever have thought
that gratitude is key,
that joy, as wisdom taught,
is a shield few can see.

No. Not for everyone.
At least not all at once.
Life times under the sun
evolve even the dunce.

The un-calm specialize
in blocking their long view.
The way is with the wise.
It’s really nothing new.

To end is to begin.
Heartbeats teach life and death.
Think beauty. Go within.
Find God in every breath.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, June 20, 2008; 6:09 A.M.)

1259
The Truth About Phoenix

From November first to April, 
racing fans handicap our track.
Avid stargazers get their fill.
Snow-birds have migrated back.

Our winter golfer celebrates.
The gardener finds it ideal.
The climate simply fascinates.
Phoenix is a treasure for real.

Mid-April to Haloween’s ghost,
we pay our dues for paradise.
Temperatures rise. Flowers toast.
El Dorado has set its price.

Note when the Saguaros have bloomed, 
another spring comes to and end.
The Sonoran will go un-plumed.
Triple-digits will soon attend.

All the snow-birds have taken flight.
Swamp-coolers maintain attendance.
Prudence shops in the cool of night.
Monsoon-dreams call lightning to dance.

June’s the  of the hottest.
July is our time for water.
Humidity and heat will test,
that August will surely concur.

Sunsets can compensate for shock.
(Yes, beauty visits the desert).
Moonlight and iced drinks interlock.
Our Phoenix is an extrovert.

To be flexible at extremes,
like the Papago of old,
Is much easier than it seems.
Weather presides to make us bold.

Be like the snow-bird if you can.
Remember the cold, then adjust.
Start summers with a winter tan.
(With money, migration’s a must).

Yet we have decided to stay.
Their journey is just not our art.
Air conditioning makes our day,
while Phoenix grows firm in our heart.

Snow-bound blizzards are obsolete.
Slush is a thing far in the past.
Truth is, we start to like the heart,
and thus are a tad less aghast.

Swaping extremes helps us discern,
balance is part compliance.
Experience helps us to learn,
it’s safer with less defiance.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, June 28, 2008; 6:27 A.M.)

1260
Message To Myself (June 28, 2008)

World’s await Mankind.
The growing-up will come.
In your heart you will find.
The difference and the sum.

Free-will’s the cause of strife.
Quality choice is prime.
Knowledge will soothe this life.
Wisdom will make it rhyme.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, June 28, 2008; 6:27 A.M.)

1261
Message To Myself (June 30, 2008)

The world is yet to be
Grown-up with all that brings.
It seems a mystery,
yet free-will nubs our wings.

The wise will ever teach
(and the prudent employ)
With God we learn to reach,
with heart, beauty and joy.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, June 30, 2008; 6:04 A.M.)

1262
Message To Myself (July 6, 2008)
(Anthropomorphic Santa?)

A doubter speaks, “Who delivers,
when Old-Red-Cheeks gets the shivers?”

Some lose their joy, then cop a mood,
geered to destroy our attitude.
Perhaps a thief, who took the fifth,
confused belief with joyful myth.
We lose our glow as we deceive,
with lesser show on Christmas Eve.

Life is a school. Transform the storm.
With social tool make winters warm.
It’s not too late (I guarantee).
Go decorate that special tree.
Focus on how (far beyond why).
Your time is now. Go beautify.

Yes, some deploy reward as goal.
Good gets a toy. Bad gets the coal.
Love says “obey”. Caring says “Must”.
Soon myth won’t play from lack of trust.
A two-in-one may work just fine,
but lose the fun and spoil the wine.

That Man may give without complaint,
let Santa live without constraint.
Givings our start. Learn now to share.
Let every heart teach mind to care.
Our Santa treat echoes this theme,
use each heartbeat to dream not scheme.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, July 6, 2008;  A.M.)

1263
Fork-Talk

My shadow’s cast changes each dawn.
The past is past, yet moods go on.
Some thoughts bring shame. Regret runs free,
but none I blame (not even me).
When I reflect on what’s begun,
I would reject one thing well done.

Quick then to act (rushed to conclude),
I’d miss some fact, some rude or crude.
I’d change that now (then if I could).
If I knew how, God knows I would.
Forks in life’s road, who put them there?
No sign or code: “Chooser-Beware”.
Listen to heart (that subtle voice).
Man’s greatest art is prudent choice.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, July 9, 2008; 5:51 A.M.)

1264 
Masonic Invocation
Maker of atoms, stars and mind,
from our hearts, with all our respect,
we brothers, within Human Kind,
we call you, the Great Architect,
to preside over all our days,
that prudent-love may fill our ways.
(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday, July 10, 2008; 7:35 A.M.)
1265 
Human Weather Talk
Summer rains have begun.
Phoenix has its seasons.
Monsoon is clearly one.
Deserts hide their reasons.
God knows their Humankind
(the long misuse of mind).
Day and night, not just noon,
the dry-hot follows May.
July makes up for June.
The rain then has its way.
The mood will be unease.
Nature collects her fees.
Who listens to the wise,
when desire is so strong?
Only hearts can advise
in matters right and wrong.
It would not be so nice,
if no one paid the price.
Prudence has surely taught
(viewed by most as unreal),
The quality of thought
makes living quite ideal.
Beauty is for the sane.
Hard learning invokes pain.
The darkside of our ways
Includes our mental crimes.
We magnetize our days.
Past thoughts make present times.
When will we make amends?
When will Mankind be friends?
(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, July 13, 2008; 6:45 A.M.)

1266
Santa’s Secret Medicine

Santa warms winter days.
Little hearts feel such glow.
Christmas warms winter ways.
This only givers know.
In our un-common sense,
caring makes Earth less tense.

Happiness is supreme –
the goal of Humankind.
Gratitude’s but a dream
(treasure we’ve yet to find).
Holidays have appeal.
They bridge and then reveal.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Tuesday, July 15, 2008; 6:08 A.M.)

1267
Together Forever

To be Human treasure,
in our trash-filled daze,
poems must give pleasure
(and hint of better ways).
Those who attain such art,
write not with words but heart.

For sure it is a pact,
perhaps a silent nod,
where pen and hand exact
the starry smile of God.
What jewels we will find,
as “Man” improves Mankind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, July 16, 2008; 6:38 A.M.)

1268
Santa-Vision

Beyond belief and just because,
I had a dream of Santa Claus.
He lives there in the in-between,
to always give and stay unseen.
Not like Heaven and not like Earth,
his North Pole has a special worth.

It’s a place where helpers go
(never-complainers always glow).
Their auras are their light of day.
Beautiful thinking is their way.
They put great joy in every toy,
and truly love each girl and boy.

In sleep or nap or state of mind,
North Pole’s a thought-form warm and kind.
Santa’s a heart-beat with a smile, 
a pulse that whispers life’s worthwhile,
and grateful living brings delight.
May all dream of Santa tonight.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, July 18, 2008; 7:25 A.M.)

1269
What Santa Really Brings

Little faces with eyes aglow,
colored ribbons and dreamed of toy,
Christmas stockings and mistletoe,
like oxygen we breathe the joy.
Hot chocolate greets candle light.
Our love lives in this house tonight.

Defrosting winter’s solitude,
we decorate and make sublime.
Many will feel our Santa-mood
(and some for the very first time).
Old-Red-Cheeks is a Human art,
where mind takes lessons from the heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona;Sunday, July 20, 2008; 6:12 A.M.)

1270
Poem-Talk (2)

Come, count the joys they bring,
then mark them well worthwhile.
Delight’s the song they sing.
Good hearts prefer to smile.

A medicine for life
(long past root, bark or leaf),
they heal the daily strife,
and reach beyond belief.

Some poems can amaze.
The beauty they contain,
where nuance turns a phrase,
can help the sane stay sane.

Fathom the weighted line.
Meter marries insight.
Charm enchants by design,
that rhyme may sound the light.

The treasures of Mankind
reside in you and me.
Start with heart, end with mind,
then poet you will be.

Come, count the joys they bring,
then mark them well worthwhile.
Delight’s the song they sing.
Good hearts prefer to smile.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, July 23, 2008; 4:07 A.M.)

1271
Beyond All Doubt

For my best start (my inner way),
I ask my heart to warm my day.
For me it brings a special mood,
where silence sings with gratitude.
It adds a glow, perhaps a will,
where I then know not-kind’s a chill.

Sure it’s a gift, at my bequest,
to start and sift, to find the best.
Not-fame. Not-gold. Not-that. Not this.
Not-dark. Not-cold. Not life’s abyss.
Learn to be nice (it’s a treasure).
Melt all your ice. Watch your pleasure.
Not-love’s a frost, quite unfealing.
Not-mind will cost – Man’s un-healing.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, July 25, 2008; 5:05 A.M.)

1272
Hey Santa!

I’m looking for a way
to “brim” without the grim,
where I won’t have to pay
for slipping south of slim.

Turkey’s a tasty treat
(I die for pumpkin pie).
Seems all I do is eat.
My “more” wins over “why”.

Love your holiday mood.
(My smile gives in to grin).
But your holiday food –
why can’t jolly be thin?

Let Pole researchers find
great calories un-round
(dessert for all Mankind),
delicious without pound.

It shouldn’t be too hard,
and sure would be worthwhile,
with waistline not on-guard,
I’d feast in Santa style.

Quite true, it’s just a wish.
I need to say, “Hold-on!”
Smart takes just half a dish.
Santa will soon be gone.

But honest must confess,
and truth is my best start.
Desire loves more than less.
Gourmet is not my art.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, July 28, 2008; 6:42 A.M.)

1273
A Touch of Art

Long did I wait for culture’s play,
to fathom well its subtle way.
Art speaks to me. Dark brings out light.
Line makes eyes move. Depth can invite.
Color will link. Contrast attracts.
Texture I love (too much detracts).
Glazes make flesh as well as mood.
Ideas fill form with attitude.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, July 30, 2008; 4:42 A.M.)

1274
Message to Myself (August 1, 2008)

Poems can praise or just plain tell.
Poems can pose or paint the town.
Unlike the reed played by the wind,
there’s always room for prudent will.
I like beauty to fill my line.
The joy it brings keeps out the low.
The heart-taught mind makes love its gleam
quality means closer to God.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, August 1, 2008; 6:16 A.M.)

1275
Audible

Why does the heart whisper?
Why does it not just shout?
Does it honor freewill?
What’s life really about?

Will we learn to listen?
When will we feel its glow?
Does it guide us with love?
What is it we must know?

How long is the harvest?
Is every thought a seed?
Will what and why teach how?
Can heart fill every deed?

How much do we not hear,
when heart is far from near?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, August 2, 2008; 5:33 A.M.)

1276
Message To Myself (August 4, 2008)

Pleasure rules from the throne of art.
Beauty invokes the joy of life.
It is a law extant in heart.
Dark thoughts paint ugliness and strife.

History (truth be known) can teach.
The canvas of our tomorrow
shapes response from line of reach.
Grey is the color or sorrow.

Future speaks more timid than past.
Soft it breathes, with the subtle bind.
Decisive confidence roams vast.
The only void is in Man’s mind.

Quality thought, always the choice,
where Humankind desires to grow,
is cornerstone by inner voice.
By no other does Johnny grow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, August 4, 2008; 4:35 A.M.)

1277
When The Ink Dries

Will the last poem add to art?
Will the meter and pulse be one?
Will the theme be prudent with heart?
Will it glow with the warmth of sun?
Will rhyme ring joy from every page?
Will its subtle echo be sage?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, August 4, 2008; 5:20 A.M.)

1277A
Message To Myself (August 6, 2008)

What is great in Mankind?
Not conquest, fame or wealth,
Not selfish or unkind,
These all disrupt our health.

When Man aspires to grow,
Elegance lights our day.
Mind focus starts that glow.
Our virtues pave our way.

I listen to Mozart
For nourishment and grace,
But only God and heart
Uplift the Human Race.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, August 6, 2008; 7:29 A.M.)

1278
New Moons Are Just For Day

Space travelers well know
what makes the red of Mars,
the sun’s magnetic glow,
the dark between the stars.

They sense the primal worth,
sacred beyond the tomb,
where nebulas give birth,
new stars delight the womb.

It all seems so immense,
that God should strike a spark,
to jar our common sense
so far from leaf and bark.

Quite quickly we discern,
as we extend our reach,
but do we want to learn
what Milky Way may teach?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, August 8, 2008; 6:38 A.M.)

1279
Message To Myself (August 10, 2008)

It starts within the mind.
We justify desire,
with selfish thought un-kind,
then strike the meanest fire.

Nuclear physics grew,
from subtle to great pain.
In calm rendezvous
virtues conquer the vain.

In this we all take part
(exempt no one for pay).
The battlefield is heart.
The time is everyday.

“I” dies that “we” may live.
Man’s better for the fight.
To plunder not but give,
may smiles reflect that light.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, August 10, 2008; 6:23 A.M.)

1280
The No-See-Ems
(Undiscernable)

It won’t be taste or feel,
that tells us they are there.
For sure they’re no less real,
if we just plain don’t care.

They could be quite immense,
or smaller than the small.
They’re outside common sense,
yet they affect us all.

They play in our routine,
beyond sound, smell or sight.
Such influence ungreen
can temper with delight.

This mention’s not to scare,
or bring on early grey,
but simply now to share,
that prudence be our way.

Through all the things we face,
perceived and unperceived,
let it be writ in space,
that we lived undeceived.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, August 13, 2008; 6:55 A.M.)

1281
Message To Myself (August 16, 2008)

The joy of love is bright.
Smart leaves crude thoughts behind.
(Cruel is not of Light).
The sane tend to be kind.

We sort, sift and measure
to wallow in self gain.
The dark sde of pleasure
awakens Man to pain.

The closer to what’s real,
the less there is to doubt.
Adjusting our ideal
is what life’s all about.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, August 16, 2008; 6:45 A.M.)

1282
Santa’s For Grown-Ups

Of things celebrated
that help along the way,
the most decorated
is Santa and his sleigh.

In learning hearts to fly,
we gave him no small part,
to ride our inner sky,
and share his joyful art.

Old-Red-Cheeks knows what’s right.
The rest’s not worth a thought.
He brings a brighter light,
that children be well taught.

He’s consistent and fair,
in cold, rain, heat or snow.
He warms Mankind with care
(all smiling hearts can glow).

His home’s not on the map,
for him there’s no zip code.
He’s sure a friendly chap,
no matter what his load.

Christmas is well worthwhile.
Giving’s within our reach.
(It’s not just kids that smile).
Santa has much to teach.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday, August 22, 2008; 6:06 A.M.)

1283
Will We Ever Know?

How many go unseen?
Does anyone or thing survive?
Let’s hope it’s not routine,
and we have time to learn to thrive.

Yes thoughts now stray afar.
Some galaxies for sure collide.
What happens to each star?
Will people find a place to hide?

Is it poor decision,
somewhere in Galactic Control,
that brings such collision
(with none to contact and console)?

Is it romance at play,
perhaps a Cosmic Love event?
Is it free-will’s display,
a tell-tale clue of youth misspent?

Will there be a mixing,
or do suns bump and then explode?
Will there be a fixing?
Do God’s Laws cover their zip-code?

Things tend to get unwise,
beyond a joust of Mars and Thor.
With Heaven as the prize,
let’s hope it’s not galactic war.

They may be gone by now.
Light’s often the only remain.
This failure to endow,
much like regret, brings Human pain.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday, August 29, 2008; 5:54 A.M.)

1284
The Hubble Deep Field

Near the North Star, you know the place.
Above where cup meets grip,
Big Dipper aligns deepest space,
A photographic trip.

It’s orbital camera art.
One hundred hours all told.
Fifteen hundred shining, impart,
a story glowing bold.

Quite uncluttered is what we sought,
yet galaxies were found,
far beyond what science had taught,
or ever dared expound.

Are they born, these cities of light?
My heart wants to applaud,
that stellar wombs can hold such might,
to give a glimpse of God.

May well we pause for gratitude
(our “Me-First” spoils the show).
All vanity proves less than crude,
the farther out we go.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, September 1, 2008; 5:27 A.M.)

1285
My Redefinition Of Big

Two hundred billion suns, they say.
Now that’s a lot of light.
More call it home, this Milky Way,
as we transcend our night.

How did our spiral start it’s spin?
Why do we turn so slow?
We’re some three thousand light-years thin.
Surely there’s room to grow.

Two hundred million years of Man,
for one revolution.
Hardly time for a decent tan
in star evolution.

One hundred thousand light-years wide,
diameters contain,
a lot of space for God to hide,
‘til prudence guides the sane.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday, September 4, 2008; 7:23 A.M.)

1286
Thought-Talk (3)

Will it bring joy? Will it be wise?
Will it destroy or humanize?
Rather than teach, I would have taught.
Beyond our reach extends our thought.
Yet that’s just part (a tad to know).
There must be heart for Man to grow.
There must be dreams, devoid of schemes.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, September 6, 2008; 5:11 A.M.)

1287
Born Again?

Two heart cells, at the touch,
at first it wasn’t much.
God then gave me a treat,
when Smaller stopped its beat.

Sure it gave up the ghost
(dead as an old fence post).
Yet Smaller restarted
(gone but not departed).

They beat now one and same.
Had Larger staked a claim?
Perhaps, far beyond win,
Large let Smaller tune-in.

Was it a Law of Heart
(that unifying part),
Where Smaller must align,
to reach the goal Divine?

Someday we may know why
all heart cells must comply.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, September 10, 2008; 6:55 A.M.)

1288
Message To Myself (September 12, 2008)

Humanity has charms,
but sure as there is greed,
to feed the call to arms,
ignorance plants its seed.

The serenade of birds
often gets stomped in mud.
The willful wound with words,
then paragraph in blood.

Balance is elusive,
and pain lives at extremes.
The more that we forgive,
night-mares become sweet-dreams.

Not-love is home for mind.
It infiltrates our art.
The story of Mankind
spells out our need for heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, September 12, 2008; 5:58 A.M.)

1289
Choice And Effect

The conversation’s ultra light
(no calories what-so-ever).
All trust, it seems, had taken flight.
The price of being quite clever.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, September 12, 2008; 6:12 A.M.)

1290
Message To Myself (September 13, 2008)

Each choice is deed. Watch what you will.
Each thought’s a seed (you know the drill).
All our extremes poison our dreams.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, September 13, 2008; 5:49 A.M.)

1291
Thank You (3)

Thank You for breath, for life not death.
Thank You for heart, Your greatest art.
Thank you for sun, for all You’ve done.
Thank You for mind, that we may find,
our joyful goal. Thank You for Soul.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, September 14, 2008; 6:02 A.M.)

1292
Simple Is Best (1)

My search for why has brought me style.
I now apply a knowing smile.
How did I live? What did I earn?
How did I give? What did I learn?

Response to life put me in-play.
With calm and strife I filled my day.
The mind must know, simple is best.
The heart must glow to pass Earth’s test.
Yes. I seek more and go within,
where I’ll explore a joyful grin.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday, September 18, 2008; 5:09 A.M.)

1293
Where Do They Come From, And Why?

Was it response to worldly deed?
Was it our wants, or was it need?
When does feeling become a mood,
then on to live as attitude?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, September 19, 2008; 6:21 A.M.)

1294
Service-Talk

Better than I was yesterday,
that is my goal for everyday;
better at choosing what to learn,
and understanding what I earn.
Better at knowing where to start,
better at helping from the heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, September 19, 2008; 5:30 A.M.)

1295
Things Within Things

From gas to star, heaven gives birth.
Sure near or far we find great worth.
Things within things (waiting inside),
when virtue sings, knowledge won’t hide.
The mind needs heart, like leaf needs sun.
Limit God’s art, and life’s no fun.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, September 20, 2008; 9:59 A.M.)

1296
Message To Myself (September 22, 2008)

It may seem odd (a test unkind),
this mix of God, body and mind.
Life’s about heart (no sun-no fun).
Love is Soul-smart. The goal is one.
We’re born to choose, prudence or sins.
Be crude and lose. Quality wins.
Know this and show, that hearts can glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, September 22, 2008; 5:56 A.M.)

1297
Eat-Talk

They say now’s wish is future’s theme,
a special dish from special dream.
If so I’m due far lighter freight.
(My point of view is far less weight).
May science find a non-fat waist,
one that is kind to all our taste.

This D.N.A. could be a start.
A trim today would look quite smart.
It would be sweet (a great begin),
if we could eat our way to slim.
Sure each deserves that joyful mood.
Now let’s talk real. Balance is best.
Honor the deal. This Earth’s a test.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, September 27, 2008; 6:57 A.M.)

1298
Goal-Talk

Tomorrows live in today’s choice.
Who will forgive? Who will rejoice?
Quality glows. Kindness will share.
Caution well knows the prudent care.
Vanity veils truth (all or part).
Fear ever fails to serve with heart.
Earth takes its toll. Love makes us whole.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, September 29, 2008; 5:30 A.M.)

1299
Thought-Talk (4)

Twenty nine bones atop my spine,
this skull enthrones this brain of mine.
There I may find (as some so tell),
the crown of mind, where my thoughts dwell.
Are they born there, cerebral grown?
Do we ensnare, then call our own?

What makes one smart, or dull or slow?
How do they start? How do they flow?
Hidden it seems, until that day,
when all Man’s dreams reflect God’s way.
It’s all been told. This Earth’s a test.
(Careful with cold, uncaring zest).
Heartbeats contain a warming smile.
Beauty is sane. Joy is worthwhile.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, October 5, 2008; 6:10 A.M.)

1300
Tolerate Don’t Hollerate

Life is a test the un-lost find.
Balance is best for all Mankind.
Keep this in sight, for Human wealth.
Heavy and light are tools for health.
Humor is smart (discern and know).
A life with heart helps love to flow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Tuesday, October 7, 2008; 5:09 A.M.)

1301
Message To Myself (October 11, 2008)

History shows bad-will can blind.
Good kills, yet knows; so grows Mankind.
Feeling and thought defy all cure,
there should and ought draw blood for sure.
Mind without heart, what horrors done.
All end games start, before move one.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, October 11, 2008; 5:52 A.M.)

1302
Message To Myself (October 17, 2008)

Sure the world is ideal as seen by God,
but from Man’s view of real life seems quite odd.
We’re free to be unfair, design self gain,
to have and just not care, then spread that pain.

When wanting bags it’s kill, and knows not joy,
there love reminds the will, share don’t destroy.
Ever grateful is smart to beautify,
that next beat of my heart no gold can buy.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, October 17, 2008; 6:10 A.M.)

1303
Message To Myself (October 19, 2008)

There in the in-between
(almost and surely not yet),
prudence and love convene
to head-off Man’s regret.

In our not-knowingness,
mistakes are more than real.
Their offspring make a mess
(add desire, fear and zeal).

Discernment is the goal.
Without it life is pain.
Misery takes its toll.
Quality’s for the sane.
God made the world but once.
We make it every day.
Be careful with affronts,
and what you put in-play.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, October 19, 2008; 6:23 A.M.)

1304
Gas And Dust

For most it seems quite odd,
that spirals live in space,
as thoughts unseen from God
Poised to share their grace.

Thousands of light-years wide,
star-lit and moving fast,
sure they no longer hide.
Some scopes see far and vast.

We must have passed a test,
that allows greater view,
beyond our solar-nest,
where ageless is now new.

Is it invitation,
or glimpse to humble Man?
Time for exploration
(for Human plot and plan).

It matters not who finds,
we’ll bring our every flaw
(desires and fearful binds),
then follow up with war.

At least that’s what we’ve done
to get us where we are.
Perhaps we’ll change, bar none,
in caravans afar.

Yet habits have their way
in making future flow.
They’re part of our great play.
The good help love to glow.

If ever time was near,
where heart must teach the mind,
know now our light’s more dear
than all of space combined.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday, October 23, 2008; 4:54 A.M.)

1305
I Pause For Santa Claus

I pause for Santa Claus,
and honor such a mood,
that warns of nasty flaws
and thoughts that make us crude.

Giving is more than smart.
It’s healthy far and wide.
The smallest touch of heart
can melt our Human pride.

Whoever gave him life,
we should give thanks today.
He lessens Earthly strife,
and helps us find our way.

Old-Red-Cheeks is worthwhile.
In joy do we transcend.
Merry knows how to smile.
Santa’s a life long friend.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, October 25, 2008; 6:40 A.M.)

1306
The Way Of Love

Life is ablaze with less and much,
but just a phase, when two Souls touch.
Filled with delight, and worldly blind,
that flood of Light dazzles the mind.
A glimpse for two, where heart must lead,
a higher view with higher deed.
God planned it so, that Man may glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, October 26, 2008; 8:11 A.M.)

1307
Restriction By Design

God sets the stage. We write our play,
in every age, in every way.
Six grows from five. Don’t look for more.
With these survive. With these explore.
We must discern and strive to grow.
It’s ours to learn how love may flow.
See what exists. The mist is dense.
Earning consists of trial by sense.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Tuesday, October 17, 2008; 6:33 A.M.)

1308
Message To Myself (October 29, 2008)

Earth is a school. Life is a test.
Choice is the tool in our space-nest.
Discern and know. Learn what is right.
Gather and glow. We earn our Light.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, October 29, 2008; 8:10 A.M.)

1309
Seeker Of Light

Call me rookie, or neophyte,
or just trainee. I search for Light.
In work or play, in book, or deed,
searching’s my way. Learning’s my  need.
And yet I find that’s just the start.
I must train mind to search with heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, October 31, 2008; 5:22 A.M.)

1310
250 million years

One orbit of our sun
around our Milky Way.
Star-gazing can be fun.
Some numbers stick and stay.

What’s that in hugs per week,
petals from flowers,
in hopeful goals we seek,
or loving thoughts per hour?

How will Mankind have grown, 
in one galactic trip?
What seeds will we have sown,
in Earthly stewardship?

Will attitudes still kill?
How must we then destroy?
Can heart become our skill?
Will Santa yet bring joy?

How will we think of death?
Will God still blaze our trail?
Anxious for our next breath,
will gratitude prevail?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, November 1, 2008; 6:04 A.M.)

1311
Old-Red-Cheeks

Of all the tales that Man has told,
just one prevails that’s solid gold.
Never the night has seen its mark.
Giving’s a light beyond all dark.
Santa in mind gives youth a start,
that age may find Santa in heart.
Fly well, old friend, above Earth schemes. 
Help us ascend to higher dreams.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, November 2, 2008; 9:37 A.M.)

1312
Jesus

We sense it’s real, make it our own –
so many feel the love you’ve sown.
Yes. It’s tested, with un-delight,
love invested reaps warm insight.
Yours is quite rare (that touch of God).
So few can share what hearts applaud.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, November 3, 2008; 6:21 A.M.)

1313
Long Eyes (2)

Orbital scopes now show,
there in the dust un-sung,
in infrared’s far glow,
nebulas hide their young.

What predator would poach?
What would have such a need?
Who would dare to encroach,
for power, fame or greed?

Some things He fortifies,
until free-wills mature,
And then no longer hides
the Pathway and the cure.

Star-birth is not so rare.
Let this not but delight,
as we extend our care,
beyond the dark of night.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday, November 6, 2008; 9:05 A.M.)

1314
God Has A Lot To Tell

The not-vain know it well.
Learning can be immense.
God has a lot to tell
(beyond what we can sense).

Free-will gives ways to grow.
Our task is to refine,
while He has us in tow,
Limited by design.

So dangerous. Such skill,
when “I-Want” takes the stage.
So many ways to kill,
before we come of age.

Our learning to behave
is spurred on by much pain.
Virtues are for the brave,
acquired by the sane.

Really. What would we do,
if freed before the goal?
Unlimited in view,
our flaws would take their toll.

The not-vain know it well.
Learning can be immense.
God has a lot to tell
(beyond what we can sense).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, November 8, 2008; 7:13 A.M.)

1315
Willing To Learn

Willing to learn brings much less pain.
May we discern what makes us sane.
Willing to learn is more than smart.
May we discern with mind and heart.
Willing to learn will civilize.
May we discern how to be wise.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, November 11, 2008; 7:13 A.M.)

1316
The Not-Light

They fill their nasty schemes,
and actions of not-heart,
with darkness from their dreams.
Not-love is just not-smart.

Their thought informs the deed,
and thus invites their pain.
As hate becomes their need,
they all go quite insane.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, November 10, 2008; 5:35 A.M.)

1317
Message To Myself (November 10, 2008)

Man is on probation.
Of this most surely know.
By all indication,
we’re just a tad too slow.

A tad un-done with crime,
anger, greed and power,
perhaps it’s task not time
(by the job not the hour).

The secret of the sane
is love prudently spent,
but Man awaits much pain
(our dues for low intent).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, November 11, 2008; 4:18 A.M.)

1318. 
Hearts Know Well

With time to spare we look for fun.
We dare and care around our sun.
Some look afar with great delight.
(Beyond our star, God paints with light).

Orbital reach. Spirals galore.
Nature must teach. Man must explore.
Nebulas nurse and hide star young,
to then disburse what love’s begun.
Minds may impede, but hearts well know,
love is a seed that all can grow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, November 14, 2008; 6:19 A.M.)

1319
Cherish Is The Attitude

From caves and tents and huts,
to cities of today,
the Me-Firsts, yets and buts
battle to have their way.

While we discern what’s right,
old habits live anew,
persuade, argue and fight,
then kill for points of view.

To crystallize from coal,
diamonds thrive on pressure.
Earth time is not the goal.
Beauty is the measure.

Giving is well worthwhile.
Delight is life’s “must-know”.
Heart teaches mind to smile.
God teaches Man to glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, November 17, 2008; 5:32 A.M.)

1320
Give-Talk

Givers quickly discern
(to give is thus to know),
a lesson all may learn:
that warmth before the glow
is worth more than Earth’s gold.
Giving never gets old.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Tuesday, November 18, 2008; 5:00 A.M.)

1321
Pre-Flight

A soft persuade, more song than sound
(a serenade for peace profound),
some think it odd the way they pray.
Birds re-applaud their God each day.
Respect for Light learns with delight.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Tuesday, between November 19, 2008 and November 23,2008)

1322
Beyond-Talk

It’s a moment before the fact,
subtle intent colors the act.
Nature provides this pink prelude,
as sun presides in Man’s etude.
Each dawn can teach the ageless art,
within the reach of every heart.
Let us delight in pastel clues,
within one Light are many hues.

Why do they hide? We may well ask.
What is inside (behind the mask)?
Could there be more, that we don’t see?
(Door behind door, passed by degree).
Let us delight in pastel clues,
within one Light are many hues.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, November 24, 2008; 6:13A.M.)

1323
Santa-Talk (2)

From kindness flows the Santa Art.
Old-Red-Cheeks knows we grow through heart.
From red and green thoughts travel far,
to manger scene, and glowing star.
Warm thoughts delight (cold chills the mind).
Love is the Light for all Mankind.
Christmas is real. Giving provides.
Check how you feel when God presides.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday, November 27, 2008; 8:25 A.M. Thanksgiving Day)

1324
Christmas Is Real

Tinsel and lights, with topping star,
Christmas delights hearts near and far.
Delicious food and mistletoe,
warm is the mood, bright is the glow.
Santa will bring those special gifts.
Carolers sing. Laughter uplifts.
That’s how we feel. Christmas is real.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, November 29, 2008; 6:40 A.M. 

1325
Message To Myself (November 30, 2008)

When mind hears heart our sun will rise.
That’s when we start becoming wise.
Clever and kind’s most daring seed
will warm Mankind’s most growing need.
Not sun but star shines when we know
care near and far sets hearts aglow.
So listen well, and make your mark. 
Love will dispel. Light up the dark.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, November 30, 2008; 5:53 A.M. 

1326
Today

Perhaps it’s just a dream
still looking for a star,
or glimpse of love, agleam,
with answer from afar,
but I wish for today,
a special point of view,
to see the good at play
in all I think and do,
to feel that caring art
so skillful, warm and kind,
which dwells in every heart,
as hope for Humankind,
to hear joyful laughter
(the music of Man’s Soul),
to know ever after
that God is Man’s best goal.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Tuesday, December 2, 2008; 6:27 A.M. 

1327
Message To Myself (December 3, 2008)

The quality of thought
learns from a painful rule.
To live is to be taught.
Earth is a crusty school.

To grow means to detect,
to lay that flaw quite bare.
This striving to perfect
takes courage beyond dare.
Our laughter saves the day,
most surely at those seeds
we sowed along the way,
that turned out to be weeds.
Living becomes worthwhile,
when learners learn to smile.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Tuesday, December 2, 2008; 6:27 A.M. 

1328
Galactic Smile

It is a good will find.
Negative sees it not.
The spirit of Mankind
welcomes beautiful thought.
Such beauty leads to joy
(brings a galactic smile),
where we can then employ
An “altitude” worthwhile.
Sure most are unaware
we’re tested everyday
(from gross to subtle care),
the joyless lose their way.
All this is nothing new.
Be wise with points of view.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, December 6, 2008; 5:59 A.M. 

1329
Thank You For Our Next Breath

Thanks You don’t need, and yet we must.
Thought is a seed, a sacred trust.
Colored with heart, life becomes art.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, December 7, 2008; 5:56 A.M. 

1330
Message To Myself (December 9, 2008)

They can depress, or can uplift.
Watch them enslave, or set us free.
Know that free-will is our great gift,
And our responsibility.

The responses of Humankind
Quite create the world condition.
Look “Oh” so close, and you will find
Man’s own personal rendition.

We could do better (or far worse),
As we mature our rude and crude.
God created this universe,
But Humanity gave it mood.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Tuesday, December 9, 2008; 6:27 A.M. 

1331
Gift-Talk

Love is science and art.
Apply it if you can.
This wisdom of the heart
Is God’s great gift to Man.
We’ve learned to warm the mind,
When caring becomes kind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, December 10, 2008; 6:26 A.M. )

1332 
Looking For My Toes

Sure it’s a lying scale.
It’s reading in the why.
My prudence can’t prevail,
with sweet potato pie.

I eat a tad too much.
That’s harder to conceal.
Can’t resist cakes and such,
and love a hearty meal.

All right, I’m overweight.
I’m on the heavy side.
I’m hauling too much freight.
My calories collide.

Don’t tell me what I know
(seduced by appetite).
Banana splits must go
(but that don’t make it right).

Lord help me say, “I don’t”,
that I may be quite trim,
far beyond-no to “won’t”,
where too much turns to slim.

Not just in pleasant dreams
is truth a gift to reach.
Much pain lives at extremes,
and Earth has much to teach.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday, December 11, 2008; 9:15 A.M.) 

1333
Message To Myself (December 13, 2008)

We don’t teach it in schools.
Balance is life’s great art.
Not many know its rules,
and fewer work with heart.
How much is just too-much?
How much is not enough?
Don’t want the Midas touch,
yet dirt-poor is too rough.
Extremes hold only pain. 
They start with points of view.
Unkind leads to un-sane.
Let love guide all you do.
Remember thoughts are seeds.
Go plant good deeds not weeds.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, December 13, 2008; 5:27 A.M.)

1334
Message To Myself (December 15, 2008) 

Earth sets each Soul adrift,
in tune with when and why.
Outliving is a gift
(a practice in goodbye),
beyond what may seem real,
beyond how we may feel.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, December 15, 2008; 5:48 A.M.)

1335
Weight-Talk (2)

My over-do is over-done.
That point of view has had its fun.
Now pants are tight. Can’t see my feet.
Scale says, “Not right. Watch what you eat!”
Response affects a some-times will.
Reason defects. Mouths over-fill.
May all well know the “sin” of taste
puts on a show around the waist.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, December 17, 2008; 6:32 A.M.)

1336
The Healing Poem

Bad attitudes, most all well know,
are rudes and crudes that dim our glow.
Know and applaud (in whole and part),
beauty and God live in your heart.

Vain is insane. It plants bad seeds.
Me-First is pain, that darkens deeds.
Know and applaud (in whole and part),
beauty and God live in your heart.

Thought without Light (cruel and cold),
make un-delight glitter like gold.
Know and applaud (in whole and part),
beauty and God live in your heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday, December 18, 2008; 6:22 A.M.)

1337
Time-Talk (3)

O Many times before
The years have heard my song.
Perhaps there’s many more,
before I’ve stayed too long.

Time was, at first, the thing,
but life’s had much to say.
Without breath we can’t sing.
My goal’s to help today.

In ways most surely small,
and unknown, without scheme,
learning to care for all
Is now my only dream.

God help me grow in heart,
and then expand my mind,
that I may play my part,
in ways prudent and kind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, December 19, 2008; 6:19 A.M.)

1338
Can’t And Can

If I could plant a useful deed,
“Watch-out for can’t”, would be my seed.
Can’t makes no start. It goes nowhere.
It plays no part. It takes no dare.
Yet it contains the hope of Man,
for he attains who thinks, “I can.”

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, December 20, 2008; 6:09 A.M.)

1339
Message To Myself (December 22, 2008)

Life’s a search. Find what’s real.
For some that seems quite odd.
How we think’s how we feel.
Heart is the home of God.
Human-Temples exude
A growing gratitude.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, December 22, 2008; 5:44 A.M.)

1340
Warm-Talk (1)

Where snow melts into grass,
the rocks are seen once more.
Pond ice, now looking glass –
Nature’s never a bore.

The yellow daffodils
greet their purple spring friends.
The sun rise over hills
knows winter always ends.

Renewal starts our play
(for most a welcome scene).
Growth walks a warming way,
followed by leafing green.

Some fall back on belief,
and praise our Author’s song.
Some seek comic relief,
as life starts to get long.

Sure to learn to be taught
is quite an altitude.
This school of should and ought
knows all our rude and crude.

Free-will owns all mistakes.
No Human lives un-knurled.
Sow less of pain and aches.
Weed self and weed the world.

Cherish beautiful seeds.
Their joy, makes strong, our health.
Which thoughts become our deeds,
makes choice the source of wealth.

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday, December 25, 2008; 6:15 A.M.)

1341
Freemasonry Forever

Only the most sincere
accept their point of view.
(George Washington knelt here,
Kipling and Franklin too).

On God they all agree,
but more so in their heart,
through promise and degree,
brotherhood is their art.

Masons have perspective
on esoteric things.
Some get quite reflective
on symbols worn on rings.

Their compasses can teach
a wisdom well worthwhile,
(that touch beyond all reach)
that brings an inner smile.

Charity is their way.
Benevolence is right.
Giving is how they say,
“Helping is our delight.”

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, December 28, 2008; 6:18 A.M.)

1342.
Does God Read The Headlines?

War in the Middle East!
Today the Market Fell!
He acted like a beast!
Bad news will always sell.

Good news is last year’s toy.
It may just catch the eye.
Fear grabs us more than joy.
Our learning’s in the why.

Discernment is our worth.
Good is the place to start.
On High as well as Earth,
“Beauty’s the realm of heart.”

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Tuesday, December 30, 2008; 5:18 A.M.)

1343.
Message To Myself (January 1, 2009)

Free-will’s a gift quite pure.
Its use spins out our days.
(to harm, as well as, cure).
Choices become our ways.

Godless decisions add
our chaos to the sauce.
Overcooked, crazed or sad,
we eat what should be dross.

Attach is what we do.
We kill for our ideas.
We plot our points of view,
and simmer in our fears.

Yet still some learn to grow,
beyond that love-less art,
where kindness gets to flow,
as mind hears well the heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday, January 1, 2009; 7:16 A.M.)

1344
My New Year’s Resolution (January 1, 2009)

For sure I’ll eat much less.
One day per week, I’ll fast.
For sure I’ll cause less stress.
This time my weight won’t last.
I’m far beyond sweet themes.
It’s time to trim extremes.

“It takes revolution
to end my heavy days.”
(Any resolution
to change my eating ways.)
Whence comes those sliming schemes?
(Where else but thinning dreams?)

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, January 3, 2009; 7:15 A.M.)

1345   
Perception Is Reality?

He lives and plays you’ll find,
as long as Man seeks light,
in moon as well as mind,
to serve as our delight.

There in the Sea of Rains,
a stepping stone to star,
he cheers and then complains,
we’re close yet feel quite far.

Shadows from shapes can play.
Who knows what may transpire.
Reflection points the way
as thought becomes desire.

He needs us here not there.
His freedom’s not to be.
Our health is his first care.
He lives as long as we.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, January 25, 2009; 6:09 A.M.)

1346	
Who Am I?

In much of my entire
(deluded by desire),
mistakes have multiplied
no matter how I tried.

I look and may not see.
Error free’s not for me.
And yes I get upset.
My calm is not quite yet.

Forgive my crude and rude,
when I become unglued.
I guarantee you this,
I aim but sometimes miss.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, January 26, 2009; 6:09 A.M.)

1347	
The Santa Kid

A Santa-scope (a not-young need),
May spot a hope in thought and deed.
Love is that lens. It gathers light.
Caring transcends to great delight.
Focus afar, or focus near,
a birth of star is just as dear.
Let can’t be could. Let heart well teach.
Let all who would learn how to reach.
Old-Red-Cheeks glows for not a few.
Giving bestows, beyond outgrew.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, January 28, 2009; 6:26 A.M.)

1348	
Thank You For The Stars

When Man looks up at night,
And sees the lights afar,
Our feelings of delight
Could color every star.

When we add gratitude
(and then feel o-so-small),
God enters such a mood
And strengthens one and all.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, January 30, 2009; 6:12 A.M.)

1349
Memory-Talk

I’m not among the few.
Many share my regret.
It’s not a point of view.
We learn and then forget.

Forgetting is not free.
It guarantees much pain.
Age is humility.
Quality’s for the sane.

Star-far, some lessons seem.
Are they lost by design?
Can we regain by dream?
Discernment helps refine.

Is it merciful art,
for what’s yet to be earned,
that mind relies on heart
to process all we’ve learned?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, February 2, 2009; 6:16 A.M.)

1350
Message To Myself (February 3, 2009)

Some say it’s how it ends,
but there they fabricate.
It’s how a man intends
that determines his fate.

Some speak o-so-clever
(losers hope for a draw),
arguing forever,
as if debate were law.

We all have much to learn
(some think the good are odd).
Look close and thus discern.
Know well the Laws of God.

The wise have always taught,
free-will’s no accident,
and quality of thought
goes far to cleanse intent.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Tuesday, February 3, 2009; 6:27 A.M.)

1351
Message To Myself (February 10, 2009)

Bird songs at dawn. The flutter-by.
That rose now gone. What, becomes why.
Want exchanges. Response makes play.
Who arranges our D.N.A.?
The wise rejoice. Godless is chance.
The Source of choice embraced romance.
May we well know the way to Soul,
that hearts may glow. Love is the goal.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Tuesday, February 10, 2009; 6:25 A.M.)

1352
Forgive and Live

Surely you’ve heard, during your stay,
a kinder word may smooth the way.
Think-twice advice can make life sane.
Peace has its price. The vain court pain.
Better’s the glow (and time well spent),
when love can flow through smile well meant.
Mind knows its part in making friends,
but only heart can make amends.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, February 13, 2009; 7:20 A.M.)

1353
Message To Myself (February 18, 2009)

Unite comes before unity.
Its not just alphabetical.
Call it mutual-sympathy,
but not just hypothetical.

When combine comes before combined,
the good strive to meet as a whole.
Experience will ever find,
the Godless know never this goal.

Discernment is Man’s greatest art
(none suffer from beautiful thought).
Where harmony lives in the heart,
there teach labored long before taught.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, February 18, 2009; 6:08 A.M.)

1354
You Know It’s True

Love’s earned that smile, which brightens mood.
Love knows worthwhile from attitude.
Love fills spaces and makes repairs.
Love embraces a world that cares.
May heart make whole. May mind delight.
Love is the goal – our, “Crown of Light”.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, February 22, 2009; 6:18 A.M.)

1355
The Why Of When

Man’s great journey, in whole or part
(from me to we), starts with the heart.
From take to earn, pleasure and pain
help us discern what is humane.

From teach to taught, from glow to fire,
quality thought lives to inspire.
Kindness will flow and spirit nod.
We grow to know the love of God.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Tuesday, February 24, 2009; 6:20 A.M.)

1356
Born To Choose

“Forget-me-not, for I have wings.”
Long have we taught thoughts become things.
Will we create? Will we destroy?
Will we sow hate? Will we sow joy?

Will we decree without review?
Quality’s key in all we do.
“Forget-me-not, for I have wings.”
Long have we taught thoughts become things.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Thursday, February 26, 2009; 7:14 A.M.)

1357
Angular Velocity And The Equator
(1038 miles per hour)

Stand with much speed at Earth’s great girth.
Motion indeed, with sultry mirth.
Stand with least spin, at either pole.
Learn with a grin (don’t chill the Soul).

Locations hold a special glow,
a local gold that helps Man grow.
Velocity affects Man’s mood
(Viscosity with latitude).
Rotation plays a subtle part.
We live its ways on mind and heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, March 11, 2009; 7:47 A.M.)

1358
The Light Within

Mind knows that heart can teach,
That happiness can flow.
It’s well within our reach,
To grasp it now and glow.

A great searching will find,
The wise have always taught,
Delight for all Mankind
Lies in quality thought.

There pleasure’s the measure
(great joy beyond what’s told),
Where beauty’s the treasure,
And peace of mind is gold.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Monday, March 16, 2009; 6:12 A.M.)

1359. 
The Way Of Complimentary Colors

The palette of the eye
can warm the coldest view.
Heart guides beyond the why.
Orange compliments blue.

The subtlety of kind
makes a colorful act.
They pleasure well the mind.
(Surely a useful fact.)

Their nearness makes a glow.
Their mixing makes a grey.
Purple favors yellow.
Compliments have their way.

Beautiful thinking seeds
the calming of Man’s scene.
Compose the future’s needs.
All reds compliment green.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Friday, March 20, 2009; 5:55 A.M.)

1360
With Added Light

Now this I know, beyond a doubt.
The rain will show seeds love to sprout.
Seed-leaves then need light to change form.
The Earth will feed. The Sun will warm.

I too will grow in Nature’s art.
My mind will glow from warmth of heart.
Through work and play my lessons shine.
Earth is the way that I refine.

I am a seed, a drop of Soul.
With all due speed God is my goal.
But there’s much more. I live to find
love won’t ignore all Humankind.
With added Light to see what’s real,
I earn the right to help and heal.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, March 25, 2009; 5:54 A.M.)

1361
The Almost Greatest Fact Of Life

We search without, but find within.
We spread our doubt, but hope to win.
Mind gives us tools, to play our part,
but only fools exclude the heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, March 27, 2009; 6:00 A.M.)

A Message For Us All

The Great Architect
Designed the sun:
To warm the Earth;
To light the eye;
To feed the leaf,
Which feeds me.

Photosynthesize.

Make beautiful thinking your art.
Feed each hungry mind.
Be grateful
for your next breath.
Celebrate your heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, March 28, 2009; 6:25 A.M.)

1363 
The Jewel In My Heart

Can love exist without it?
Could mind learn charity?
Would conscience have a voice?
Would beauty survive?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, March 29, 2009; 6:13 A.M.)

1364
Calm-Talk

Sometimes life goes quite fast.
Sometimes life goes quite slow.
Not speed, but calm will last,
regardless of the flow.

Calm remembers to pray,
to listen to the heart,
to serve in every way,
to honor Nature’s art.

Calm rejects heavy mood.
Self made clouds block our fun.
Calm avoids rude and crude.
Light shares the warmth of sun.

Calm helps to comprehend
The value of a friend.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Saturday, April 4, 2009; 5:43 A.M.)

1365
Flower-Talk (1)

With breeze, they wave sun bright.
Most respond with a smile.
Flowers can bring delight.
Some cure beyond worthwhile.

They comfort Humankind.
Their fragrance fills our space,
To heal the work of mind,
With elegance and grace.

In color, form and line,
With texture they reveal,
The art of God’s design.
Flowers are quite ideal.

The one who sighs well knows,
Each petal plays its part.
The peace of beauty glows,
As we perceive with heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, April 8, 2009; 8:01 A.M.)

1366.
Birds At Prayer

Taught between poles, line becomes perch.
Rest little Souls, in your Earth search.
Serenade dawn (Man’s greatest need).
First sing your song, then look for seed.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Sunday, April 12, 2009; 5:50 A.M.)

1367
Warriors Of The Spirit

Heart well began our search for Light.
The good of Man must often fight,
That rude and crude lead not the way,
that nasty mood rule not the day.

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona; Wednesday, April 15, 2009; 5:58 A.M.)

1368
My Self-Uncivil-War

For sure it is a plot,
To make those “thins” look great,
For I (Joe eats a lot)
Regret I overate.

Diets have their cost.
Theories abound to lose.
My “heavy” never lost
(a fact that’s not new news).

I’m hauling too much freight.
My hungry stays for more.
Lord help me conquer weight
(my self-uncivil-war).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, April 20, 2009; 5:25 A.M.)

1369
Our Glimpse Of Light

When mind and heart choose the same goal,
we call their art the way of Soul.
When heart and mind author a play,
Mankind can find a brighter day.

When sun is star, journeys begin.
One seeks afar. One seeks within.
When star is sun, this great insight
has well begun our glimpse of Light.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, April 22, 2009; 5:30 A.M.)

1370
Something, When Day Goes Night

Clever is not enough.
It only goes so far.
It won’t refine the gruff.
Character needs a star.

Something, when day goes night,
that always will be there,
unmoved and shining bright,
that mind seek not despair.

Indeed let there be hope,
with unobstructed view,
where mind can find the scope
and heart point out what’s true.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, April 24, 2009; 5:20 A.M.)

1371
Moon-Talk (2)

In dark as well as light,
it may be seen or not.
From sliver to full bright,
it’s Earth’s forget-me-not.

It shows us just one face,
beyond which few explore.
Much like the Human Race
(how dare we ask for more).

Romantics hold it dear.
Reflection is the key.
The fullness of its sphere
is known in History.

There in the coastal flow,
the gulls know it quite well.
In tide high, or tide low,
the moon has much to tell.

In orbit or in mind,
it’s never out of range,
to whisper to Mankind
the subtlety of change.

Eclipse reminds of sun.
Our shadow’s breached with style.
Sure light can be great fun,
when learning is worthwhile.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, April 25, 2009; 9:24 A.M.)

1372.
Grateful For Light

Spectrums they make this mist  and sun,
that Man may wake. Life’s art is fun.
Grateful for Light, learning takes hold.
Honest delight surpasses gold.
What joy to know the clean and warm
of rainbow’s glow after our storm.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, April 28, 2009; 5:49 A.M.)

1373
The First Birthday

Many have graced this Earth since then.
Few have embraced that where and when.
What cave unlit housed that great play?
What child of grit breathed in that day?
But more than bold, what plan of God
(what goal untold), gave Man the nod?

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, May 4, 2009; 5:22 A.M.)

1374
For Happiness We Dare

Some filter (some forgive),
then chop quite fine and stir.
Like a blender we live
(a conscious connoisseur).

That mix goes on within
(Yang would rule night and day),
but balance calls for Yin,
to put the heart in play.

For happiness we dare
to go beyond our fear.
Such power found through care
brings God closer than near.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, May 5, 2009; 5:30 A.M.)

1375
When Brushes Learn To Smile

Orange and blue make gray.
Color has its laws.
The palette shows the play.
Mankind shows the flaws.

Contrast ever attracts.
Texture gives the feel.
Illusions distort facts.
Shape can form appeal.

When brushes learn to smile,
canvases can show –
Warm hearts make life worthwhile.
Attitudes can glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, May 12, 2009; 6:43 A.M.)

1376
Keeping It Light

Some find its face quite cute.
Some see a subtle scowl.
Its phases are a hoot,
and one, at least, a howl.

Some think themselves immune,
and talk with disrespect.
Some disregard the moon
as having no effect.

But moon’s a stepping stone,
not just to outer space.
With tides it sets the tone,
then dates and times the race.

Moon shows sun shines at night,
although we turn away,
and each eclipse of Light
helps us respect our day.

It’s a teaching device,
to this the wise applaud,
and pray higher advice –
Why God gave moon “the nod”.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, May 12, 2009; 6:43 A.M.)

1377
Wishes Don't Dance With Regrets

I wish (again), when I was young,
My teeth knew then to bar my tongue.
Words can lose friends, but now I’ve found,
they make amends when finely ground.

I wish (for real), my thoughts were old,
with heart appeal silence is gold.
Thought seeds abound, the wise have taught.
All comes around, ready or not.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, May 31, 2009; 6:32 A.M.)

1378
Investment Talk

Go buy the bull. It’s well worth while.
It’s plentiful, and brings a smile.
Yet bulls do end. They cannot last.
It pays my friend to know the past.

When bull turns bear be short not long.
With patient care make future strong.
Here’s the lesson (the story bold).
Deep recession  requires gold.
Life is the same. Things end and start.
Discern the game, and learn with heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, June 5, 2009; 6:10 A.M.)

1379
Human Talk

Lord we have a problem,
and yes, it’s nothing new.
It’s  always “us” or “them”,
with angry points of view.

We speak of all love’s taught,
and pray for peace sublime,
yet nourish killing thought,
and wink at lesser crime.

Free-will’s a gift profound,
conflicted by desire.
It levels to the ground.
It struggles to inspire.

Love’s a painful learning,
and takes a heavy toll.
Kindness from discerning
makes quality a goal.

We call it all worthwhile,
and do it all again.
(Perhaps this brings a smile.
You knew this way back when).

Experience, no doubt,
is what you had in mind,
that through this life will sprout
a smarter Humankind.

Your clues have helped us grow
(hints only make us nod),
and those who make hearts glow
have felt the touch of God.

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, June 8, 2009; 8:51 A.M.)

1380
The Great Embrace

This clang of Yang is sorrow’s spin
(a loud big-bang this masculine).
It causes pain (Some dudes are crude).
They push for gain with “altitude”.

Such motion draws the great embrace.
Through God’s sweet laws Yin heals with grace.
May we discern with growing smile,
that good we earn is most worthwhile.
Our Humankind has light to sow.
As heart schools mind, we learn to glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, June 11, 2009; 5:51 A.M.)

1381
Our Place To Learn

What kind of mood brings on delight?
What attitude turns on the light?
Which thought will cure? Which feeling heal?
What action pure makes Man most real?

The clever ask, they search the mind.
Can love unmask all Humankind?
Yet some discern (smart sets apart),
our place to learn is in the heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 14, 2009; 6:46 A.M.)

1382
Choice Is The start

To Man’s delight (as many know)
Love is our light – our Human glow.
Through loving thought the game’s a win.
This seed has taught growth codes within.
Acorns contain the tall Oak tree.
Seeds claim domain. Nothing is free.

As mind shuns heart weeds become needs.
Choice is the start. Thought-seeds make deeds.
Where Humankind becomes quite real,
Heart teaching mind becomes ideal.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, June 20, 2009; 8:54 A.M.)

1383
Remember This!

Our food is born of light,
as leaf tunes in to star.
Loveliness brings delight.
Beauty’s never afar.

Let it ever be taught,
at home, in school and play,
the quality of thought
can feed our everyday.

To garden Humankind,
mind plants its countless seeds,
free-will allows our bind –
that pain from thought-dark-deeds.

Ignorance brings a tear.
Vanity can’t inspire.
Loss manifests as fear.
Greed travels with desire.

The good look for their sign,
that which makes heart rejoice.
Love chooses to refine.
Our future is our choice.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, July 3, 2009; 8:05 A.M.)

1384
Yule-Talk

Joyful without reason,
we pause beyond all doubt.
Winter is our season,
for Santa’s great time-out.

Good hearts just seem to know
the warmth of love’s appeal.
Let Earth increase her glow,
that mind may learn what’s real.

Our young receive this gift
in many subtle ways.
Let memories be swift,
and giving mark their days.

May future find not strange,
experience has taught,
Man’s capable of change.
Love and peace need more thought.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, July 5, 2009; 3:35 P.M.)

1385
The Joy Of Santa

We share our dream, where reindeers play –
a North pole theme with elves and sleigh.
Teaching to live, we learn to heal.
Teaching to give, we learn what’s real.

Some grown-ups find (some must be taught),
where heart meets mind, Santa is thought.
Old-Red-Cheeks knows, beyond the toy,
where giving flows, we fill with joy.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, July 25, 2009; 9:50 A.M.)

1386
Message To Myself (August 8, 2009)

Know your heart never rests
(a gift forever free).
Earth life is full of tests.
The thankful have a key.

The knowing most applaud
a heart with gratitude.
It breathes the breath of God,
and breaks the darkest mood.

Know the sun never sets.
(illusion fills our day).
Strive-on without regrets.
Be grateful for your stay.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, August 8, 2009; 7:16 A.M.)

1387
Before We Eat Our Cakes

Without it we can’t cry.
Its lack produces frowns.
(Nature would sooner die).
When wild it kills and drowns.

The wise have always taught
(and sure will always teach).
Dry land stems from dry-thought.
Deserts are Man’s dry-reach.

A thousand pounds it takes,
to grow one pound of wheat
(before we eat our cakes).
Water is Earth’s great treat.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, August 8, 2009; 8:20 A.M.)

1388
Shadow-Talk 2

Perhaps we know it still
(that mind is warmed by heart).
Temptations of cold will
make some forget that art.

Who knows where mercy goes.
Where hides humility?
Little gratitude glows
in minds that dwell heart-free.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, August 30, 2009; 6:18 A.M.)

1389
For The Godless All Is Chance

Explosions cast a light we feel.
Life from a blast (a nuke for real).
Beyond immense, near yet quite far,
pure violence this sun (our star).

Perhaps we’ll find (with great surprise)
the Human bind un-seeming wise.
Reason has taught (beyond a doubt)
quality thought sees God throughout.

Count on changes to feed Man’s play.
Thought arranges our D.N.A.
The calm rejoice the death of chance.
The Source of choice embraced romance.

Bird songs at dawn, the flutter-by,
that rose now gone, what becomes why.
The Source of space made love an art.
Feelings embrace. Mind befriends heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, October 16, 2009; 6:26 A.M.)

1390.
Why the Prudent Win

Mind earns this art through Earthly stay.
Not space but heart secures the way.
The moments teach (the hard learn slow),
within our reach great love can glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, October 23, 2009; 6:08 A.M.)

1391
Holiday Cheer

Santa and sleigh, reindeer and toys,
what a great day for girls and boys.
Fun smiles and glows, colorful trees,
presents with bows designed to please.
Plenty of food, hot apple pie,
caring’s the mood. Feelings are high.
Holiday cheer – precious each year.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, October 24, 2009; 6:18 A.M.)

1392 
The War Between Lips And Teeth

A crows-feet smile is best of show.
So well worthwhile this Human glow.
The chosen frown will lose its way.
It tumbles down in grim display.
Discern and earn. Cherish the wise.
Joyfully learn. Love is the prize.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, October 25, 2009; 7:58 A.M.)

1393
Message To Myself (October 31, 2009)
(All That Is True, and Yet …)

What will we send out into space?
(We come as friend this Human Race?)
Truth won’t deceive. Tall tales make bold.
Would they believe kind words on gold?

Would we accept that Man wants peace?
Who overslept? (Our wars will cease?)
History shows Man’s thoughts as deed.
Our story glows with fear and greed.

Vain the advance. (Blood holds its court.)
Our ignorance is our export.
In all this pain, good is an art,
taught by the sane, nourished by heart.

Life is a quest. Kindness will share.
Love is the test for all who care.

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, October 31, 2009; 8:09 A.M.)

1394
Santa’s Song

Santa’s coming. It won’t be long.
He’s sure to bring his Christmas song.
You know the one, the glowing tune, 
that shines like sun and glows like moon.
It’s quite a treat, fun from the start.
It has a beat much like your heart.
It brings a smile warmly worthwhile.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, November 2, 2009; 5:37 A A.M.)

1395
For Love

The sun dares play a warming smile.
Mist knows the way to glow in style.
Like the rainbow, Your beauty shares,
in pastel flow, a heart that cares.
For love, we find we civilize.
We gear the mind to harmonize.
We put aside the subtle scheme
(the daily pride), that we may dream.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, November 4, 2009; 6:06 A A.M.)

1396
The Disappearance Of S. Claus

It was a dream (yes, long ago),
a subtle scheme with impish glow.
A dream to fly (to stow away),
to ride the sky in Santa’s Sleigh.

Thoughts can be bold when life is new,
but getting old is ours to do.
What does remain (if heart’s intact)?
Giving’s the gain. Caring’s  the act.

With love we earn (heartbeat’s applaud),
as we adjourn to ride with God.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, November 9, 2009; 6:52 A A.M.)

1397
Lord I’ve Been Thinking

Is there any regret:
something You’d like to add,
subtract and then forget,
or just to “twink” a tad?

Did not think that You would.
Improving perfect right?
Man slow-grows (as he should)
earning his way to Light.

We’ve learned free-will can hurt.
“Me-First” can make blood flow.
Yet some remain alert,
with kindness and its glow.

There mind knows how to care,
Where heart refines our song
(beauty beyond compare,
limitless, wise and strong).

It’s just a glimpse, of course
(feelings that touch the Soul).
We search for You, the Source,
as that which makes us whole.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, November 16, 2009; 6:50 A A.M.)

1398

There is a zone, not time nor place,
that lovers own, and hearts embrace.
This gift of trust sets life aglow.
(Respect’s a must if care’s to flow).
Love knows it well, and dwellers find,
feelings excel (then heal the mind).

It’s not for sale, nor can one rent.
The unkind fail in life misspent.
Apply the art the wise applaud
(the loving heart), our gift to God.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, November 27, 2009; 6:03 A A.M.)

1399
Love At First Bite

Some love songs are frilly,
flowerly and fragrant,
while some are quite silly,
with a humorous slant.

Some get more serious,
where feelings know no bounds.
Some go for glorious,
like birdsongs and heart sounds.

For me these bring a smile,
yet they are not my treat.
They border on worthwhile
(but not my one true sweet).

My world transmutes all space
(beyond Venus and Mars).
It’s there I taste with grace,
beautiful cream-filled stars.

Chocolate is (I’m told)
my nectar and my prize.
Chocolate makes me bold.
Wink now, and say, “That’s wise”.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, November 28, 2009; 7:24  A.M.)

1400
Falling In Love

It does inspire. It makes complete,
this touch of fire, where two Souls meet.
Sure it’s God’s art (refined with grace),
when heart stirs heart in Human space.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, December 1, 2009; 6:04  A.M.)

1401
Distracted

Pure distraction fills work and play,
love in action has ruled the day.
When hearts combine caring will grow,
as Souls entwine in love’s sweet glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, December 1, 2009; 6:35  A.M.)

1402
It Comes To This

The heart’s great role is to convey
that touch of Soul (Man’s finest play).
With heart access love will enfold.
There happiness surpasses gold.

It comes to this, for those who dare,
the search for bliss takes grateful care.
Cherish the theme, beyond measure.
Live well that dream the wise treasure.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, December 3, 2009; 6:19  A.M.)

1403
In Addition To Chocolate…

Make days worthwhile. Remember this.
Start with a smile. End with a kiss.
Make nights supreme. Embrace the art.
Paint every dream with loving heart.

Make life a reach beyond the rude.
Let Soul then teach the Higher mood.
Love on a roll learns to adjust.
God’s the great goal (the rest is dust).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, December 4, 2009; 6:59  A.M.)

1404
Not Beyond Our Reach (1)

What would you miss the most (besides chocolate creams)?
With what are you engrossed? Who shows up in your dreams?
What, in fact, are your needs? What actions fill your day?
Which deeds are not but weeds? Who really writes your play?
There is an ancient art, that’s not beyond our reach,
where mind learns from the heart, and love’s allowed to teach.
It then seems far from odd – The greatest love is God.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, December 9, 2009; 7:20  A.M.)

1405
Within Our Reach (1)

Love as a prize, a moving fire,
can humanize (even inspire).
But love as deed (the wise ones know),
becomes a seed for Human glow.

Us Earthlings find they’re worlds apart.
The first is mind. The second, heart.
Within our reach life becomes fair,
when heart can teach the head to care.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.;Friday, December 11, 2009; 6:49  A.M.)

1406
Message To Myself (December 13, 2009)

Where to begin of what’s begun?
I asked within if she’s the one.
It is the same each time I ask.
Love is a flame that wears a mask.

They meet halfway (or so I’m told),
but hearts don’t play where minds are bold.
A look can burn a sweet caress.
We’ve much to learn of happiness.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, December 13, 2009; 4:44  A.M.)

1407
Some Think It Oh So Rare

Is it not excellent,
that we can search (and find),
our hearts can compliment,
and guide the light of mind.
Some think it oh so rare,
this troubled Earth could breed
the sort that dare to care
in every thought and deed.

Just look for those not loud,
the gentle, graceful Soul,
benevolent not proud,
where service is the goal.
Let not another day
pass by in Human flow,
where conscience cannot say,
“Now that’s the way to grow!”

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, December 18, 2009; 6:35  A.M.)

1408
My Warm Hurts Less Than Cold

Here is my art. I’m so inclined,
To let my heart complete my mind.
It’s no small goal, but well worth while,
to warm with Soul my every smile.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, December 21, 2009; 5:35  A.M.)

1409
With Smile And Sigh

Lovers can’t tell just how it feels,
(and how I fell, head over heels).
For sure we try to share but then,
with smile and sigh, we’re lost again.
Where this love flows, there mind can’t speak.
(Only heart glows with such mystique).

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, December 22, 2009; 6:25  A.M.)

1410
Unrequited Love (2)

I had misplaced myself.
(Rejection reigned supreme).
I knew my heart still beat	,
but I had lost my dream.

Holding on leads to pain.
I need to find my smile,
in all I think and do.
A grin makes life worthwhile.

May heart warm mind to add
a healthy, hopeful glow,
to rescue glad from sad,
that love, again, will flow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, December 22, 2009; 7:40 P.M.)

1411
Message To Myself (December 25, 2009)

Love does allow a change within.
It’s easy now to imagine.
We make a space all lovers know,
where hearts embrace, where feelings glow.

This place, unknown to worldly fare,
this comfort zone, knows trust and care.
Hope not the mind (oh so boldly),
intrudes, unkind, oh so coldly.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, December 25, 2009; 6:55  A.M.)

1412
Return To Me

To happiness… How I do miss
your warm caress, your tender kiss.
Come soon my friend. Fill my heart space.
That love not end, let us embrace.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, December 25, 2009; 6:55  A.M.)

1413
Feelings Can Teach

Love has its glow. Feelings can teach.
She’s now, I know, beyond my reach.
A point of view
Can be a door. Love can renew,
when heart says “more”.

Moods unspoken cause hope to fall.
With heart broken life is a wall.
When love is gone move-on, move on …

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, December 30, 2009; 6:45  A.M.)

1414
Mr. And Mrs. “Right”

Do they ever in this Earth plane?
Will they never? Does God ordain?
Has it happened? Did the world know?
Did start meet end? Did their hearts glow?

Is it ideal, or tallest tale?
Something not real? A test to fail? 
Search far and near, Heart,  Soul and mind.
With hope (and tear), be kind, be kind … 

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, December 31, 2009; 6:05  A.M.)

1415
Perhaps (1)

Perhaps the daffodil,
in smiling yellow glow,
knows well which hearts still thrill,
to melting winter snow.

Perhaps the evening sun,
that’s shared its light all day,
will wonder at job-done,
how love can slip away.

Perhaps experience
will shine in calm supreme,
and make this life less tense,
as we pursue our dream.

Perhaps the greatest “Why”,
we search our hopes to find,
is hidden in a sigh,
between the heart and mind.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, January 1, 2010; 8:20  A.M.)

1416
The Battle Of Crude And Kind

Crude knows it bold as understood.
The need for gold surpasses good.
Kind touches Soul and heals the mind.
Its subtle goal is Man refined.

Crude knows to ply self-serving ways.
Clever and sly are poor replays.
Kind feels great care. (Makes it an art).
The need to share comes from the heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, January 17, 2010; 12:06 P.M.)

1417
The Wisdom Of Joy

What brings a smile? What’s your delight?
What’s well worthwhile? What fits quite right?
Joy’s a treasure in every way.
Make it measure your every day.
Joy’s your glory. Refine your art.
Joy’s your story, your work of heart.
Spirit’s best health is joy with zeal
(Man’s own true wealth). Make it for real.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, May 31, 2010; 9:25  A.M.)

1418
An Explosive Interlude

There was a guy not quite so shrewd
(more when than why he came unglued).
Issues were gold, calm un-pursued.
His mind was bold (and not un-rude).

The news each day could start a feud.
Each worldly play would rile his mood.
His heart attack, we could conclude,
was loss of tact in plentitude.
Let it be said with gratitude,
calm keeps its head quite un-subdued.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, May 31, 2010; 9:25  A.M.)

1419
Deception

Deception is an art
that takes a “Human-Toll”.
It putrefies the heart,
and horrifies the Soul.

Perhaps “white-lies” begin
that habit to deceive,
which listens not within,
and loves to “make-believe”.

It likes “tall-tales” too well.
“Windies” make life worthwhile.
Can’t wait the next to tell
straight faced with inner smile.

The power to convince
is heady stuff indeed,
addicting ever since
that first successful seed.

In every winning lie
you will not fail to find
truth enough to get by
more than the doubting mind.

Too far you know you’ve gone
when lies flow swift like streams,
when those you love you con,
when disrespect fills dreams.

Deception is an art
that takes a “Human-Toll”.
It putrefies the heart,
and horrifies the Soul.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, May 30, 2010; 9:25  A.M.)

1420
Sleeping Santa

Santa snoozes deep in Man’s heart.
There he chooses the giving art.
Old-Red-Cheeks knows no time nor place.
His kindness glows in inner space.

What will it take (we may well ask),
that he may wake? What is our task?
It’s not our rude that makes him rise,
or nasty mood that’s far from wise.
He works in style, at lofty price
(our smile worthwhile for all that’s nice).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, May 29, 2010; 9:22  P.M.)

1421
Invisible Elder Brothers

Long have we yearned to understand,
how few have earned their helping hand.
They teach what brings great happiness,
and point out things that make a mess.

They see and know what makes us blind,
and sense our glow when thoughts are kind.
Some learn their ways and know their goal,
where love displays the warmth of Soul.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, May 29, 2010; 8:42  A.M.)

1422
A Wish For The Future

Let there be hope in all we do.
Let there be frowns far less than few.
Let there be thanks in every thought.
Let there be not a nasty plot.
Let there be calm and warmth of heart.
Let there be lovers, never apart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, May 27, 2010; 4:51  P.M.)

1423
Saguaro Talk

Besides design, flowers can show
Nature will sign, when seasons flow.
They’re last to bloom, in “our” Southwest,
a pretty plume, before “our” test.
Sonoran heat “so-soon” will rise.
(A dry retreat closed to the wise).

Man has seasons plumed in the mind.
Filled with reasons hateful and kind.

Perhaps we need less complex ways
to plant a seed for “cooler-days”.
Discern the Light. Know well the heart.
Pray for insight to learn the art.
Though it take years to pay our dues,
remove all fears. Refuse to lose.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, May 27, 2010; 4:51  P.M.)

1424
Let It Be Told

Love is a fire. Find it within.
Let it inspire. Let it begin.
Kindness will flow, followed by care.
Feel the warm glow. Know how to share.
Learn well the art. Put it in play.
Focus on heart. Light up your day.
Treat it like gold. Let it be told.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, May 22, 2010; 7:43  P.M.)

1425
Not-Love Is Pain

Love is the way to make life flow.
Warm every day with God’s sweet glow.
Learn well this art that keeps us sane.
Know in your heart not-love is pain.
Think with a smile. Feel with great care.
Make life worthwhile. Dare to be rare.
In every ear let it be told.
All need to hear true love is gold.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, May 6, 2010; 2:00  P.M.)

1426
Don’t Hesitate To Celebrate

When much-too-much with mind,
heart smiles and says, “Time-out”.
It’s smart to thank the kind.
Good feelings walk about.

This seed we’ve planted well.
Calendars show our art.
Santa has much to tell.
We heal our far-apart.

At New Years and birthdays,
we welcome joyful moods.
Our celebration plays
through grateful attitudes.

Joy is our best design.
Children love Halloween.
Candy with Valentine –
love warms our winter scene.

What will the future bring?
Who will then incarnate?
What song will they then sing?
Will Earth feel love or hate?

If Karma is quite right,
no one is innocent.
In striving for the Light,
we purge our low-intent.

Perhaps the Great Supreme
has hinted all along.
Take the best from your dream,
and sing it in your song.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, May 1, 2010; 10:30 P.M.  A.M.)

1427
Leave Them To God

Take time to smile. See with your heart.
Make life worthwhile. Make love your art.
Find joy in Light. Color to glow,
grateful for sight so long ago.
Let fragrance dwell within your dreams.
Dispel the spell of lowly schemes.

Sure you will find, most everywhere,
mournful Mankind that do not care.
Some must control. Some bolt the door.
Some trade in Soul. Some just want more.
From first to last they’ve lost their way.
They’ve dimmed the past. They tear our day.
Leave them to God. Start now deploy.
The wise applaud the quest for joy.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 6, 2010; 9:25. A.M.)

1428
Embrace All Space

Are we stardust by chance and prod,
or subtle trust of one called God?
Shall we get caught in how things seem,
when love hears not this Earthly dream?
Shall we embrace the great unreal,
when inner space has heart appeal?

Both ways are old and offer gain.
Both are, I’m told, not free from pain.
In before out. Out before in.
Waver and doubt send life a-spin.
The wise impart (may we all find),
the way of heart will temper mind.
A win can lose in this Earth play,
and all must choose in our brief stay.
 (And all must choose In our brief stay).

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 5, 2010; 10:40. A.M.)

1429
When Taste Goes To My Waist
They say it might depend
Solely on attitude.
I think they make-pretend
God never made a mood.
I have one (you can bet),
That activates my “Eat”.
It sings of no regret,
Then laughs at my defeat.
When “Whoa!” means quick make haste,
My “Hungry” is unreal.
When taste goes to my waist,
Portions don’t make my meal.
I need a smaller feast,
To shrink my “Extra-Large”,
To medium at least,
And put me back in charge.
There’s got to be a way,
A signal I could see,
That warns me of foul-play,
And sets my “I’m-Full” free.
Could the latest diet,
With promises to trim,
Make my “Feed-Me” quiet
So I can be quite slim?
No. Will’s my only cure.
This battle, well I know.
There’s no such thing, for sure,
Where calories won’t show.
(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 13, 2010; 8:32. A.M.)
1430
Train The Trainer
Tell me Never, but don't insist.
(Not forever could you resist).
It's worth the price to see kids glow.
(And good advice to eat it slow).
Flavor your dream. Go blue your sky.
It takes ice cream to satisfy.
(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, June 14, 2010; 5:30. P.M.)
1431
Message To Myself (June 15, 2010)
Never was taught by Man quite sane,
that ugly thought not lead to pain.
The Good well know, from acts not rare,
beauty will glow, where hearts will care.
Earn its healing. Feel its delight.
God’s revealing, beyond our night.
(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, June 15, 2010; 6:25. P.M.)

1432
Its Warm Kiss Flows

Romance is mood, an in-between,
an interlude for hearts serene.
Its touch well knows to take a chance.
Its warm kiss flows from love’s first glance.

Feelings display. Feelings befriend.
Feelings convey. Love will transcend.
Romance is mood an in-between,
an interlude, for hearts serene.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, June 19, 2010; 9:40 A.M.)

1433
Portals Of The Mind

Why do we do what we do?
Is it for power or fame?
Some say purely point of view.
Some say vanity’s to blame.
Why do we choose what we choose?
Is it solely for pleasure?
Some say we choose not to lose.
Some say personal treasure.
Questions open doors to mind.
Is this science or an art?
Will our thoughts tint what we find?
Which questions lead us to heart?
Who’s grateful for their next breath?
What secret hides in our death?

 (Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, June 19, 2010; 9:53 P.M.)

1434
Message To Myself (June 20, 2010)

Space history relates,
Galaxies do collide.
What great anger? What hates?
What tainted their star-ride?

Was it power and greed,
Or vanity’s dark arts?
Who planted such a seed?
What thoughts could dim such hearts?

How long did all this take?
Was it hours or light-years?
(To measure their mistake,
We’d have to cry their tears).

Another point of view,
More popular for sure,
Beyond what beings do,
Requires no mental cure.

Not crime nor heart some say,
But all by “Random-Chance”.
Innocent babes are they
(no evil in their glance). 

This puts me in a bind.
I can’t abide a school,
That disconnects Mankind
From every moral tool.

Actions, free from effect,
Thoughts, without consequence,
Lead to our disrespect
And cultivate offense.

One way all space can teach.
The other is Godless-pain 
(and not within our reach),
For us they died in vain.

Let "Random-Chance” adjourn.
In my heart I applaud,
Man’s privilege to learn
the Cosmic Laws of God.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 20, 2010; 10:12 A.M.)

1435
Phoenix, Arizona: Ideal Yet Moody

From fall through spring, Phoenix will please.
There “Snow-Birds” sing, while others freeze.
Summer’s the pits. (For some a treat).
“Triple digits” promise much heat.

Of the hottest  Sonoran days,
June’s the driest of desert plays.
But weather’s yet not what it seems.
July is wet with monsoon dreams.

Tall clouds fill sky. Lightning fills night.
Beauty knows why sunsets delight.
Mind can’t measure the Soul’s great art.
Life’s a treasure, when joy fills heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, June 26, 2010; 6:23 A.M.)

1436
A Road Less Traveled?

Stretch pants extend. Dust blurs my scale.
Portions, my friend, is where I fail.
For years I knew, yet wanted more.
My belt size grew, to “Don’t-Ignore”.

My “Hungry” rules this life it seems.
It tricks and fools despite thin dreams.
Diets advise: do this, eat that.
With promised prize, bulges go flat.

I need a key, to realign,
a slimmer me with less waistline.
I can’t feel smart, until I’ve found
that secret art to rule each pound.

Perhaps someone, in Man’s beguile,
battled and won with denial.
It’s time for “Sly”: not “Do” but “Don’t”,
a new war cry: not “Will”, but “Won’t”.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 27, 2010; 1:09 P.M.)

1437
The Wise Have Always Taught

There’s just one play on Earth.
The way of life is this,
Take care, our thoughts give birth,
To sorrow or to bliss.

Our change is far beyond
The reach most would conceive.
Desire cements that bond.
Weavers become their weave.

Let’s not be quick to blame
(a choice is just a choice).
Perhaps fear, wealth or fame
Mimicked that inner voice.

Experience is sure.
Realization wins.
Pain teaches all this cure –
Discern that love begins.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, July 3, 2010; 8:06 A.M.)

1438
Just Married (With Dogs)

Married in May (a fine jewel),
But since that day her dogs have rule.
Two became four the day we wed.
Will there be more? (Their bed’s our bed).

They live in-doors. One light. One’s dark.
One loudly snores. One loves to bark.
They eat with zeal. She thinks they’re gold.
They’re her ideal (and won’t be sold).

With their consent, she loves me so,
But I’d be “went”, before they go.
The truth be known, a pet’s a pet.
I’m “home-alone” but not there yet.
Please don’t take sides, (This too may pass),
But who abides a dog with gas?

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, July 4, 2010; 2:25 P.M.)

1439
Message To Myself (July 4, 2010)

I’ve had enough of hurts and wrongs
(of “human-stuff”), of selfish songs.
Who could protest the subtle life?
It is divest of Earthly strife.
It is a cure, this inner art.
God’s signature lives in the heart.

It is a choice (this sweet success),
Where we rejoice in Man’s progress.
It overflows and interacts.
It often glows as it impacts.
Love makes each day the most worthwhile.
This inner way knows how to smile.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, July 4, 2010; 11:40  A.M.)

1440
Message To Myself (July 5, 2010)

The ancient moral law 
(passed on from mouth to ear),
highlights our every flaw,
from vanity to fear.
Experience has taught, 
thinking designs the seed.
(The quality of thought
 has formed our every deed).
We get what we deserve. 
Karmic Law will prevail.
Let thought the good preserve. 
Intent’s no seed to fail.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, July 5, 2010; 7:37  A.M.)

1441
"Be Joyful Always"* (1)

Joy thoughts are beautiful, 
and bring us all great fun.
We need to be joyful, 
like the Earth needs the sun.
Of questions Man could dare, 
there’s one that’s least pursued.
Ask now why joy’s so rare. 
Hear not the rude and crude.

In each day and season, 
we stubbornly proclaim,
joy must have a reason. 
There-in lies all the blame.
True, joy has its own cause 
(beneficial to know).
It deserves our applause. 
Most all like joy to flow.

Each one can have his fill. 
Our joy no reason needs.
We can think joy at will. 
Thought spirals into deeds.
Some say its just too hard. 
Their will says, “No, I won’t”.
Play now the joyful card. 
(Life’s harder when you don’t).

•	1 Thesalonians 5:16
•	
•	(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, July 5, 2010; 12:04  P.M.)
•	
•	1442
•	In All Things Dim Or Light
•	
•	Silence, most times, is smart.
•	To some that may seem odd.
•	I speak not mind but heart,
•	And ask the help of God.
•	Discernment says take care
•	Not to make a mistake.
•	The heads of love will dare
•	To burn you at the stake.
•	
•	It may be more hi-tech.
•	(You can’t help if your dead).
•	Wisdom can save your neck.
•	The wise live their un-said.
•	Don’t take these words all wrong.
•	They’re not to live in fear.
•	We need to sing our song,
•	But prudence wears no tear.
•	Know yourself, then you’ll find
•	(in all things dim or light),
•	You’ll also know Mankind:
•	Its joys; its dreams; its night.
•	
•	(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, July 5, 2010; 1:37  P.M.)
•	
•	1443
•	Message To Myself (July 11, 2010)
•	
•	When heart teaches Mankind,
•	Fine feelings fill our speech.
•	When love comes from the mind,
•	Life’s taught beyond our reach.
•	The cherished road to “We”,
•	Branches from “Me and Mine”,
•	There love guides us to see
•	The selfless bottom line.
•	
•	(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, July 11, 2010; 10:34  P.M.)
•	
•	1444
•	Gratitude Heals The Grateful
•	
•	Earth tests our bottom line.
•	(Caring and kind each day),
•	each breath a valentine.
•	Each heart beat toasts the way.
•	
•	The prudent brings less pain.
•	The loving spread their care.
•	The balanced life is sane,
•	With energy to spare.
•	
•	Your gratitude self heals
•	(a medicine home-grown).
•	Its practice quite reveals
•	Man’s secret so unknown.
•	
•	The grateful learn well why
•	Their thanks has made them smart.
•	Take care what you apply,
•	Life’s all about the heart.
•	
•	(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, July 11, 2010; 12:26  P.M.)
•	
•	1445
•	Perhaps For Half A Day
•	
•	We sense to where it leads,
•	Yet like the way we feel.
•	The pleasures of some deeds
•	Grab hold with want-appeal.
•	World news flashes our sins,
•	And surely there’s much more.
•	Will ”X” billion heart-wins
•	ever even the score?
•	
•	Perhaps for half a day.
•	Few are that consistent.
•	Most like the shady play.
•	In this some are content.
•	
•	For sure there’s much to learn.
•	Goodness knows how to live.
•	The goal is to discern,
•	Why love knows how to give.
•	
•	(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, July 17, 2010; 11:16  A.M.)
•	
•	1446
•	Message To Myself (July 17, 2010)
•	
•	Some now observe, the trained perfect technique.
•	All virtues set the virtuous agrin.
•	The untrained sense the air of pure mystique.
•	Gratitude is a secret medicine.
•	Only the grateful could possibly know
•	That light from the unknown scroll they unroll.
•	They see the health and warmth of inner glow,
•	As the Soul’s own sunrise, which makes them whole.
•	Bliss is the great promise of gratitude,
•	A promise most Humans fail to achieve,
•	While in servitude to a thankless mood.
•	The ungrateful self-dim the Weaver’s weave.
•	May un-thanks glimpse, for real, the caring kind,
•	And make that subtle leap to heart, from mind.
•	
•	(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, July 17, 2010; 7:43  A.M.)
•	
•	1447
•	The Smile Of Humankind
•	
•	Life is a game best taught,
•	With due respect for mind,
•	As quest for our best thought –
•	The smile of Humankind.
•	
•	Pre-school would then include
•	The basics all should know,
•	That which we now exclude
•	(good feelings help the flow).
•	
•	Experience is food.
•	It feeds and strengthens choice.
•	Through healthy, helpful mood,
•	We learn we must rejoice.
•	
•	Our years teach well the heart
•	(for those who wish to learn),
•	True growing’s quite an art,
•	When good learns to discern.
•	
•	Life is a game best taught,
•	With due respect for mind,
•	As quest for our best thought –
•	The smile of Humankind.
•	
•	(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, July 17, 2010; 8:52  A.M.)
•	
•	1448
•	Some Will Object
•	
•	Since thoughts are seeds, may we design
•	our future deeds more “we” than “Mine”.
•	Some will object. For “Number-One”
•	(with no respect) all should be done.
•	
•	It is their choice to take or give.
•	I choose rejoice as how to live.
•	Watch mind. Have fun. The wise have taught.
•	Future is done, with every thought.
•	This joyful life may well seem odd,
•	but joyless strife just can’t please God.
•	
•	
•	(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, July 18, 2010; 10:47  A.M.)
•	
•	1449
•	Sex Talk
•	
•	Now sex, some say, is number one,
•	the way to play, the greatest fun.
•	Some say it’s part of life on Earth,
•	a pleasant start that leads to birth.
•	
•	And in-between, a niche most find,
•	that makes their scene tender and kind.
•	Wholesome pleasures may we applaud,
•	as all treasures that come from God.
•	
•	(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, July 31, 2010; 12:01  P.M.)
•	
•	1450
•	Message To Myself (August 1, 2010)
•	
•	You’ve heard, I trust, at our bequest
•	(may all adjust), earth is a test.
•	A place where fear holds hands with greed,
•	where vain holds dear self-serving deed,
•	
•	Where ignorance, not knowingness,
•	(in its dim glance), wills dark success.
•	With pain we learn what virtue knows.
•	As we discern so Mankind grows.
•	Make clear the way. Join now the fight.
•	Not in a day we earn that Light.
•	
•	(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, August 1, 2010; 11:00  P.M.)
•	
•	1451
•	When Hungry Meets desire
•	
•	Burgers and fries, they fill our days.
•	(Many the “WHYs” to snacking ways).
•	The world abides chocolate cake,
•	but diet hides from that “mistake”.
•	Without a doubt, its true that I
•	can’t live without hot apple pie.
•	
•	Of course, ice cream (two scoops will do),
•	Sweetens my dream. How about you?
•	What is your treat (your hungry-cure)?
•	Is it quite sweet? (Candy for sure).
•	Come now, be brave (time to be bold).
•	What do you crave, if truth be told?
•	
•	(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, August 1, 2010; 2:21  P.M.)
•	
•	1452
•	Let Beauty Tell
•	
•	Around the sun we need ice cream.
•	Pleasure and fun dot God’s great scheme.
•	Beyond a doubt planets move on.
•	There’s no time-out in search of dawn.
•	
•	With Laws of Mind incentives play.
•	Evil knows kind, like night knows day.
•	As we discern Earth’s true mystique,
•	Perhaps we’ll learn her love technique.
•	
•	There’s much to know. Let beauty tell.
•	Glimpse now the glow, then grasp it well.
•	Two hearts well met, when Souls entwine,
•	say Man may yet think “Ours” not “Mine”.
•	
•	(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, August 7, 2010 10:17   A.M.)
•	
•	1453
•	A Place To Start
•	
•	I don’t remember when or where.
•	Perhaps I learned it in a dream.
•	It was a moment sweet and rare
•	As if I touched the living stream.
•	
•	It is my love I am to find,
•	In my response to everyday.
•	To know myself, and thus Mankind,
•	Is my small part in God’s great play.
•	
•	It is me without vanity,
•	Me without fear numbing my heart.
•	Good knowledge births that sanity
•	Which makes, for love, a place to start.
•	
•	I don’t remember when or where.
•	Perhaps I learned it in a dream.
•	It was a moment sweet and rare
•	As if I touched the living stream.
•	
•	(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, August 17, 2010  10:23   A.M.)
•	
•	1454
•	God’s Recipe
•	
•	Harmony shows some learn quite well,
•	yet wisely know there’s more to tell.
•	God’s recipe: through ignorance
•	Man finds the key to life’s sweet dance.
•	
•	The story’s old (this tale of Earth).
•	The vain are cold. Darkness gives birth.
•	Anger and greed (let it be known),
•	water the seed that fear has sown.
•	They cannot earn those fires of mind,
•	that brightly burn in care and kind.
•	Love’s lack provides the pain to teach.
•	The treasure hides within our reach.
•	Precious the art no wise thinks odd.
•	When mind greets heart, and glimpses God.
•	
•	(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, August 29, 2010  6:25   A.M.)
•	
•	1455
•	Before And After Talk
•	
•	I’d like to feel the world is good.
•	Surely I would. Surely I would.
•	I’d like to feel there is a goal,
•	for our Earth stroll, for our Earth stroll.
•	
•	I’d like to feel heart teaches mind,
•	throughout Mankind, throughout Mankind.
•	I’d like to feel (some think it odd),
•	we’re thoughts of God. We’re thoughts of God.
•	I’d like to feel that love wins out,
•	beyond a doubt, beyond a doubt.
•	
•	I am convinced prudence on Earth
•	Justifies birth, justifies birth.
•	I am convinced wise-loving choice,
•	lets us rejoice, lets us rejoice.
•	
•	I am convinced we learn God’s art,
•	as mind hears heart, as mind hears heart.
•	I am convinced we set Soul free,
•	when “I” thinks “we”, when “I” thinks “we”.
•	I am convinced a heart-felt smile
•	is well-worthwhile, is well worthwhile.
•	
•	(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, September 4, 2010  10:00   A.M.)
•	
•	1456
•	Treasure Talk
•	
•	Of the pleasure Earth pain has taught,
•	my best treasure (my greatest thought),
•	is that my mind, by hearing heart,
•	can help Mankind apply God’s art.
•	And yes, indeed, it starts with me.
•	May I plant seed which sets love free.
•	
•	(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, September 12, 2010  10:05  A.M.)
•	
•	1457
•	The Vain Hear Not Their Flaws
•	
•	Earth pain makes wise, and yes, un-vain.
•	It’s no surprise care cures the sane.
•	With our concern bridges do start.
•	There mind may learn to hear the heart.
•	
•	(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, September 12, 2010  10:30  A.M.)
•	
•	1458
•	Soul War
•	
•	Life has an age old song.
•	The plot of countless plays.
•	Good wants to get along.
•	Bad wants its selfish ways.
•	Could it not be more clear?
•	Where is Earth’s bloodless spot?
•	Yet, still, the Good hold dear
•	The love the Good have brought.
•	Hail heroes warm and bright.
•	Love-on beyond the greed.
•	Earth-Angels of God’s Light,
•	You feed our greatest need.
•	May love be our defense.
•	May heart make mind less tense.
•	
•	(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, October 17,  2010, 9:24   A.M.)
•	
•	1459
•	Within Our Reach (2)
•	
•	Where did it start  (Your first-heart-beat)?
•	Did it impart a joy complete?
•	Was it on Earth, or far away
•	(a star-lit birth before our day)?
•	
•	That great first breath, designed to die,
•	makes fear of death focus on why.
•	What’s Your motive? Why give Mankind
•	a chance to live? What’s on Your mind?
•	
•	Surely You know answers fill books.
•	Some have a glow. Some are by crooks.
•	Few sense a play Man’s “smart” can’t start,
•	that lights the way, when mind finds heart.
•	Let kindness teach what love has taught.
•	Within our reach is our best thought.
•	
•	(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, October 23, 2010, 11:15  A.M.)
•	
•	1460
•	Message To Myself (October 24, 2010)
•	
•	For ages Man’s been told,
•	By whispers from the heart
•	(worth more than all Earth’s gold),
•	Love makes prudence an art.
•	
•	From caring to pure mean,
•	Real choices manifest
•	(through some go quit unseen).
•	Our choosing is our test
•	
•	The product of our choice
•	Colors our tomorrows.
•	The wise can then rejoice.
•	The rest drown their sorrows.
•	
•	If you’re tired of life’s pain
•	And so will not to lose,
•	Go pick a life quite sane –
•	Ask heart to help you choose.
•	
•	(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, October 24, 2010, 9:12  A.M.)
•	
•	1461
•	Incarnation Talk
•	
•	I cherish that great day
•	and hold it most worthwhile,
•	when love came out to play,
•	and heart taught mind to smile.
•	
•	My warmest thanks to all,
•	who plied their heat and cold,
•	in hopes that I would fall,
•	as ignorance ran bold.
•	
•	Add fear (that self made curse),
•	which holds one back from sane,
•	to vanity made worse
•	by Me-Firsts and their pain.
•	
•	Somewhere in all my hurt,
•	I learned about my greed,
•	that wallowed in the dirt,
•	and sowed the poorest seed.
•	
•	I cherish that great day
•	and hold it most worthwhile,
•	when love came out to play,
•	and heart taught mind to smile.
•	
•	(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, October 24, 2010, 11:30  A.M.)
•	
•	1462
•	Time-Out Talk
•	
•	Make life a treat. Don’t be aghast.
•	Your next heart beat could be your last.
•	Travel with care (each breath worthwhile).
•	Be quick to share what brings a smile.
•	
•	I’ve journeyed long and yes, can say,
•	our un-love song is our decay.
•	Now I’ve returned (to contemplate).
•	I pray I’ve learned this think-and-wait.
•	
•	My greatest find? Man’s subtle art:
•	that mind is kind, when taught by heart.
•	My greatest joy? To plant hope-seeds,
•	devoid of ploy, to warm Man’s deeds.
•	
•	My greatest clue? Learning is best,
•	when thanks are due. There love won’t rest.
•	It changes crude to mood mature.
•	(My gratitude is my best cure).
•	
•	My great reveal? Man does subvert!
•	Free-will can heal, but not un-hurt.
•	It is a gift, vain-wrapped in fear.
•	It can uplift or cause a tear.
•	
•	May all forgive and always show,
•	the right to live Man’s warmest glow.
•	Don’t think it odd that Man can soar.
•	Good work (with God) can skew the score.
•	
•	Make life a treat. Don’t be aghast.
•	Your next heart beat could be your last.
•	Travel with care (each breath worthwhile).
•	Be quick to share what brings a smile.
•	
•	(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, October 24, 2010, 8:30  A.M.)
•	
•	1463
•	Message To Myself (November 7, 2010)
•	
•	
•	Virtue is hope, prudent and wise.
•	Grand is the scope. Joyful the prize.
•	Love is an art. Help it to grow.
•	Hear now your heart. Learn how to glow.
•	Life is a fee for further Light.
•	Growth by degree is God’s delight.
•	
•	(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, November 7, 2010, 1:52 P.M.)
•	
•	1464
•	Reach Talk
•	
•	The wise-ones teach when heart heals mind
•	(when love guides reach), we help Mankind.
•	The world has taught, to make life pay,
•	control Man’s thought and rule the day.
•	
•	We grasp each glow of happiness,
•	yet glimpse light slow, and share much less.
•	The more we learn the less the pain,
•	as we discern that Right is sane.
•	Plum blossoms thrive in winter’s nod.
•	Hope keeps alive the joys of God.
•	
•	(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, November 7, 2010, 10:28 A.M.)
•	
•	1465
•	Stock Market Talk
•	
•	Stocks fill a need. Buyers must choose.
•	Stocks work on greed, yet greed will lose.
•	Party with “Bull”. Enjoy the ride.
•	Pockets are full. How high the tide?
•	
•	The “Bear” is pain. Loss hurts for sure.
•	Sell first and gain. The rest endure.
•	Some track beyond cautious or bold.
•	They hope that bond will turn to gold.
•	
•	Joe feels the bind (hold cash and cry).
•	Hope warms the mind. Prudence asks why.
•	Inflation’s way (subtle at best),
•	forces the play. Life is a test.
•	Hunt we a ghost, or track a beast?
•	Few bag the most. Most bag the least.
•	
•	(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, November 12, 2010, 6:50 P.M.)
•	
•	1466
•	Stocks Are A Game
•	
•	Stocks are a game few learn quite well.
•	Some gain a name. Most just don’t tell.
•	Fortunes are made in quiet sales.
•	Great wins may wade in life’s tall tales.
•	
•	Making a gain brings on a smile.
•	Feelings are sane. Life is worthwhile.
•	In lofty days watch well your cash,
•	for every craze was born to crash.
•	
•	Taking a loss can be quite sad.
•	Some hit the “sauce”, others go mad.
•	There is one kind (retired by now),
•	who’s prudent mind out-thought the “Dow”.
•	
•	Balance not greed gave him a glow.
•	When stock is seed dividends flow.
•	Save and invest the wise advise.
•	Prudence is best to win that prize.
•	
•	(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, November 12, 2010, 9:08 P.M.)
•	
•	1467
•	Perhaps It’s Like Finding A Four Leaf Clover
•	
•	We Sonoran gardeners know
•	Our flowers must love desert heat.
•	There’s Bougainvilla, with its glow,
•	Quite close, to the house, in its South-side suite,
•	Keeping snug-warm on winter nights.
•	Green heart-shaped leaves harvest the sun.
•	In veined red bracts, the eye delights.
•	Yet there the fun has just begun.
•	
•	Three-bract stems house “Bougie’s” treasure.
•	(Three short, soft stocks. Three pure white blooms).
•	Looking close can show God’s pleasure,
•	But white dots we see, from our rooms.
•	Three blooms at once is kind of rare.
•	At most we find just one or two.
•	Closer again (for those who care),
•	Morning rays share a back lit view.
•	
•	They twist and nod after the bee.
•	Another form, another phase,
•	As life, we know, was meant to be,
•	In all the glory of its ways.
•	Beauty gives joy. The real life gleams.
•	Nature’s calling. Focus and smile.
•	Cherish the search far into dreams,
•	That we may find what’s most worthwhile.
•	
•	(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, November 14, 2010, ? A.M.)
•	
•	1468
•	Dawn-Talk (1)
•	  In My Sixty-Seventh Year
•	
•	Dawn comes to give, subtle yet bold,
•	that Man won’t live sunless and cold.
•	It’s pastel “why”, in quiet light,
•	still paints our sky to give us sight.
•	
•	Birds serenade. They seem to know
•	night’s really shade. Turnings grow slow.
•	Sun rays warm all, touching with care.
•	Nature must call. Risings must share.
•	
•	God made Earth’s star, to serve Mankind.
•	(Love shines as far, where heart warms mind).
•	Smart and clever may bring success.
•	Not-love never makes happiness.
•	
•	Not dawn without, but dawn within.
•	Not Ego’s shout, but Soul’s sweet grin.
•	The wise have taught, and always teach,
•	great love’s a thought to grasp (then reach).
•	
•	(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, November 21, 2010, 8:10 A.M.)
•	
•	1469
•	Aging Talk
•	
•	Before I soon forget names and even places,
•	I savor, or regret, young times and embraces.
•	My past visits my now. I live again, to learn.
•	“Who” helps me less than “How”, when time comes to discern.
•	
•	Did I prefer Man’s light to rude and crudest deed?
•	Did I do wrong or right? Intent sows all my seed.
•	Re-thinking is my art. Reflection is my tool.
•	Prudence lives well in heart, where mind must go to school.
•	
•	The happy know this way, where love means much less pain,
•	There selfless earns its pay, while selfish hurts to gain.
•	Hope wants to turn the page, that future show our best,
•	where youth learns from old age to pass this Earthly test.
•	
•	It seems that’s not the plan. Easy’s not meant to be.
•	When choice is left to Man, youth does “Me-First” not “We”.
•	Not punishment, I think, but vanity at large.
•	Life’s wisdom wears a wink, which shows me God’s in charge.
•	And so I grow from youth, and count it well worthwhile,
•	to punctuate the truth, with knowing’s kindest smile.
•	
•	(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, November 25, 2010, 9:29 A.M.)
•	
•	1470
•	The Greatest Learning
•	
•	The greatest learning is the choice,
•	and remembering, to rejoice.
•	
•	Sure every heart knows how to sing,
•	as ducks can swim and take to wing.
•	
•	It is the mind which holds us back,
•	with no-fly days and too-much quack.
•	
•	A darkened mood along the way,
•	made reason rule and sad obey.
•	
•	World news makes bad weather to fly.
•	Joy’s quickest death comes with our “Why”.
•	
•	The greatest learning is the choice,
•	and remembering, to rejoice.
•	
•	(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, November 27, 2010, 7:43 A.M.)
•	1471
•	Message To Myself (November 28, 2010)
•	
•	Water is held by air.
•	Humidity is fact.
•	Much like a married pair,
•	the mood precedes the act.
•	
•	Think now sweet sunny days,
•	with warm and pleasant light,
•	for clouds can block those rays,
•	to brew their stormy night.
•	
•	Too much and not enough
•	is why all pain does flow.
•	When mind plays rude and rough,
•	imbalance is our glow.
•	
•	The ancient wise ones taught,
•	what we no-longer teach.
•	Weather is born of thought,
•	and heart’s within our reach.
•	
•	Earth’s atmosphere and sun
•	conspire to fake blue sky.
•	Illusions can be fun,
•	yet calmness wonders why,
•	
•	our blue-pass-not can feel
•	like stars shine not at noon.
•	It is our daylight deal,
•	with ghost, sometimes, of moon.
•	
•	Our turning shows the range,
•	from stars on midnight dark,
•	to bluest interchange,
•	in this great Cosmic Park.
•	
•	This planet thrives on choice.
•	Nothing is what it seems.
•	Success is to rejoice,
•	as we upgrade our dreams.
•	
•	The ancient wise ones knew,
•	this Earth was made to test,
•	for every point of view
•	must have in mind Man’s best.
•	
•	May we be quick to smile,
•	but faster to forgive,
•	and thus make life worthwhile
•	as Man learns how to live.
•	
•	(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, November 28, 2010, 7:43 A.M.)
•	
•	1472
•	Birthdays
•	
•	Our birth is like the start of school:
•	our death more like graduation.
•	And in-between our feelings rule,
•	with less hope than aggravation.
•	
•	Perhaps Taurus is your birth sign.
•	Bulls are mostly stable and kind.
•	Romance and calm are your design.
•	Money will occupy your mind.
•	
•	The moon and planets influence,
•	but we are told they cannot force.
•	God’s law, free-will, is our defense.
•	(Inviolate, straight from the Source).
•	
•	Sure some would choose sex, wealth and fame,
•	while some choose power as great worth.
•	Free-choice remains the Cosmic Game.
•	Some say we pick our date of birth.
•	
•	Astrology can be exact,
•	but are they, as yet, so precise?
•	We must discern fancy from fact,
•	in life, as well as, life’s advice.
•	
•	A heads-up helps me hedge my bets.
•	I find quite often they are right.
•	Time to collect (or pay) some debts,
•	or find an hour for greater light.
•	
•	Yes, I listen for any clues,
•	whether nearby or from afar,
•	in case I have to pay some dues.
•	I thank them all, sun, moon and star.
•	
•	(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, November 28, 2010, 7:43 A.M.)
•	
•	1473
•	My Secret Swell Talk
•	
•	He would hope for a windy day,
•	when waves would dance upon the pond.
•	His magic trick he’d then display.
•	Ben Franklin used his cane as wand.
•	
•	What once was veiled became a fact.
•	The water calmed for all to see.
•	Oh what I’d give to watch the act
•	of that scientific devotee.
•	
•	Did he utter incantations,
•	while surface tension ceased turmoil?
•	Did he offer explanations?
•	(His cane contained a vial of oil).
•	
•	I’ve noticed in my many years,
•	the subtle winds of Humankind.
•	Small storms can often lead to tears,
•	as feelings dance upon the mind.
•	
•	Man needs to know what makes things smooth.
•	I’ve gathered some “magic” of my own.
•	Nature’s beauty helps me to soothe
•	those breezes that become full blown.
•	
•	My waves are seen by very few,
•	unlike old Ben,, who needed eyes.
•	And yet, perhaps, from Heaven’s view
•	ripples are watched by friends quite wise.
•	
•	Beauty invokes a joyful heart,
•	that knows which crests, or tides, to quell.
•	This test of Earth makes joy an art.
•	(and yes, for some, a science as well).
•	
•	(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, December 4, 2010  11:24  A.M.)
•	
•	1474
•	A Not-So-Fixed Point
•	
•	When some appear, some hide.
•	A face is just a side.
•	Three per glance. Never four,
•	although it owns three more.
•	With cubes, as life, it’s true.
•	Seeing’s a point of view.
•	
•	(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, December 5, 2010  12:26  P.M.)
•	
•	1475
•	The Magic Flute
•	
•	There will be love tonight.
•	Many will feel that Light.
•	Brotherhood plays it’s part.
•	The music will delight.
•	God whispers from the start,
•	while Mozart warms the heart.
•	
•	(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, December 5, 2010  2:22  P.M.)
•	
•	1476
•	For the Not Quite Lost at Christmas Time
•	
•	Sing now and trim your tree.
•	The happy life is free.
•	Unlike the store bought toy,
•	there is no charge for joy.
•	
•	Know now, when feelings frost,
•	Hope soars at little cost.
•	Choices create our day,
•	where all not-love must pay.
•	
•	Let mind tune-in to heart,
•	where lovers learn their art.
•	Ingratitude is wrong.
•	It shouts a painful song.
•	
•	Smile. Don’t wait for reasons.
•	Merry’s for all seasons.
•	Sadness is not worthwhile.
•	Make happiness your style.
•	
•	Know well someone loves you.
•	Live now that point of view,
•	where all good feelings flow.
•	The world needs you to glow.
•	
•	(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, December 12, 2010  5:18 P.M.)
•	
•	1477
•	The Human Mystery
•	
•	Some see them as good friends.
•	Some use them for their ends.
•	Most men care not to tell.
•	Good actors ply them well.
•	
•	Whence comes the Human mood?
•	Does moon feed attitude?
•	What will my next mood be?
•	Will it be kind to me?
•	
•	Does God want us in charge,
•	Or puppet-moods at large?
•	Our down-moods bring us pain.
•	Our up-moods keep us sane.
•	
•	The Plum Blossom would share
•	(that all who care may dare),
•	Through its late winter bloom,
•	To bar their door to gloom.
•	
•	The gateway of the heart,
•	Where up and down moods part,
•	Makes beauty of the mind
•	The key for Humankind.
•	
•	Beauty unveils what’s real.
•	Love has no hurt-appeal.
•	The joy of love’s success
•	Is our great happiness.
•	
•	(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, December 19, 2010  1:43  P.M.)
•	
•	1478
•	Our Special Place
•	
•	Home is the heart the place for mind,
•	to learn the art of Humankind.
•	For all and each, in times of care,
•	God gave us reach to grasp and share.
•	
•	Beautiful thought from inner space,
•	easily taught with warmth and grace.
•	Such joyfulness sweet and complete.
•	Such loveliness with each heart beat.
•	Home is the heart, the place for mind
•	to learn the art of Humankind.
•	
•	 (Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, December 20, 2010  6:40  A.M.)
•	
•	
•	1479
•	Holding On (2)
•	
•	Often in his warmest touch of thought,
•	he wished that she said yes.
•	A better catch was never caught
•	on Earth or Heaven yet.
•	
•	But in his dreams he courts her still,
•	with flowers and fragrances,
•	and all that heart could care to will
•	for one who’s holding on.
•	
•	His wishing, felt much less in years,
•	and yes, a tad less grey. 
•	No grief, no fears or aching tears,
•	love fills all empty spaces.
•	
•	Perhaps another life will find
•	their two hearts quite fulfilled.
•	Here’s hoping love can be that kind
•	as empty nights reach out for dawn.
•	
•	(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, December 23, 2010  1:34  P.M.)
•	
•	1480
•	When Santa Goes Home
•	
•	Some will be returning:
•	Those ties that won’t be worn;
•	The doll that just won’t sing;
•	That injured unicorn.
•	
•	But some will keep the joy
•	Our love can always find,
•	Beyond the latest toy,
•	Between quite nice and kind.
•	
•	Healthy and well sunlit,
•	Simple is solid-sound.
•	It holds a Soul-permit,
•	To sense God’s peace-profound.
•	
•	Here’s to more holidays
•	(and much more mistletoe),
•	To help us warm our ways,
•	And set our hearts aglow.
•	
•	(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, December 26, 2010  11:10  A.M.)
•	
•	1481
•	Galactic Santa
•	
•	I like to think, somewhere in space
•	(where heart schools mind), they give with grace.
•	Would we then find a kind old Soul,
•	Who keeps a list where Good is goal?
•	
•	Would children dream “their” Santa’s sleigh,
•	With presents full, is on its way?
•	Perhaps they hang some mistletoe
•	For lips to share their inner glow.
•	
•	I like to feel that God well taught
•	All life to think with giving thought.
•	It may well live within a tale,
•	That says be kind or go to jail.
•	
•	Most everywhere, beyond crude pride,
•	The Good will teach the joyful side,
•	Where giving lives (let it be told),
•	Heart beats are warm, and Good is gold.
•	
•	(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, December 25, 2010  9:30  A.M.)
•	
•	1482
•	Message to Myself (December 26, 2010)

All new and vast, and quite unknown,
The past is past. He’s on his own.
Perhaps a sigh colors his flight.
The butterfly escapes his night.

From storm to warm in our cocoon, 
we all transform and none too soon.
A step above and far beyond,
Fueled by love (heart’s magic wand)
We leave Mankind
for Humankind.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, December 26, 2010  7:09  A.M.)

1483
Things Inside Things

In rainbow order they appear,
as sun makes mood with atmosphere.

White clouds, at birth and death of day,
color and shade through Nature’s play.

It is, as if, they made a pact,
a tint for every bend exact.

A celebration for our sight,
that science calls a law of light.

Within the white they hide, we’re taught,
like nuances from lovely thought.

I think more beauty lies in wait
for subtle knocking at its gate.

Perhaps the heart can school the mind
to find the joy in Humankind.

Things inside things. Sure God must smile,
that some seek only what’s worthwhile.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, December 27, 2010  8:08  P.M.)

1484
Message To Myself (December 31, 2010)

From School of Heart, someday Mankind,
will learn the art of Humankind.
They’re not the same. One reasons cold,
for sex and fame, power and gold.

The other knows, in their sunrise,
great beauty glows loving and wise.
The news may yell: “Cold is winning,
and life is hell. Hate is grinning.”

Believe it not, and learn to smile.
Good’s always taught that life’s worthwhile.
Let your heart rule. Create your day.
Teach it in school. Joy is the way.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, December 31, 2010, 7:43 A.M.)

1485
Message To Myself (January 1, 2011)

The dawn gives every day its start.
Our choices improve or impair.
The beautiful still thrills the heart
with joyfulness beyond compare.
Harmony makes our lives quite sane,
but ugliness gives birth to pain.

By sunset most have heard the news.
The tally you can surely guess.
Headlines search out our dimmest views,
that make for them a great success.
Yet kindness flowed, babies were born,
and love helped those whose lives were torn.

Some turn, but not like Earth from Sun.
Longer are the lessons of night.
Hate, lust and greed seem never done.
Evil is known by its cruel light.
The purest pages of Mankind,
are when the heart embraces mind.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, January 1, 2011, 5:58  P.M.)

1486
On Man’s Warming

Perhaps the moon plays with our thought.
I would not be surprised.
Some love-not-more, for all they’re taught,
for most are ill advised.
Real love’s a world with strict access,
where care and virtue bring success.

All mind no heart, is thinking cold:
life’s a wintry season.
We need them both to find our gold:
the warming of reason.
The color blind describe the dawn:
where hues are there, but now they’re gone.

Our responses to life plant seeds:
quality is germane.
Powerful feelings fill our deeds:
not all have been quite sane.
Earth is a test to find God’s art,
hidden within our warmth of heart.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, January 2, 2011, 10:27   A.M.)

1487
Internal Advice

Yes, it’s ice cream, beyond a doubt,
I just can’t seem to do without.
Chocolate cake (our right of birth):
why did God make such joys on Earth?

Want becomes need (appetite-might).
Food thoughts, as seeds, contain delight.
Hawkers of food deluge my ears,
Creating mood, toying with fears.

They promise much to make me buy.
Their pitch is such to gag my “WHY?”.
Their main control  is how I feel.
They foul the Soul with their appeal.

Emotions scheme “Don’t battle bulge!”.
They’ve just one theme. “Indulge!. Indulge!”.
Sure it’s my test, my path to slim,
in my old quest to keep quite trim.

I have been taught (living can teach),
a bridge of thought extends my reach.
To keep hope bold and greed at bay
(to break the mold, and light the way),

I asked my heart would it bestow
that slimming art the scale will show,
from frown to grin (go jump and shout),
what to take-in. What to take-out.
It shared the knack, a fast to fix.
The time to snack – “not after six.”.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, January 11, 2011, 5:52  P.M.)

1488
Some Things That Delight

Small birds in flight. A butterfly.
Solar insight. Space beyond sky.
Harvest moon glow. Plants that flower.
All smiles that flow. Love’s kind power.

Striking sunsets. Warm pastel dawns.
All faithful pets. Does and their fawns.
Beauty in heart. A wished-on star.
Surely God’s art is near and far.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, January 15, 2011  7:46  A.M.)

1489
Besides Throwing the Switch, We Also Blow Things Up

Colors warm wintry nights.
Santa waves all agrin.
Along with Christmas lights,
inflatables are in.

When Santa springs a leak,
it’s not a stretch to think
(due to a trying week),
he’s had too much to drink.

He’s best when full of air,
yet when unattended,
falls in empty despair,
flattened and un-mended.

Soon to be put away,
to warm our future cold.
“Pump not pack” some hearts say,
but mind is not that bold.

So few will wonder “why”,
and less “if right or wrong”.
Habits refuse to die.
Tradition makes them strong.

Most Santa thoughts just fly,
as we start each New Year.
Perhaps most hope, some try,
to keep love warm and near.

Some use their warmth of heart,
to bridge that gap in glow.
They’ve touched upon God’s art,
that lets good feelings flow.

The loving share their grace.
The school of heart is sane.
Heartbeats know well God’s pace.
They heal and give no pain.

Let us not fall empty,
saving love for seasons.
A heart quite full and free
warms our wintry reasons.

Like leaves absorbing sun,
love nourishes the mind
(invisible yet fun),
to vitalize Mankind.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, January 16, 2011  3:27  P.M.)

1490
K622, The Clarinet Concerto: 1791

The final year (and yes still poor),
with melancholy clarinet,
His heart spoke out forever more,
in music, mind cannot forget.

Some say it is, from God, a gift,
the most exquisite and refined,
granting that hearts, with joy, uplift,
to soothe and warm Man’s troubled mind.

Reed spirals over double reed
(Clarinet takes flight from Bassoon).
Subtlety  born of notes and speed,
echoing Soul’s magnetic tune.

Adagio seeks its Maker.
Violins counterpoint the way.
They interject and then concur.
Sure the Divine knows how to play.

Reeds dance delightfully with strings.
Their cheerful refrain brings a smile.
Surely musicians earn their wings.
Well done. Mozart would say – worthwhile.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, January 22, 2011  8:30  P.M.)

1491
Ripple Talk

The ancient wise ones taught,
that ripples find their way
(from the smallest of thought),
to others put in play.

Each crossing yields a find.
Some spiral makes a start,
be it cruel or kind.
How much mind? How much heart?

From there the mix will grow,
for us to reap in time –
Most quickly or quite slow,
criminal or sublime.

Perhaps Man’s thought garden
would shock beyond belief,
on seeing where and when
less love is sown than grief.

More than a pleasant goal,
love’s our way out of pain.
It’s spirals will enroll
the thinker with the sane.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, January 23, 2011  1:51 P.M.)

1492
Good-Learning Is God Smart

The World would have us sad,
filling space with sorrow,
happy to be quite mad,
poisoning tomorrow.

Down-advice leads to pain,
although it may sound right.
The loveless life’s not sane.
Let there be joyous light.

Let it warm every heart.
(Never the Soul annoy).
Good-learning is God-smart.
The gift of love is joy.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, January 27, 2011 5:03 A.M.)

1493
My Declaration Of Independence

I strive to leave no room,
for anger, doom, and gloom:
and all that brings me down,
by turning smile to frown.
For sure they’re not my friends,
who seek un-joyful ends.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, January 27, 2011  4:30 A.M.)

1494
My Great Un-Scheme

Shall I seek the honest,
or simply the sincere?
Is deceptionless best?
Their meanings are so near.

Dictionaries can teach
(hopefully un-confuse).
Clarity’s within reach,
waiting for me to choose.

The wise learn to define,
the notions they express,
cheerfully and benign,
without drama or stress.

Diogenes could say,
quite naked in his light,
through Soul’s symbolic way,
if trust, in Man, be bright.

That glimmer become gleam,
I strive within my heart,
to douse each dim-lit scheme
(or snuff them at their start).

Someday my common-sense,
striving to warmly know,
which thoughts give least offense,
will fan, then fire, my glow.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, January 29, 2011  12:05 P.M.)

1495
Dream Lover Talk

Sure this will bring a smile,
to all who share love’s dream,
beyond plot and beguile,
beyond the selfish scheme.

Dream lovers are quite real,
with hearts that serve Mankind.
They strengthen the ideal.
They warm the chilling mind.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, January 30, 2011  6:46 A.M.)

1496
The Thought Pond

A thought-pebble
can be considered
or unconsidered.

It can be
beneficial or
non-beneficial.

The unconsidered thought
contains
unconsidered ripples.

Unconsidered ripples
invoke
unexpected responses.

The intersection of ripples
creates
the future.

The future can be
considered or
un-considered.

It can be
beneficial or
non-beneficial.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, January 30, 2011  8:43 A.M.)

1497
Message To Myself (January 30, 2011)

Love keeps those all quite sane,
who know well God’s great art.
Real learning comes with pain,
as mind resists the heart.

Both coming and going
we die to Heaven and Earth.
Joy is in the knowing.
The price of death is birth.

Will our cheerfulness wink,
upon arrival day,
or our fearfulness blink
at the price all must pay?

Man brews himself a storm,
discerning pleasure’s role,
and after his reform,
knows God in part or whole.

It won’t be done in one,
but lifetimes many more,
where his moon blocks his sun,
hard planting his encore.

From another season,
he harvests deeds misspent.
Knowing not the reason,
he thinks he’s innocent.

Love keeps those all quite sane,
who know well God’s great art.
Real learning comes with pain,
as mind resists the heart.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, January 30, 2011  12:11 P.M.)

1498
Message To Myself (February 3, 2011)

With words, Man likes to play.
To me it seems so odd,
that some are quick to say,
“There is no proof of God!”

And with a turn of mind,
others cannot resist,
(in tones quite short of kind),
“Prove God does not exist!”

When the mind answers “Why”,
the school of heart has taught,
no proof will satisfy
polarity of thought.

Mind wants fortune and fame,
and in its vanity,
has willed to hurt and blame,
when others disagree.

Yes mind needs heart for sure.
Without it life is pain.
Love is the common cure.
It renders Man most sane.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, February 3, 2011  8:49 A.M.)

1499
Reflection On Refraction

Not from the crude I hear it’s wise,
To feel the mood of Earth’s sunrise.
The rainbow waits within the ray,
Then celebrates the start of day.

Pre-dawn pastel, color from light,
Helps beauty quell dark-dreams of night.
The waking birds hen serenade,
Beyond all words, beyond Man-made.
Not from the crude I hear it’s wise,
To feel the mood of Earth’s sunrise.

1500
Message To Myself (February 6, 2011)

Listen some do, when others share
their point of view.  Some even care.
But most just don’t. Their un-concern
just wills-to-won’t, with mind adjourn.
Some give a slight with words unkind.
Some are polite (much more refined).
With great delight some will confuse.
Have we heard right? (Sure that’s old news).

What is the key? Who shall we hear?
Who’s error free? Who to keep near?
Sixty-seven  (my age that prays),
friends in Heaven will teach their ways.
We’ll learn mind fails without love’s art,
that truth prevails when warmed by heart.
We’ll never fear or think it odd,
when we revere what’s taught by God.

Now some will say (for most don’t know),
“What light of day displays such glow.”
Virtue with grace and sincere smile,
will set the pace for life worthwhile.
That we rejoice, may we include,
in every choice, a loving mood.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, February 6, 2011  10:36 A.M.)

1501
Valentine-Talk (1)

Nothing so great happens in life
to consecrate our Human strife,
as when heart dares to intimate
how much it cares to help create
a loving mood, then celebrate,
with gratitude, Man’s urge to mate.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, February 13, 2011  11:22 A.M.)

1502
For The Hierarchy Of Light

From God to Earth, your string of hearts,
of unknown worth, with love imparts,
that we may know the joyful way,
with inner glow from beauty’s play,
convincing mind that good is sane:
teaching Mankind to heal its pain.
May we exude our gratitude.
May no dark schemes enter our dreams.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, February 15, 2011  9:12 A.M.)

1503
Invisible Nurtures Visible

Discernment taught a better way.
What was not thought is fact today.
Inside the leaf sun likes to play.

So all  do feed on rays unseen
(a taste indeed of God’s cuisine).
What else, take heed, is not foreseen?

Of subtle care, and subtle worth,
from solar air to planet Earth,
we’re now aware subtle gives birth.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, February 17, 2011  10:39 A.M.)

1504
Snow-Talk

Large wet flakes are falling.
Will they accumulate?
First will be snow-balling.
(The snowman knows to wait).

It really was great fun.
Our faces seemed to glow.
Snow never blocked my sun,
some sixty years ago.

Now sidewalks hold a slip.
Un-shoveled, they contain,
a broken-bone back-flip
(memories long with pain).

My senior vacations,
simply do not include,
higher elevations,
with snowy altitudes.

Time has un-warmed it seems,
the joy of fallen snow,
preserved in playful dreams,
some sixty years ago.

Truth is, I’ve always felt
those quiet snow-filled days,
but prudence waits the melt
of winter’s hurtful ways.

Yet place there is in heart,
for clean white days of joy,
when God displayed His art,
to this once awe-struck boy.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, February 22, 2011  10:39 A.M.)

1505
First-Love Talk

Surely God’s art is not for mind,
but for the heart of Humankind.
Man touched that light with love’s first glow,
warming his night of long ago.

License to learn (training to teach),
as we discern, we warm our reach.
It echoes now as it did then,
and we, somehow, will love again.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, February 24, 2011  8:30 A.M.)

1506
Message To Myself (February 25, 2011)

Beauty is wise, our finest choice.
The smart advise rejoice, rejoice!
Smile now. Think spring. Color it all.
Dwell not nor sing the frown of Fall..
Transmute the strife. Your joy will tell.
Lovely is life. Know it quite well!

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, February 25, 2011  8:15 A.M.)

1507
Message To Myself (February 26, 2011)

Thoughts become things, the wise ones say.
What the mind brings seeds every day.
Fine thoughts will grace. Rough thoughts will teach.
We know not place nor time for each.
Choose to rejoice beyond the why.
Discern the choice, pick and apply.

Learn from mistakes. Re-think and know,
gratitude makes a loving glow.
Thoughts become things, the wise ones say.
What the mind brings seeds every day.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, February 26, 2011  8:42 A.M.)

1508
Hidden May Well Be Best

Star-stuff is quite enough.
So far, at least, we find,
invisible, yet tough,
our sub-atomic bind.

Five senses leave unsure:
with things not seen, we deal.
We blow up and we cure,
and do not know what’s real.

What tools must we employ
to “sense” our finest part,
that nucleon of joy,
sub-hiding in our heart.

It overlaps perhaps
(beyond particle plays),
far off our Earthly maps,
where love knows all Gods ways.

Undiscovered, as yet,
Soul has a subtle code,
for finer times, I’ll bet,
when sane is Man’s abode.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, February 27, 2011  9:08 A.M.)

1509
For The Mother Of Agni Yoga

Virtue connects the virtuous.
Brotherhood shines a joyous light.
From your heart beats on Earth
we benefit.

May we dwell in beauty.
May we love one another.
May we find God’s art
in the purity of heart.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, February 27, 2011  9:57 A.M.)

1510
The Santa Symbol

The fragrance hints
of the nectar.

Santa reminds.

The joy of love conquers
(within and without).

Lover
of the Higher Light.

Fearless
for the Common Good.

Grateful
to serve.

Old-Red-Cheeks knows
the heart that glows.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, February 27, 2011  11:28 A.M.)

1511
Humidity Precipitates Humility

Sun on ocean. Water in air.
Nature’s motion demands our care.
Not seen with eye until excess,
then clouded sky can make a mess..

Heat calls for rain. Cold dictates snow.
What karmic pain will ride the flow?
The wise have taught, and always teach,
quality thought lies in our reach.
Think forever. Life’s in the choice.
We make weather. Weep or rejoice.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, March 1, 2011  7:58 A.M.)

1512
Message To Myself (March 1, 2011)

How many now have lost their way?
Our learning may just cause us pain.
Our yesterdays exact their pay.
What did those countless thoughts contain?
Desire, unfulfilled, years to play.
Imagined offenses of the vain,
stir the angry fires of decay,
while greed’s disguise is almost sane.

The wise are qualified to teach,
what our Earth schools rarely have taught.
Subtle creates beyond our reach.
Some thoughts we crown, some we impeach.
We live the quality of thought.
Only discernment can un-breach.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, March 1, 2011  1:18 P.M.)

1513
Duck Pond Talk

Not much it takes to set me right.
Feeding the ducks works fine.
Nature uplifts. The heart takes flight.
(Bring bread for them to dine).

Perhaps we are too much with news.
It seems to make our day.
Reactions to another’s views,
authors an angry play.

The world needs to feed the ducks now:
to hear the quacks and smile;
to cherish Nature with a vow,
to make all life worthwhile.

For sure time-outs are by design.
We need a place to go,
to redefine and realign,
while learning how we glow.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, March 4, 2011  6:12 A.M.)

1514
Shapes Make Landscapes

Multiformity guards the way.
Many forms play their part.
Which flowers were planted today,
in the garden of your heart?

Sure beauty grows through shapely choice,
as Man’s great enterprise.
Heart gardens help us to rejoice.
We know this as God-wise.

We redesign and realign.
Experience will show,
in all our choosing to refine,
the heart knows how to glow.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, March 8, 2011  8:38 A.M.)

1515
Vanity: The Exit Game

As vanity makes sense,
our quality goes numb.
As Man forgets prudence,
rude and crude bang their drum.
Each breath is burdensome,
as truth becomes pretense.
Good thought is overcome.
Confusion is immense.
Caution without courage.
Courage without caution.
When Ego takes the stage,
our moon soon hides our sun.
Vanity leads to pain,
and life lives on less sane.

 (Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, March 8, 2011  12:45  P.M.)

1516
Message To Myself (March 20, 2011)

Too much or not enough?
It seems life lives that way.
Polarities are tough.
Balance is rare at play.

Extremes have four children.
Their actions lead to pain.
Hug them never again.
They draw no breath that’s sane.

That said, we hold them dear.
Our ignorance will test.
Vanity, greed and fear,
conspire to do their best.

Our joy will not advise,
that mind, with these, make friends.
It’s simply quite-unwise
(and hard to make amends).

May mind be schooled in care.
May prudence play its part.
Show quietly to share,
calm loves a joyful heart.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, March 8, 2011  8:38 A.M.)

1517
Man’s Best Dream

In You the unspoken,
life knows your smile.
In You the unbroken,
life knows Your style.

May all be discerning,
with thankful glow,
joyful for the learning,
loving the flow.

As mind becomes grateful,
heart knows the way.
In You the un-hateful,
love lives today.

Our next-breath gratitude,
devoid of scheme,
reveals our greatest mood,
and Man’s best dream

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, March 23, 2011  7:54 A.M.)

1518
Unforgettable

Every kiss,
worthy wife,
every warm touch,
every embracing pleasure,
tender moments worthwhile.
I remember,
and smile.

Joyful heartbeats,
two became one.
An achievement
in harmony
and fun.
I remember,
and smile.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, March 24, 2011  7:34 A.M.)

1519
Message To Myself (March 26, 2011)

In striving to achieve,
experience, I trust,
has taught most to unweave
(to back-off and adjust).

For sure some goals demand
re-thinking cherished dreams,
in order to expand,
and yes, avoid extremes.

Beyond crude, rude and pride,
Mankind must persevere,
with patience well applied,
in all that’s held most dear.

Discernment is not new.
Good choices make less pain.
Thought content is the clue.
Create what keeps Man sane.

That heart’s within our reach,
the wise have ever told.
True quality will teach.
Brotherly love is gold.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, March 24, 2011  7:34 A.M.)

1520
Our Trick Of Light

Illusions dare to teach the mind.
How God must care to help Mankind.
Sun rays combine with atmosphere,
in sky design (Earth’s blue veneer).

If not for this stars would convene
the great abyss, a day-night scene.
Yes, sky must stay. We have our needs,
To learn God’s way, then do God’s deeds.

There’s more to light than Man may know.
Heart heals our sight that love may glow.
Here’s to growing love’s subtle dream,
then to knowing God’s subtle theme.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, March 27, 2011  11:32 A.M.)

1521
When Heart Warms Mind

Sure it’s a sign, when heart warms mind,
a valentine for Humankind.
No finer way so say the wise.
Make love your play. Make heart your prize.

History shows that mind needs heart.
Cruelty flows without God’s art.
Crude has its needs. Not-love will fight.
Chilling are deeds that hate the light.

The road to sane is gratitude.
Planting less pain is love’s prelude.
Sure it’s a sign, when heart warms mind,
a valentine for Humankind.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, April 3, 2011  7:48 A.M.)

1522
Loving-Wise

At sixty eight, I’d like to say,
more gratitude could save the day.
Our next heart beat would be a start,
then every beat of every heart.

Sure some would think this all quite odd,
that heart be used in thanks to God.
Yet death is known to warm our glow,
to make our fast a calming slow.
The quality of pulse is prize.
Grateful, my friend, is loving-wise.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, April 7, 2011  9:08 A.M.)

1523
The View Less Taken

Your dawning beautifies our sight.
Yours is a sunny warming art.
Your love is a drop of delight.
Joyful ripples expand the heart.

The Universe becomes quite small,
when once is sensed Your magnitude.
We learn to stand within our crawl.
Merry’s the mood of gratitude.

Birds serenade this caring view.
Our times on Earth prove well worthwhile.
Our landscape takes a subtle hue,
when inner sets the outer smile.

It’s not a tale that’s never told.
A loving-will can be quite strong.
Where love is worth much more than gold,
the prudent sing a joyous song.

 (Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, April 10, 2011  7:37 A.M.)

1524
The Eye Of Our Hurricane

There is a space, where calm prevails,
with kindly pace and no tall-tales.
Not all will find its hidden door.
The un-calm mind ever wants more.

World greed demands, yet heart will share.
Beauty expands, and Soul knows care.
At sixty eight my love is strong.
I have no hate. I do no wrong.

It’s not a brag, just gratitude.
(Don’t give a wag for rude and crude).
The world, of course, will go its way,
forgetting Source, and seeking play.

It’s a yearning. Pleasure endears.
It’s a learning, refined by tears.
Wish all the best for life worthwhile.
Earth is a test to find our smile.

 (Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, April 17, 2011  11:13 A.M.)

1525
To The Joyless

The sun still shines. (Earth turns away).
Our love defines our Earthly stay.
Life has a prize, hidden in heart.
So say the wise, who love God’s art.
They’ve always taught, through every smile,
dawn is a thought. Beauty’s worthwhile.

Not beyond reach, good feelings share
(and dare to teach), love learns from care.
Paint your sunrise. Color it smart.
So say the wise, who love God’s art.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, April 23, 2011  7:22 A.M.)

1526
Great Poems Reach

It has its place, that put-down read,
that angry pace must share its speed.
Disjointed thought, no rhyming art –
I’d rather not, though some be smart.

Rhythm feels nice, while echoes play.
Subtle adds spice, (Prudence can stay).
Great poems reach, beyond our pain,
where smiles can teach, where love makes sane.
There we may find, and warmly know,
heart instructs mind that Man may glow.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, April 24, 2011  8:48 A.M.)

1527
Message To Myself (April 29, 2011)

It takes a while to learn the art,
then plant a smile within your heart.
As we reflect on our past years,
most can expect both tears and cheers.
High hopes we had, and dreams of wealth,
yet settled glad for better health.

We want to learn what future brings,
but few discern that thoughts are things.
Each one is seed. (Go think and sow).
We are the deed. (Choose well and glow).
In every way find that great light
which fills your day with calm delight.
Beauty transcends the rude and crude.
Hate recommends less gratitude.
It takes a while to learn the art,
then plant a smile within your heart.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, April 29, 2011  10:37 A.M.)

1528
Message To Myself (May 2, 2011)

Lovers advise, warm feelings find,
“Never’s the wise that chills the mind”.
Love’s ever taught kindness is sane.
Hate’s every thought oozes with pain.
Harvest each deed heart has to share.
Love is a seed planted with care.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, May 2, 2011  7:09 A.M.)

1529
I Am Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.

Here my purple sage shares its hue,
with Palo Verde’s yellow bloom,
and Mexican Petunia blue.
Sonoran beauty can un-tomb.

Orange hovers above aloe.
My sun-lit Bougainvilla red
shows me in my more pleasant glow.
Yet, still, you sense my summer dread.

Some will stay calm. Many will rage.
May through July hosts my dry heat.
Triple digits then set my stage.
What egg won’t fry on my concrete?

In August I will call Gulf rain.
Cumulus clouds, as thunderheads,
plot to inflict my monsoon pain.
Children and pets flee to their beds.

My lightning loves to dance and play.
My sunsets color well my sky.
Hohokam-whispers fill my day.
Saguaros pretend not to sigh.

Snow birds know my winter’s ideal.
Autumn through spring reap gratitude.
Golfers endorse my great appeal.
Weather affects my every mood.

Many enjoy my South West style.
Winter without the snow and ice.
Perhaps you’ll find me quite worthwhile.
Summer’s my price for paradise.

 (Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, May 12, 2011  10:44 A.M.)

1530
The Calm In The Wind

Now science could, no doubt, explain,
with some facts and some care,
why the eye of the hurricane
maintains a calm quite rare.
But will it timely help that guy
who dwells one step away,
from the whirlpool edge of the eye,
where chaos rules the day?
Our internal storm greatly grows,
with choices un-informed.
From lack of knowledge pain does flow,
no matter how performed.
The kiss of life is knowledge true,
but calm’s a kinder point of view.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, May 18, 2011  6:52 A.M.)

1531
When Mind Hears Heart

Surely we know, in no small way,
why love must glow to heal our play.
World commotion shows Human stress
(all emotion and no caress).

When Man thinks mind is all he needs,
it’s then we find in-human deeds.
When mind hears heart there’s far less pain.
(Now there’s an art to keep us sane).

Daring to care is Human-stuff,
not quite so rare, and not so tough.
Surely we know, in no small way,
why love must glow to heal our play.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, May 23, 2011  4:08 A.M.)

1532
Why Beauty?

That beauty leads to joy is known,
as panacea for Mankind.
No ugliness is our keystone.
A joyful heart means Man-refined.

Our ugly thoughts make ugly deeds.
Our ugly feelings dim our dreams.
Our ugly whisper quite misleads,
to sad extremes and darkened schemes.

Don’t think it hard to beautify.
Life’s harder yet with ugliness.
Most sorrows stem from why we die.
Let your next breath be happiness.

That beauty leads to joy is known,
as panacea for Mankind.	
No ugliness is our keystone.
A joyful heart means Man-refined.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, May 24, 2011  7:24 A.M.)

1533
Our Gratitude Is Not Enough

Think this not crude, not rude, nor rough:
our gratitude is not enough.
And yet its spark delivers well
minds dim, or dark, from pleasure’s spell.

Earth cannot hold this thankful light,
as hearts make bold their fight with night.
Living has taught, in every age,
Man’s grateful thought replaces rage.

To care it leads, where love presides,
to wash our deeds of selfish tides.
Such care will teach our love extends,
beyond our reach, beyond all ends.

We feel that glow, that warmth complete,
where love will flow with each heartbeat.
Love must convey, and yet conceal,
Man’s inner way to Man-ideal.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, May 24, 2011  7:24 A.M.)

1534
Astrogalus

Its pinnate leaves feed all,
early Spring and late Fall.
Its sweet-pea form presides,
but what a storm it hides.
This green meal in the snow
just waits to dim a glow.
Swainsonine poison serves
affecting many nerves.

It’s known, this “Locoweed”,
to stagger and impede.
It sets a crazy course,
for cattle, sheep and horse.
It makes the Nanny Goat
tremble for antidote.
Antelope, elk and deer
get “pea-struck” quite severe.

No warning to suspect,
one learns in retrospect.
All stages, every part,
practice their toxic art.
A message to Mankind?
Some plants are quite unkind.
Guard your health (and your dreams).
Not all is what it seems.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, May 31, 2011  11:16 A.M.)

1535
Procrastinator

What does he feel? What does he dream?
He’s consistent to an extreme.
In a world of change, he loves delays.
His thoughts postpone in countless ways.
How he hesitates to aspire.
“Change for the sake of change will tire”.
Just what appeal makes it ideal?
What does such a habit conceal?

Is it a fear, or lasting mood?
In putting-off does he elude?
Is he reaping that which he sowed?
(Code-speak for potholes in his road).
A shock perhaps from distant past
molded this un-enthusiast.
His future fades in his mistrust.
(Inertia stalls the most robust).

What perceived pleasure would entice?
What wisdom? What healing advice?
Can love reach out, like fine perfume
to neutralize his private gloom?
Heart holds treasures that Man must find.
(Mind without heart is quite unkind).
Let us judge them not, those that pause.
We all have one too many flaws.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, June 7, 2011  8:25 A.M.)

1536
For The Love Of Slim

Let us call them “dieters of the mind”.
They wisely see the thought before the sin.
Their success is of a different kind.
It glows in their “No-need-to-diet” grin.
Perhaps God did not invent the diet.
Maybe moderation was his sole choice,
but there, some are curiously quiet.
It’s in our come-back-striving we rejoice.
When will balance beautify Human dreams?
The physical is still frosting our cake.
Unbalanced habits excite to extremes.
The moderate are labeled un-awake.
We talk not here of them whose genes keep trim,
but thought discipline and the love of slim.

 (Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, June 11, 2011  6:54 A.M.)

1537
Never On A Sunday (1)

Never on a Sunday,
and nothing after six.
Will my fasting out-weigh
Man’s dietary tricks?

Well, I’m feeling taller.
Each pound-lost makes new lows.
Yes, my belly’s smaller,
yet still can’t see my toes.

I battle appetite.
“Won’t-power” makes me thin.
“Too little may be right”.
So says my slimming grin.

At this some are aghast,
with theories to stand-down.
They’re troubled with my fast.
They want my grin to frown.

To me it’s all a quest
(Man’s portions and potions).
I wish them all the best
with sweets and with notions.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, June 11, 2011  6:54 A.M.)

1538
Deliciously Thin?

With a great longing for our waists,
some foods tempt palates to desire
Delightful aromas and tastes.
Pounds are so easy to acquire.

If only mind would hear the heart,
what’s on the plate would cause less weight.
Moderation would be our art,
and we would carry far less freight.

But can Must-Have! Ever obey,
or will it remain defiant,
as Slim takes charge to rule the day,
and make our Must-Eat! Compliant?

I’ll take the chocolates and ice creams.
(To bet on what’s sane may just lose).
Old habits infiltrate our dreams,
and lull to sleep our will to choose.

How did our habits become strong?
Who gave them the power to win?
Who taught them how to sing their song?
Who let them imprison our Thin?

For some it’s a nagging concern.
(They’re looking for a tougher mood).
For them Must-Eat! Must now adjourn,
grateful for food, but not un-shrewd.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thuursday, June 16, 2011  6:27 A.M.)

1539
Joyful Science

Hide in white light. Wait for the mist.
When sun is right art will persist.
Prism-droplet with angled sun,
in rare duet make rainbows fun.

In compliance warm hearts will find,
joyful science awaits Mankind.
Light-Painter knows life seems worthwhile,
when not-seen glows in post-storm smile.

The un-wise teach defiant moods
won’t dim our reach with attitudes.
The well dimmed day shows no sun beams.
(No rainbows play in darkened dreams).
May we all learn how to forgive,
as we discern where rainbows live.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, June 17, 2011  9:50 A.M.)

1540
When The Sun Caresses The Mist

A delightful manifestation shares
the far subtle workings of life supreme.
Through the laws created by One who cares,
great beauty fills our hearts, as in a dream.

Science says it’s circular from the air,
but from the surface, ground gets in the way.
The angle lives to color Nature’s pair.
So sun and mist give birth to rainbow play.

Perhaps our best feelings are born the same.
The mist is our tears, and the sun our heart.
The angle is perspective without blame.
Rainbows are love that inspire (art quite smart).

Man’s future is response based on desire.
With quality thought beauty strives and glows.
Of all knowledge to find and then acquire,
know this: in the dark, there are no rainbows.

Impossible no less in heart than sky.
Only mornings and afternoons reveal.
Our love-light understands beyond the why.
With joyful confidence refine and heal.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, June 21, 2011  9:01 A.M.)

1541
Message To Myself (June 21, 2011)

Discernment’s the high side of smart, 
a skill that’s most desired.
Spotting deception is an art,
quite painfully acquired.

Without it life is but extremes.
No balance means no brake.
Who can preserve beautiful dreams,
and not know real from fake?

Heart composes joyful measures,
prudent, grateful and kind.
The map to God-hidden treasures
lies not in Man’s cold mind.

When warmed by love, thought learns to heal.
Dawn waits with keen insight.
Only charity can reveal
Humanity’s great light.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 26, 2011  8:07 A.M.)

1542
That Love, Again, May Glow

Past-lovers, they say can, with grace,
create great future fire
(star-destined for further embrace),
to comfort and inspire.

Delightful glances then confide,
two hearts have smiled hello.
Moonlight kisses will soon preside,
that love, again, may glow.

Warm your future with love today.
Lifetimes are made for heart.
Incarnations are here to stay.
Learn now to ply God’s art.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, June 30, 2011  10:52 A.M.)

1543
July Fourth Talk (2011)

Two hundred and thirty five years ago,
to highlight and reflect a mighty day,
A spark of freedom ignited a glow.
Franklin and friends forever changed our play.
Thank you for your perseverance and pain.
I see the password written on each heart.
“Adjust”, it says. “Our freedom is quite sane.”
God, courage and harmony keep us smart.
Is not such prudence our sole protection?
Can fear, greed and disrespect keep Man free?
History favors by close inspection:
so much more of “We”, so much less of “Me”.
The un-free can’t treasure the weight of bold.
Their quaking measure is karmic and cold.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, July 4, 2011  8:13 A.M.)

1544
Beyond Santa Talk

It might just be a soccer ball,
a pretty dress, or baby doll.
Santa lives in a hope not rare,
one, more than the young dare to share.

Perhaps Santa is an echo
of scripture’s most familiar glow.
Ask and you will receive’s an art
plied by many a grown-up heart.

Let us choose well for future days.
Ask now for love and its kind ways.
When Man’s agrin, God rejoices.
Only darkness mourns love-choices.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, July 15, 2011  6:17 A.M.)

1545
My Friend Is Eighty Plus

His story’s like a tale
all times more true than tall.
Not many lift that veil.
(For friends he may recall).

He’s happy to discern
in life, book, art and rhyme.
How many do and learn
so much in one lifetime.

From Shakespeare to Wagner,
from Plato to Monet,
he’s a world traveler
of diplomatic play.

Captained his Rugby team.
Connoisseur of fine wines.
Held in most high esteem—
Freemasonry refines.

Jungle and desert fox
(if exploits could be told).
To some a paradox,
a Soul gentle and bold.

Climber of mountains still,
in mind as well as heart.
A cup with more to fill.
How does one get that smart.

Of course there’s more to share,
but would the world believe?
As courage learns to care,
love and honor achieve.

The Great Architect’s smile
Illumines my friend’s dawn.
Such life is well worthwhile.
Strive-on, my friend. Strive-on!

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, July 17, 2011  11:32 A.M.)

1546
From November 2000

Soon  it will be eleven years.
Each of those days, in quiet cheers,
a member of the Human Race
has occupied a place in space.

Now the son of Mir and Skylab,
with Shuttle as a taxi-cab,
has hosted many since its birth
so far above this planet Earth.

Is there a new age approaching,
or is it Man still encroaching?
A bet on both would surely win.
Free-will, it seems, avoids no sin.

Skylab fell in seventy-nine.
To maintain orbit true and fine,
let’s hope we learn more  law
(and weed our every errant flaw).

What will we do in twenty-two:
a bigger and better scenic view?
Maybe we’ll see more go around,
as stepping stones, not homeward bound.

I like to think all that patience,
launched into space-station science,
will fortify, in every way,
those the future invites to stay..

Stations and character both show
orbital darkness tests our glow.
Grit can be earned most anywhere.
Not fear, but prudence strives with care.

Decades from this, my drying ink
(for God perhaps a smile or wink),
may space efforts remain a gift.
Always for good. Never adrift.

May waterfalls and mountain streams
still decorate delightful dreams.
May joyful actions warm their goals,
and quality thoughts warm their Souls.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, July 29, 2011  9:30 A.M.)

1547
The Annual Rescue Of Phoenix

Our monsoon hides in summer air,
invisible until,
Earth-dry needs clouds to form and share
(a mighty thirst to fill).

Some are, for sure, un-tuned to rain.
“Water is just for play”.
Ungrateful, they mostly complain,
how monsoon spoils their day.

Perhaps they need a monsoon-drought:
a Southwest Dry unkind.
Man’s unknowingness floods with doubt
de-energizing mind.

The world will teach them soon enough.
No need to be un-smart.
We all, in ways, are crude and rough,
with more to learn from heart.

Then there are those on bended knee,
with silent words that glow,
thinking their thanks as though set free.
Joyful is the rainbow.

Water from air, to most, seems odd,
but here’s the story bold:
Science brings some closer to God.
The rest just pan for gold.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, July 31, 2011  7:26 A.M.)

1548
He That Is Reindeer Quick

My mistletoe may bring
kisses that let me know,
giving is forgiving.
Love has its special glow.

Sometimes I may forget
the love of Old-Red-Cheeks.
For sure I do regret
self-serving days and weeks.

Santa recalls to mind
what giving is for heart.
It’s warm, as well as kind,
and makes us healing smart.

So call him what you like,
Kris Kringle or Saint Nick,
the one that brings the bike,
or he that’s reindeer quick.

The caring is the same.
The giving is the prize.
Know now the Santa game
is wisdom for the wise.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, July 31, 2011  9:30 A.M.)

1549
Morning Prayer-Poem

May my heart ever teach my mind:
my future’s what I choose today.
May choices be caring and kind.
May loving-prudence point the way.
May my service to Mankind show,
that my joy never ceased to flow.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, July 31, 2011  11:54 A.M.)

1550
Sweet-Heart Talk

Now science knows what lovers feel1.
What quickened pulse and thought reveal.
Man’s loving vibes make Man less tense.
Lab tests confirm our common sense.
Cocoa echoes, by inspection,
our chemistry of affection.
We lovers know God’s sweet design.
(Chocolate warms our valentine).
Now science knows what sweet-hearts know.
Affection makes us Humans glow.

Note: Phenylethylamine, dopamine, and norepinephrine

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, August 7, 2011  10:53 A.M.)

1551
Message To Myself (August 10. 2011)

To heroes and those that do right,
I wish great joy and much more Light.
We all have things we need to do,
from loving old to starting new.

My story is a fighting tale,
(not with my fists, but with my scale).
It’s punch and jab for countless rounds.
A lack of will’s a win for pounds.

Pain teaches well what Man must choose.
Be angry and you always lose.
Blaming’s inflaming that’s for sure.
Forgiving is a mighty cure.

Charity gives a freeing mood,
but diet is an attitude.
Remember when it comes to treats
be kind to self does not mean sweets.
Find clean rewards the tongue tastes not.
The ones the wise have gladly taught.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, August 10, 2011  11:45 A.M.)

1552
The Twinkle Tells the Tale

In her season of senior Light,
Here’s the reason for her delight.
The story’s old. Some think it odd,
With far less gold, and much more God.

Better the thought that love may flow.
The wise well taught that Man may glow.
Quality reigns. Choose and rejoice.
Mark well the gains. Joy’s in the choice.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, August 12, 2011  12:21 A.M.)

1553
Stock-Talk (1)

Don’t let the many frowns
dictate your trading day.
Stocks have their ups and downs.
Markets are just that way.

Profits can be quite real.
Losses may manifest.
Gold’s magnetic appeal
makes greed a worthy test.

Choose well to buy and sell,
with data and a graph,
but at the closing bell,
it’s time to smile and laugh.

Desire can dim the Light.
Spending can make you poor.
How much would be just right?
Pleasure always wants more.

Experience has taught:
patience avoids much pain.
Prudence cannot be bought.
Less greed keeps Man more sane.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, August 14, 2011  6:30 A.M.)

1554
The Joy Of Love Is Real

Beauty reveals the way,
through aesthetic pleasure,
to gather every day
Mankind’s greatest treasure.

The joy of love is real.
We know this from the heart,
where life becomes ideal: 
quite wise, quite strong, quite smart.

True knowing’s a glowing
that lights the eyes and face.
Happy is the showing
that earns and learns with grace.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, August 16, 2011  8:30 A.M.)

1555
A Holy Of Holies

Besides their love of gold,
Egyptian temples old
preserved within their space
(should Man ever misplace),
a vital unseen part –
a thought quite like the heart.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, August 19, 2011  5:48 A.M.)

1556
Gold At 1800

Some seers have foretold
the present price of gold,
several years before
(and still to rise much more).

Somewhere near three hundred,
panic since spread its dread.
It’s now six times that price.
Some offer sage advice.

Many have kept it not.
They sold instead of bought.
Yes, we have more to learn.
Cycles help us discern.

Never straight up or down.
Never give in to frown.
Keep an eye for the low.
Some fires were once a glow.

With life as with money,
greed falls short of funny.
Emotions have their ways
(but loving-prudence pays).

Keep heart in the measure.
Love is life’s true treasure.
Few get beyond their why.
The trick is to apply.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, August 20, 2011  11:12 A.M.)

1557
And When We’re Done

I feel not smart, nor proud, nor odd,
when in my heart I think of God.
I know you’ll know what these words share,
that subtle glow with joyous care.

Thanks for your time. You touch and hold
in your life rhyme to warm our cold.
And when we’re done, for sure we’ll find,
We had most fun, when heart warmed mind.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, August 27, 2011  6:25 A.M.)

1558
Dividends

Sleep well at night – no “money-mares”,
from poor insight with Bulls and Bears.
And smarter yet (time-tested best),
your safest bet is re-invest.

A steady flow is wealth’s slow win,
with smiles that grow from wealth’s calm grin.
But hear it told. What makes our day
is not our gold, but how we play.

Money’s just part (never extreme).
Care is life’s art. Love is supreme.
Avoid much pain. Know what’s secure.
Balance is sane. Heart is Man’s cure.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, August 27, 2011  7:25 A.M.)

1559
The Shame of Mankind: The Beauty Of Humanity

It’s a story at first un-seen.
There’s no glory when Man is mean.
The Good achieve and thus renew.
They un-deceive those overdue.

“I” becomes “We”, when we dethrone
that “Me-First” me: that “Me-Alone”.
Man’s happiness goes not un-tried,
for heart access is closed to pride.

No need to shout. Fear cannot hear.
There is no doubt what they hold dear.
 “Just-Me” expels all Human grace.
The vain ones dwell in un-kind space.

They deviate  from all that’s Good,
to dominate their neighborhood.
From there boldly, through lesser light,
some rule coldly through darkest night.

With painful hours for one who hates,
dark soon devours what dark creates.
It’s a story at first un-seen.
There’s no glory when Man is mean.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, August 28, 2011  9:54 A.M.

1560
The Fallopian Drama
(Man’s Journey of Desire)

Of this great tale, you’re well aware,
love will prevail (with utmost care).
But more than mind may contemplate,
heart strives to find its perfect mate.

The lover glows and draws one near,
and so it goes with the sincere.
Erections need that sweet release.
Sperm carries seed, that life won’t cease.

Which one gets through to breach the wall:
eyes brown or blue, hands large or small?
Attitude makes our chemistry.
Like overtakes where will is free.

Who gets the nod? Who will intrude?
The way of God reflects Man’s mood.
Soul attraction, always the key –
incarnation through ecstasy.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, September 8, 2011  6:32 P.M.

1561
Surely You Know

When life’s worthwhile, we live with heart.
Love likes to smile – a Soulful art.
Love likes to feel, beyond all whys,
that joyful real of caring sighs.
Surely you know, from all life’s pain,
love likes to glow where thought is sane.
Love lives, to find that heart taught mind.

 (Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, September 11, 2011  3:40 A.M.

1562
The No-Grow

Perhaps the story’s now a tale,
not new and told too much,
where joys most surely do prevail,
but few are shared as such.

Too busy with our hurts, you see
(and next to hurts our fuss).
Where focus on living is “Me”,
there “I” wins out not “Us”.

When will Mankind become less crude?
When heart begins to glow.
When fortitude becomes Man’s mood.
When “Me” just means “No-Grow”.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, September 11, 2011  4:44 A.M.

1563
Dreams Of Health

Of all the seeds that we can sow,
to meet our needs, health makes us glow.
Great dreams of wealth please those with none,
but dreams of health please everyone.

Yet how time screams. Thwarted desire
Does to extremes – there to conspire.
Losses quite dear, have darkened will.
Many a tear has taught to kill.

Preserving life conflicts with ways,
to cause more strife – we sow grey days.
Prudence has taught when not to fight.
Quality thought lets there be light.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, September 23, 2011  4:53 P.M.

1564
Journey Of Desire

Let sperm and egg conspire
through life’s penetration.
Yang must have Yin.
Testosterone infuses with desire
love’s warm celebration.

Motherhood awaits the swimming flow.
At point of contact
traits are matched,
with thoughts sown long ago.
Let hope sanctify the pact.

Let love call fourth the good.
Let reaping turn not to weeping.
Let insight fuel our gratitude.
Let intent illumine as choices should.
May reason weave feeling.

May quality thoughts fill goals.
May kindness never relax.
May life ever rejoice,
in the union of two Souls.
May spirit climax,
as ecstasy over beauty
gives birth to joy.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, September 24, 2011  7:24 A.M.

1565
The Magnitude Of Mutual Consent

There love with attitude
can be quite crude,
but love with gratitude
illumines the mood.
Something to remember,  in the nude.
	
(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, September 25, 2011  9:30 A.M.

1566
The Great Reminder

Carry this always in your heart:
the joy of love is Man’s best art.
In our choosing, the wise have taught,
loving lives in quality thought.
Never forget and you will find,
that heart knows how to heal the mind.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, September 25, 2011  10:32 A.M.

1567
Most Still Hide In The Nude

The humbled could remind
how well vanity darkens mind.
Such tales, no doubt, would teach
humility extends our reach.
We give You many names.
Confusion stakes its many claims.
We tend to complicate
and judge before we contemplate.
Most still hide in the nude.
(Adam’s forgotten gratitude).

To You who made life flow,
thank You, forever, for our glow.
Each breath echoes that start.
Your warming spark gave birth to heart.
If one could speak for all,
You are invited through this scrawl.

Your free-will gift is bold.
It leads to love, if truth be told.
But greed must make more pain,
before our choosing makes us sane.
Mind shouts: “I”, “Me” and “Mine”,
while heart whispers, “refine”: “refine”.

 (Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, September 30, 2011  9:16 A.M.

1568
Un-Willing To Conspire

The Prudent watch the price of gold,
but never to excess.
They understand the great un-told,
and how it makes a mess.

The Prudent watch how Man employs
the use of health and wealth.
They see our tears outflow our joys.
(Deception drives our stealth).

The Prudent watch our un—cares grow
the darkness of desire.
The Caring nurture every glow –
un-willing to conspire.

The Prudent watch the honest smile,
the cheerful warming heart.
These show that beauty most worthwhile
Earth-hidden in God’s art.

Prudence knows beauty as Man’s need.
(No higher on the list).
Let us cheer now each lovely deed,
that prudence may persist.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, October 1, 2011  10:15 A.M.

1569
Message To Myself (October 2, 2011)

Sunrise with reds or pinks,
hold leaf and branch and songs of birds.
Weather is how Man thinks.
Our pictures far surpass our words.

With sowing and reaping,
our storms within make storms without.
Blaming God, while weeping,
our calm crumbles beneath our doubt.

There not-good leads to pain.
We search for cause and comfort zone;
where quality is sane,
where we re-learn what was well known.

Healthy from head to toes
(only the doubting think it odd),
the fragrance of the rose,
displays the calming art of God.

Flowers (quite wise) are part
of all that’s beautiful for mind,
to learn the ways of heart,
that Mankind rise to Humankind.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, October 2, 2011  9:01 A.M.

1570
Cherish Every Bite

It mixes and it flows
in cakes and on ice crème.
Sure every oldster knows
it’s every youngster’s dream.
Just ask the taste experts,
who cherish every bite.
Of all the great desserts,
chocolate gives delight.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, October 4, 2011  4:47 P.M. 

1571
Not-New Is Never Old

Beauty ever delights.
Joy keeps our dark at bay.
Earth’s turning makes our nights.
Our star makes more than day.

Sun feeds and warms our glow.
Its light adds sight to eyes.
Simple is best to know.
Most get quite lost in “whys”.

And yet Man must explore.
Nature must also teach
to cherish and adore
as we extend our reach.

Not-new is never old
to mind that’s taught by heart.
Someday science will hold
star-shine is God’s great art.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, October 6, 2011  6:43 A.M. 

1572
A Beautiful Glow

Where do you look for that sweet light:
in young eyes, or in a young smile?
Does every Soul you meet delight?
Is each interaction worthwhile?

For me it’s never worked that way.
Many just leave a bitter taste.
Perhaps they make another’s day.
Poor choices dim and lay to waste.

Some carry a beautiful glow.
They are a joy, so calm and kind.
They’ve learned what all the loving know,
that only heart can heal the mind.

At first I thought from them I’d learn,
but their best soon pointed within.
The great-without helps Man discern
the beauty needed to begin…

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, October 8, 2011  6:10 A.M. 

1573
Moods Have Tides

Sure we are quite unique,
we have free-will and can observe.
Our mind learns to critique.
We beautify and we un-nerve.
We demean and esteem,
discerning the real from the fake.
We respond to life’s dream.
We dare to build as well as break.
We know loveliness hides
in calmer moments of our flow.
We know our moods have tides.
Some strive to dim our inner glow.
And through it all love is our light,
ever delightful, ever right.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, October 8, 2011  7:45 A.M. 

1574
The Mature Cure

Is life a bust? We all must go,
but dust to dust seems just to slow.
Go up in smoke? Cremate and save!
(My check-book-joke): no stone – no grave.
I smile, it’s true (my great un-weave),
on nothing new that’s not naive.

At sixty-eight far beyond grey,
avoiding fate much fills my day.
Can health endure? Lose weight and live!
The great un-sure? Be kind and give.
With plot pre-paid (casket waiting),
am I afraid of my un-crating?

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, October 9, 2011  8:52  A.M.)

1575
What Tells Them It’s Their Turn?

Tadpoles are herbivores.
Some call them polliwogs,
but soon they’re carnivores,
and mostly known as frogs.

There came that point in time,
something spelled “leg” not “tail”,
changing meter and rhyme,
where gills cannot prevail.

Why metamorphosize?
Why make a two-in-one?
Was it to tease “the wise”,
or was it just for fun?

If laughs, it stopped not there.
Caterpillars disown..
They spin cocoons then dare,
to cross the barely-known.

What tells them it’s their turn,
to change, in ways so odd,
that Man longs to discern
the subtle hand of God?

One jumps. One flys away.
May focus not forget
that script which forged their play,
and hopes of wonders yet…

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, October 15, 2011  6:36  A.M.)

1576
Teach Me To Be Healthy

A life of health? Start now that art,
where subtle wealth begins with heart.
Make every choice with hopes to grow,
hopes to rejoice, where feelings glow.

The joyful share a private quest –
beauty to bare this Earthly test.
Beauty’s the door. Enter and find:
joy to restore your smiling mind.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, October 16, 2011  10:09  A.M.)

1577
Dark Side Brewing

Topsy-turvy. Straight’s curvy.
Light-minded drink from dizzy.
Un-hinged is far past nervy.
Half mad are worldly busy.

Our planet spins upside down.
Gravity seems lost in space.
A joyful smile turns to frown.
Vices appear touched by grace.

Some call it silly stuff.
Some see Man’s dark side brewing.
Some would say, “That’s quite enough:
Further’s a mad-pursuing.”

Come. Let’s stop it, if we can.
Turtles go not on their shell.
Future’s the choosing of Man
(fine pleasures, or those of Hell).

Un-confusing is mind’s art:
Deception’s hurtful at best.
Sadness clouds the light of heart.
Love is God’s great Earthly test.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, October 16, 2011  10:56  A.M.)

1578
Do You Battle With The Bean?

Morning coffee is morning-right.
It makes my “me” a warmer light.
One becomes two. More is the way.
A point of view that rules my day.

One to commute. One with the guys.
Now I’m en—route to be un-wise.
One more at break to fortify
against mistake. Don’t ask me why.

Cups become pot (my social flow).
Prudence forgot what habits know.
One more with lunch, plus my “warm-up”.
Caffine’s “the punch” in my next cup.

Habits surmount. (Sure none too soon).
Pots could recount my afternoon.
One for the road. Home will feel good.
At my abode “could” becomes “should”.
One with my food, then one with snacks.
Life is a mood. Learn to relax.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, October 23, 2011  9:23  A.M.)

1579
Lovely To Mind Delights The Heart

Focus will feel those moods that play
games with our “real” each waking day.
Some seem to curse, creating strife,
Some gently nurse – refining life.

My attitude was in-between 
“naked” and “nude” (that subtle scene).
Goodness and sin painfully show
light is to win. Right has to glow.

Darkness does cost. Its price is pain.
The rude get lost. Beauty is sane.
Only the kind discern God’s art:
lovely to mind delights the heart.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, October 23, 2011  11:52  A.M.)

1580
Harvest-Talk

From dust to lust and pride
most shake their heads and smile.
Their game is to provide,
not learn what’s most worthwhile.

Few ask along the way,
what means this life on Earth?
Is time for play or prey?
Does laughter feed self worth?

Surely You’re the reason
(with hoped for rejoices),
we planted each season,
and now live our choices.

Why give Your free-will gift
to dust that does not care?
Why teach how to uplift
to those who do not dare?

How long will we insist
self-serving ways are best?
How long will we resist
good-will as our best quest?

Will prudence sort pleasures
(those which make us un-kind)?
Will caution take measures
that heart may guide the mind?

Because of You, some know,
in sowing do we learn,
that love’s our finest glow,
and growth is what we earn.

You teach thought quality
through self-reaping of pain.
Mistakes go never-free,
that dust will grow quite sane.

Discernment must unmask,
for love to unify,
and sure there’s more to ask,
as “what” on-ramps to “why”.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, October 30, 2011  7:56  A.M.)

1581
Lost In Santa’s Bag?

Claus is coming to cheer the day.
Carolers sing. Mood warms our play.
With red and green, and candle glow,
we set our scene for fun to flow.

Families kneel, with thoughts of friends.
This time to heal often transcends.
Sure there’s a place not made for toys:
a kindly space, God-made for joys.

Man calls it heart, and hides, it seems,
in whole or part, our hoped for dreams.
Man’s buried gold is Man’s heart-light,
but far too told is mind too bright.

Dare now to share that heart-glory,
and cure with care mind’s dim-story.
With heart-felt touch we warm our smile.
Never too much is pure heart-style.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, October 30, 2011  11;26  A.M.)

1582
Mood-Breezes

It is a simple point of view.
One that gets cluttered by our “Mad”.
Beyond a doubt, you know its true.
Our “happy” hurts much less than “sad”.

What will induce us to rejoice?
Which of our moods is most worthwhile?
Will our “un-kind” display its choice?
What turns our every-frown to smile?

Mood-breezes make or break our day.
They warm or chill our gratitude.
They tint and shade our “Come what may”.
They can refine or “crude” our rude.

The un-wise make each thought a tear.
Confusion dams our inner flow.
Vanity rules desire and fear.
But prudence knows another glow.

Beauty’s not just a worldly cure.
A panacea knows no end.
It heals the heart, you may be sure,
as joy becomes our timeless friend.

It is a simple point of view.
One that gets cluttered by our “Mad”.
Beyond a doubt, you know its true.
Our “happy” hurts much less than “sad”.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, November 5, 2011  11:03  A.M.)

1583
Message To Myself (November 11, 2011)

It’s a style worthwhile,
that lets you begin,
with a friendly smile,
that grows to a grin.

For sure it’s an art
not needing a clue.
When heart plays its part
heart warnings shine through.

Be smart now and rise.
Make beauty your way.
With thoughts pastel-wise,
dawn-color your day.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, November 11, 2011  7:30  A.M.)

1584
God Is A Chemist

Scientists know what fills our day
(why lovers glow with hearts at play).
Chemicals flow as if to say:
each thought must grow; moods have their way.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, November 12, 2011  7:48  A.M.)

1585
Head-Strong Is Mind-Gone

Is worldly progress Man’s success,
or just some silly seeds?
Think now which makes the lesser mess,
inventions or good deeds.

Some say good intentions are cause
imprudence runs extant,
giving every good heart a pause,
to think which thoughts to plant.

Future sometimes forgets the past
(thus we forget to smile),
As lessons seem-not to outlast
“self-gain” as “most” worthwhile.

Our waking up is overdue.
We’ve simply slept too long.
Nightmares, not few, arise anew,
only heart rights mind-wrong.

Life is a treasure hunt to find
heart-dreams help Man attain.
Love will forgive. Mercy is kind.
Caring can heal the vain.

Please know it now, and know it well.
“Me-First!” is crudely bold.
Refinement has less pain to tell,
and heart much to unfold…

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, November 13, 2011  1:31  P.M.)

1586
Winter-Warmers

Perhaps young snowflakes, not too cold,
make rolling snow balls so much fun.
The first can be quite big and bold.
(The lower body well begun).

Second’s smaller for the lifting.
(Pot-bellied snow-folk are so rare).
Well known shapes keep minds from drifting.
The third is chosen with great care.

Cheeks need room for that pebbled smile.
Add hat, pipe, scarf and buttoned eyes.
A carrot nose colors with style.
Arms wave hellos, and then goodbyes.

Don’t stop with one. Make him a mate,
then little ones with dog and cat.
Place them nearby the old front gate.
Bring them in close so they can chat.

Snow families are winter kind.
They make their stay not overlong.
Yet they melt not in heart or mind,
for they’re with me, where they belong.

Winter-warmers, I have been taught,
are cheery during chilling times.
Not to escape, but un-freeze thought,
as poets can with caring rhymes.

Let snow flake beauty overhaul
fearsome blizzards and frozen tears.
Never forget. (Ever recall).
Warmly fill now those coming years.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, November 16, 2011  11:48  A.M.)

1587
A “Frosty” Echo

Snowflakes are white and wild.
Sure some won’t let that last.
The mind of a winter-child
gives them a Human cast.

Snowy scarecrows? No-way!
What eats a crop of snow?
Snowmen smile through our day.
“Us-kids” give them “Me-glow”.

Young sculptors sense that thrust,
of hearts quite forged to share.
Is creation a must?
It seems to be not rare.

Who made the first snowmen?
Was it by chance or plan?
Where were they made and when?
Why did they look like Man?

With seasoning we find
our melt brings no sorrow.
The warming of Mankind
flowers our tomorrow.

Changing or permanent,
men of snow, bronze or steel,
is life not most well spent
in beauty’s grand appeal?

Here’s to the joy of art,
to grace and elegance,
to its unfolding heart,
and the rhythm of its dance…

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, November 20, 2011  8:38  A.M.)

1588
Should There Be A Medal?

Above and beyond, we then pin,
acknowledging where heart has been.
I hope and pray Man’s common sense
will recognize benevolence.
The lack of it bloodies our day.
The whole of it will warm our way.
Not without it will Mankind grow,
in heart, those deeds which make us glow.
May we soon learn and then well teach
benevolence extends our reach.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, November 21, 2011  5:30  A.M.)

1589

For Robert Frost November 25, 2011

Some call it lunar,
but it’s much more than moon.

Our “…one more cast off shell”
is borrow and can’t pay back.
The West dog-paddles an ocean of debt.
The Euro is a kitten at sea.
Governments are getting-gone.
(Is it Pluto in Capricorn?)

Call it planetary perhaps,
with some sanity in tow.
Caring, it seems,
is a yield-sign
on Man’s Me-First freeway.
Like air, 
it goes un-noticed,
until the chill meets
the warm.

Many seek,
as you would say,
“…a momentary stay against confusion”,
to stroll that road,
long closed, and see,
as you saw,
“…its priming coat of leaves.”

We sometimes remember,
what you remembered well,
that the worldly would have us forget
what cannot be forgotten.

“Earth is the right place for love.”

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, November 25, 2011  6:56  A.M.)

1590

Weathering-Talk

I remember those days,
all my winter-white ways,
with Santa songs, fruit cakes,
and tongue, melting snowsflakes.

Three snowballs rolled quite slow
would make a snowman grow.
Great fun, but “truth be told”,
cold always humbled bold.

Time at the stove would teach.
Desire can over-reach.
Thus I was winter taught –
pleasure hurts less with thought.

This post-grey does endorse
(delightfully of course),
to young winter-shapers,
all my snowman capers.

My summers taught the same.
Sunburns are made to tame.
Too little or too much
makes not the Master’s touch.

My goal’s to balance well,
casting a lasting spell,
that I may plant as seeds
thought-deeds and not thought-weeds.

Here’s to sharing life’s prize
in ways caring and wise.
May love guide to achieve,
and prudence un-deceive.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, November 27, 2011  9:38  A.M.)

1591

The Santa Attitude

Santa’s my attitude,
helping my heart and mind,
to teach my rude and crude,
that giving’s more than kind.

It beautifies my days,
making them far less vain
(without self-serving ways
and their degree of pain).

Much more than gold as gift,
care need never to count.
Time and doing uplift,
beyond my bank amount.

Benevolence, no less,
offers each caring Soul,
that prudent-love access,
with grateful self-control.

Santa’s my attitude,
helping my heart and mind,
to teach my rude and crude,
that giving’s more than kind.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, November 30, 2011  9:55  A.M.)

1592

Where-In We Learn

It brings delight.
What could surmount
that petal height
and petal count?

With its perfume
most want to smile.
From bud to bloom,
the rose has style.

The wise well meet,
where roses grow.
Such a retreat
helps hearts to glow.

The ancients taught
rose fragrance aids
uplifting thought.
(So darkness fades).

Nature’s our school,
where-in we learn
God’s greatest rule:
discern, discern…

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, December 3, 2011  9:19  A.M.)

1593

For Those Who Have Regrets

Lord I apologize
for all my foolishness,
my just not being wise,
my “more” and not my “less”.

My garden’s ripe with weeds,
ugly with attitude,
that grew from selfish seeds,
and flowered un-subdued.

May I, for future, sow,
and cultivate within,
those joyful thoughts that glow
in every healthy grin.

Thank You for better days
(the helpful, healing kind),
that beautify in ways
which calm the troubled mind.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, December 6, 2011  7:22 P.M.)

1594
Chronic Complainers

Fault-finders, it seems, never doze.
Perhaps they’re programmed to expose,
missing what care’s designed to seek
(love’s day to day, and cheek to cheek).

When asked about benevolence,
they say it’s only common-sense,
then emphasize the screaming-mean,
and all the shady in-between.

Not quite the harmonious cure,
where hope and beauty may endure.
For sure “not-nice” is nothing new,
but love is not a point of view.

It is that glance, that wink or touch,
negators never see as such.
It’s that quiet, joyful doing
of friendship and care renewing.

When looking for a reminder
that Mankind is getting kinder,
the discerning smilingly find,
heart leaves fault-finders far behind.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, December 6, 2011  7:49 A.M.)

1595
Winter Bloomers

Honoring Nature will mature.
From sun on leaf it gets its start.
There in a feeling warm and pure,
that vivifies, mind learns from heart.

The Plum blossom could whisper why
(beyond its refinement and grace),
that beauty serves to dignify,
and joy is Nature’s sweet embrace.

Snow time flowers being most rare,
might share their grasp on fortitude,
if we but showed the slightest care,
and colored that with gratitude.

Earth testing culls the qualified.
Simplicity proves quite robust.
Integrity means can confide.
Unlocking secrets calls for trust.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, December 9, 2011  6:54 A.M.)

1596
Halteres

Humminngbirds can fly upside-down.
Sure their flight-plan brings smile from frown.
Aerial things are quite complex.
Their freedom sings. Their skills perplex.
The fly (don’t scoff), in its dealings,
lands and takes-off, from our ceilings.
But for contempt, it could outfly,
all that attempt our earthly sky.
Motion will sway. Cilia share.
The balanced way is Nature’s care.

Man’s gyroscope, in three canals,
helps us to cope with our locales.
In subtle-speak, thought gyrations
will tend to tweak navigations.
Loving-prudence would recommend
benevolence, as we transcend.
Perhaps we’ll find Soul’s balance part,
not of the mind, but of the heart.
There Mankind earns the Way of Light,
Which warns of turns that don’t delight.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, December 15, 2011  8:24 A.M.)

1597
Where Crawlers Learn To Fly

We notice, with a smile,
shape and color on the wing,
makes the moment worthwhile
(more when they pause to cling).

Some call them flutterbys.
Their motion weaves a spell.
Most call them butterflies,
and know their story well.

But there’s much more to learn.
Seeing’s a subtle art.
Beyond where minds discern,
we sometimes see with heart.

That realm of beauty shares,
on a scale with sun and moon,
the cure for earthly cares,
and the whys of our cocoon.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, December 17, 2011  10:31 A.M.)

1598
Taurus

It’s just a lot of bull to say,
“Taurus is stubborn every day.”
We have our moments to be sure,
that beauty does not fail to cure.
Soft textures seem to bring a smile,
but love, for us, is most worthwhile.
Wave no red-flags, and you will find,
Taurus is friend (the peaceful kind).

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, December 17, 2011  11:35 A.M.)

1599
When The Saguaro Blooms

This last cactus to bloom
warns all of what’s to come.
The “Haves” can leave that gloom.
“Have-nots” must then succumb.

Only hombres survive
(the strong of mind and heart).
You know the kind that strive,
when most just fall apart.

Sonoran summer ways
are a triple-digit scene.
The lack of water plays
a theme so quite un-green.

From the gulf monsoon will rise.
Thick clouds form thunderheads.
Night lightning is a prize.
Flash floods feed un-said dreads.

Non-deserts have their call.
Snow birds know when to go.
We’ll see their smiles come fall,
when green decides to glow.

Then it’s desert glory,
the golfers paradise.
That’s my Phoeniix story.
I call it winter-nice.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, December 19, 2011  9:08 A.M.)

1600
Lord There’s Much Confusion

Here there’s much less admiration.
Vanity loves not salvation.
Some seem quite lost (disconnected).
So much thought is misdirected.

I hear Your love allows much hate,
that You let evil violate.
Along with every rude and crude,
You suffer our ingratitude.

Some even blame You (those who dare),
for allowing Man’s lack of care.
Free-will’s Your greatest gift indeed,
where every choice creates a seed.

Forgotten sowings grow intense.
(reaping well knows no innocence).
With pain we learn what not to choose.
Discernment teaches what to lose.

But surely these are things You know
(by Your design that Man may grow).
Far beyond this, and in-between,
the heart creates a subtle scene.
Read there to learn how we progress
in our great search for happiness.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, December 21, 2011  9:52 A.M.)

1601
Halloween… October 31, 2011

Was it some large scale trick or treat,
of Venus in a loving mood?
Were pillow-talk whispers so sweet?
Did Population wink, in the nude?

Statistics show the attraction.
We Humans know just how to breed.
(Our favorite non-abstraction).
Seven-billion now Earth will feed.

 (Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, December 22, 2011  10:48 A.M.)

1602
Digital Keeper-Glow

He threw it back.
The rule was catch and throw.
Clever the lack,
as digital smiles glow.

A click and send
to Dad and baseball team,
or not-so friend
to flaunt his first-fish dream.

Upon return
perhaps, again, they’ll meet,
that boy may learn
the not-kill can be sweet.

Or better yet,
another boy may smile.
Mind not regret,
thrown fish can be worthwhile.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, December 23, 2011  9:29 A.M.)

1603
Forever-Thin Chocolate Cake

Perhaps in the future we’ll find
that ultimate cure for Mankind,
where no guilt-for-dessert outweighs
celebrating on Holidays .

Where fullness and fun will prevail,
with thoughts not of portions and scale.
Forever-thin chocolate cake?
Alas sweet dreamer, time to wake.

 (Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, December 24, 2011  8:01 A.M.)

1604
That Future Find Us Friends

Perhaps we’ve met before,
as friends, I hope (or more).
But if it were far less,
let friendship now un-stress.
May both need to forgive,
to heal and thus outlive?
Let us, in heart, soon find
the courage to be kind.
Let us now make amends
that future find us friends.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, December 25, 2011  8:47 A.M.)

1605
The Truth Is What Exists (1)

Much living would suggest,
Beyond what we believe,
Truth is Man’s greatest test
(deceive or un-deceive).

Self-serving learns to lie,
To cover-up with skill.
Courage learns what and why.
What Man hides. Why we kill.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, December 25, 2011  10;33 A.M.)

1606
Sweet-Talk (2)

Gone is my “Why?”. Hungry shouts, “When?”.
Pudding and pie whisper, “Again.”.
Chocolates play a smiling part.
They save the day, and warm the heart.

Can’t live without my tasty treats.
Beyond a doubt, I’m hooked on sweets.
I just forget my thinking-thin,
and soon regret my not-so slim.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, December 26, 2011  5:12 A.M.)

1607
Wish-Talk

The world we could feed,
If wishes were food.
Sure some would fill need,
And some would heal mood.

Wishes to doing
May feed but a few,
Yet worth pursuing,
For the point of view.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, December 26, 2011  6:09 A.M.)

1608
God-Talk

Life becomes bright, beyond stardust.
Caring insight engenders trust.
I do applaud my warming choice.
My love for God helps me rejoice.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, December 30, 2011  6:17 A.M.)

1609
Right And Wrong Talk

Vanity says I’m never wrong.
My mind tell me sometimes I’m right.
Yet heart sings a different song:
just one learning the ways of Light.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, December 26, 2011  6:09 A.M.)

1610
Message To Myself (January 4, 2012)

To soothe dispositions,
Cacao shares its seeds.
A Valentine for Man,
that sweet may touch our deeds.

Sure God made chocolate
to warm our every day.
Beyond the craving taste,
nice feelings tint our play.

In this kind chemistry
so much lies quite un-told.
It echoes caring smiles
of lovers young and old.

Chocolate supplements,
until love makes complete,
for where we feel with heart,
there un-sweet can’t compete.

Cocoa is much the same.
Some think it quite refined,
and cherish it always
as friendly to Mankind.

To soothe dispositions,
Cacao shares its seeds.
A Valentine for Man,
that sweet may touch our deeds.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, January 4, 2012  7:11 A.M.)

1611
Terrestrial?

1.	(Earth-only)
Time becomes a tale
from the first, first breath,
to the last exhale,
and Man’s Earthly death.

Who will tell it then:
how poor thoughts hurt health,
how many lost men
chose Slaughter for wealth?

Who will ever hear:
how joy made some smart,
how hope battled fear,
how love touched my heart.

2.   (Earth-plus)
Some say Man lives on
(paints a subtle scene).
Different not gone:
no more in-between.

Many feel that bond,
with those passed Earth’s test.
I too, think beyond
and honor Man’s quest.

The Great Architect
(by many names known),
earned my full respect.
My heart builds a throne.

1612
Mirror-Talk

Goodbye peanut butter.
Alas for cherry pie.
So long chocolate cake,
for which I’d surely die.

I’m hungry all the time.
No way will I give in.
I know how I will look,
if I fall back from slim.

Portions don’t satisfy.
Each seems like just a start.
It’s torture self-imposed,
and yes, a healthy-smart.

It disciplines desire
(this fight with appetite).
Ice cream is now a dream.
Surely that can’t be right.

I say it won’t be long,
but know that’s not quite true.
Any deviation
provides a shocking view.

Winning is returning
to where this all began,
to where I over-ate,
and stuck-not to my plan.

Some think it helps to swear.
(Cuss and be defiant).
But mirrors make us wise,
humble and compliant.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, January 5, 2012  9:26 A.M.)

1613
Message To Myself (January 7, 2012)

Flowers are quite a gift.
Color and shape please sight.
Such fragrance can uplift.
Such texture can delight.
They are a stepping stone,
to cross our troubled stream,
to deal with what we’ve sown,
as well as what we dream.
Pick well and keep in mind,
that beauty leads to joy.
It’s not the fearful bind,
but how well we employ.
Joy is the strength of heart
(the Human start of smart).

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, January 7, 2012  6:58 A.M.)

1614
Our Greatest Need

Discernment helps us know;
the flower from the weed,
the way we Humans grow,
why love’s our greatest need.
Discernment helps us heal.
Our lack of it is pain.
Knowing real from un-real
will keep us smiling-sane.
Discernment builds that art
whereby we guide the mind,
to school itself in heart,
where thoughts are subtle-kind.
Learn to love. Love to learn.
It’s all how we discern.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, January 7, 2012  6:58 A.M.)

1615
To Warm Or Not To Warm…

We warm or chill
with our free-will.
Know love from mind
can be un-kind,
but love from heart
is life’s great art.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, January 8, 2012  9:47 A.M.)

1616
It Won’t Be Quick

Some say that God does not exist.
They look for proof to fortify.
Their common-sense seems to insist:
no one knows the “How”, or the “Why”.
Sure faith for them is foolishness. 
Perhaps they’re searching is a sign,
of all our hopes for happiness
(that loving-subtle valentine).
May they soon find what‘s in the heart;
where all great striving’s bound to lead,
there joy of love’s that noble art,
which beautifies our every deed.
It won’t be quick. We must discern.
Life is the choice to love and learn.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, January 12, 2012  5:32 A.M.)

1617
The Highest Degree Of Pleasure

“Beauty’s the realm of heart.” So say the wise:
Our start to being smart, our great sunrise.
Pleasure so appealing always feels right.
Harmony is healing, a gift of Light.
What’s healthy and Humane counts as success.
What helps us to be sane counts as progress.
What helps smiles go agrin: count that a win.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, January 15, 2012  8:28 A.M.)

The Warming

Disbelieving is nothing new.
Misconceiving is what most do.
Foul deception just clouds what’s right,
where love is sun, and hope is light.

Yet some have learned the truth long told,
that virtue earned is life’s true gold.
It’s no lost art they bring to mind.
A smile from here warms Humankind.

 (Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, January 21, 2012  6:46 A.M.)

1619
Telling-Talk

The story is in the telling,
not in the fact or the spelling.
Some need to add fearful tension.
Others only hint or mention.

Through pillow-talk great love can flow.
The nude can make or break that glow.
The common-place can quite debase,
yet tenderness can warm with grace.

Lovely music can well be wise.
Crescendos often dramatize.
A laugh can be a remedy.
(Sure Earth could use more comedy).

No matter what the mode or mood,
the telling is an attitude:
That special gift (a role apart),
which makes the teller, telling-smart.

1620
Never Be Late To Learn

Above the splash of waterfall
(where Catclaw climbs my garden wall),
darting against the Phoenix sky,
beauty, quite joyful, fills my eye.

The unusual does attract.
Sure special gifts uplift that act.
Such non-routine wins attention:
sometimes honorable-mention.

Flying backwards may be un-wise,
but upside down just takes the prize.
Twenty-five times per second brings
that humming sound from beating wings.

With tongues to match, their beaks are long,
but what has happened to their song?
It is not they, with sleepy yawn,
who rise to serenade the dawn.

How do they serve one may well ask.
Clearly, here’s a different task.
Attention-getters steal the show.
Their “hows” and “whys” tempt us to know.
They seem to say, “Come and discern.
Quick now. Never be late to learn.”

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, January 26, 2012  4:31 A.M.)

1621
Poemosophy

Poetry, Frost would well advise,
besides delightful, should be wise;
supporting good in every way,
clearing confusion from our day.
Not troubles from a troubled mind,
but helpful thoughts for Humankind.
Yet poem-thinking’s only part:
poem-feeling begins with heart.

When Nature mixes well with care,
then poem-content dares to share.
When poets think in loving tones,
then poems walk no angry zones.
Poem-intent, un-wise when sad,
marks the degree of poem-glad.
Here’s to poems that recommend
virtue, hope, family and friend.

Yet long we’ll see, and hear, the crude,
with all their knowing-altitude;
no hope, just fear and darkest night,
degrading every seed of Light.
They’ll lose, of course. They waste their time,
and may regret misuse of rhyme.
Earth has its pains. Free-will makes slow,
those hoped for gains, and inner glow.

With sound poems as with sound health,
heart-whispers tell of spirit wealth.
There we will find benevolence,
the backbone of un-common sense.
Prime it with prudence and rejoice.
No one could make a better choice.
Let it be taught in homes and schools.
Breed not, fear not, the rule of fools.

 (Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, February 2, 2012  8:08 A.M.)

1622
Message To Myself (February 8, 2012)

With no regret only love knows.
Could it forget how slow Man glows?
It’s been quite told how best to live.
Surpassing gold, love learns to give.
Yes. The world takes. Love knows that well.
On crooks and fakes it does not dwell.
In those that dare love Humankind,
Look close. Find care, where heart taught mind.

Not-love’s not new. It fills with tears,
To dim our view, and spread our fears.
Crude takes its toll, mean and unjust.
When on a roll, it grows robust.
That Me-First tool, (not-love’s swan song),
Sings of cruel making Man strong.
For most life seems, through plots and ploys,
darkening dreams,  and broken toys.

They won’t embrace, and think it odd,
that strength and grace come straight from God.
They strike the Light of Recompense,
Where love does fight in self-defense.
Not without heart can smart discern:
our smartest-smart needs love to learn.
May all fulfil this Earthly tale,
of won’t and will written in Braille.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, February 8, 2012  8:06 A.M.)

1623
Message To Myself (February 12, 2012)

Set life agrin. Don’t fail to smile.
Going within is well worthwhile.
To be precise, without the heart
no great advice can make you smart.
To serve, not shout, this you must know
(beyond a doubt), no God – no glow.
Love now. Be still. Warm now your will.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, February 8, 2012  8:06 A.M.)

1624
Within Our Reach (3)

A secret wealth rewards the wise.
Joy is the health of Man’s sunrise.
The prudent teach, and ever taught,
within our reach is our best thought.

But hate’s a test consumed by night:
a darkened quest omitting Light.
This not-new play of karmic fame,
would rule the day (a human-game).

Know all our past educates well.
Evil can’t last, but makes life hell.
And in-between heart teaches mind,
to intervene with care quite kind.
Sense the reason why love transcends.
Mark the season love makes amends.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, February 14, 2012  7:00 A.M.)

1625
Diet-Talk (1)

So many pounds ago,
when ounces crept quite slow,
I almost felt in charge,
before my extra large.

My “day-off-diet” day
for sure makes sweets okay.
My hungry cries, “Let’s eat.”,
always craving a treat.

Before my extra-large,
I almost felt in charge,
when ounces crept quite slow,
so many pounds ago…

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, February 16, 2012  7:55 A.M.)

1626
More Mind Than Heart

For wealth and fame we do our part.
Love calls this game, “More mind than heart.”
Far beyond poor, we made our day.
This wanting more seemed quite okay.

Far beyond need, far beyond sane,
this human greed caused human pain.
Yet greed’s but one of many traits.
Come rock or gun we had our hates.

We had our fears. We’ve been un-kind,
and years of tears have made most blind.
Less of us share. Less wonder why:
less heart, less care, less well we die.

From our last breath, far beyond gone,
beyond each death, we carry-on.
Much less of rude describes the chore.
We live our crude t’il crude’s no more.
Far beyond fame, care marries smart.
Love calls this game, “Mind learns from heart.”

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, February 18, 2012  10:10 A.M.)

1627
Snacky-Whacky

Not far short of excess,
My snack-whacky action,
And feeling of fullness,
Is food satisfaction.

Food karma is weight-rough.
It’s relative, of course,
Too much is not enough.
I eat without remorse.

Portions just grow with mood.
To double-up is fun.
A rarity with food
Is me saying, “I’m done.”

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, February 19, 2012  8:47 A.M.)

1628
Flower-Smart

What transcends human-low,
and turns-on human glow?
Frangances do pervade,
while song birds serenade.
Textures add their feeling.
Shapes send senses realing.
Pansies, with style and grace,
breeze-dance with smiling face.

Flowers are always prize,
when beauty’s on the rise.
Yet my non-gratitude,
with dark and ugly mood,
can’t wait to turn my glad
to fading, wilting sad.
Such tints and shades, no doubt,
affect my warmth throughout.

I need to now rejoice,
and good thought plants good choice.
Let it be flower-smart.
Let beauty touch my heart.
Portulacas convey, 
God’s colors on display.
With loveliness as friend,
roses help Soul transcend.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, February 20, 2012  9:37 A.M.)

1629
My Secret Medicine

Should I complain that life is rough,
When others have it far much worse?
Should I react and grow hard-tough?
Is my heart-beat an ugly curse?
Some would, no doubt encourage rage,
And talk of goodness as a myth.
They put-down prudence from the sage,
As only fools would go therewith.
It is their habit to complain
(as well their license to be rude).
The world “must-feel” their pain is sane.
They scoff at earnest gratitude.
Be not surprised I listen not
To ignorance, and all it’s taught.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, February 21, 2012  9:25 A.M.)

1630
My “Day-Off-Diet” Day
This tightness in my throat
(non-verbals do denote),
claims chocolate can cure
all my discomfiture.

Some know well appetite,
and how to set things right.
“Don’t go there!” they would shout.
“Thin wins, beyond a doubt!”

But won’t and will now brawl.
Jams and jellies tell all.
My tempting’s in my taste,
and fast it finds, my waist.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, February 23, 2012  7:45 A.M.)

1631
Message To Myself (February 29, 2012)

Beauty refines our loving space,
far beyond Yang’s longing for Yin,
or Yin’s eluding Yang with grace.
To stabilize is to begin.

But trust knows well truth wears a mask,
where deceptions manipulate.
Mistrust and fear support that task,
where un-discerning learns to hate.

Darkness delights in dimming mood.
No beauty, no joy, no reprieve
accompany un-certitude
(invitations to mis-believe).

Through hopelessness and loveless thought,
and all that Goodness warns about,
the negative have always taught,
Man’s best thinking begins with doubt.

Our doubt destroys our strength and drive.
Mind knows this not, without the heart.
The joy of love cannot survive,
without beauty. Let it impart.

Here’s to loveliness, God’s sweet glow.
May we be joyful and ascend.
May love, that lets the great Light flow,
help us now heal, and comprehend.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, February 29, 2012  8:50 A.M.)

1632
The Nearly Not-So-Never

It’s a nearly not-so-never,
where out has no inside –
a play on words, oh so clever,
enough so to misguide.

Some strive for lusty earthly dreams:
a “wink” from God’s great play.
The un-discerning seek extremes,
to spice their boring day.

Some feel we should be moderate
in all moderations.
A sometimes-balance would dictate
most-times fluctuations.

I fall quite short to be so-sane.
My goal is loving-wise
(veiled to the violent and vain
through a daily disguise).

It’s a nearly not-so-never,
where out has no inside –
a play on words, oh so clever,
enough so to misguide.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, February 29, 2012  8:50 A.M.)

1633
Message To Myself (March 6, 2012)

Perhaps one day we may well know
just why it gives a friendly glow.
No doubt we’ll take it as a sign.
Most think chocolate is divine.

The Great Architect planned (I’m sure),
sweets beyond treats: Man must endure!
We have this need to laugh and smile,
that earthly life be made worthwhile.

Of course we took it to extremes.
Vanity fortified our dreams.
We felt we could handle pleasure –
could sanely measure such treasure.

Sure we may need more practice there:
practice with prudence and with care.
Hot-pepper-moods confuse good taste,
and sour thinking makes bitter waste.

Free-willing-choices form our day.
Delightful balance calms that play.
Beyond chocolate dark or light,
lies how much chocolate is right.

Don’t look to me to say for you.
(My appetite’s my point of view).
Chocolate-balance lowers stress.
Sweet-discipline means sweet-success.

There we heal, as our thanksgiving
blends gratitude with forgiving.
With more of less, and less of more,
equiblibrium is the door.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, March 6, 2012  6:36 P.M.)

1634
Classes For The Masses

For the young, and mature,
learning is still the cure.
Too long we’ve been un-wise.
Protection’s on the rise.

Contraceptives now rule
(since teaching sex in school).
There is, let’s hope, a chance,
someday we’ll teach romance.

Beyond what tweeks the thought,
could love ever be taught?
Is it within our reach?
Who’s qualified to teach?

Perhaps we should start now,
and take a solemn vow,
to learn, cherish and smile,
and know love’s most worthwhile.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, March 7, 2012  11:01 A.M.)

1635
Weathering The Way

Feelings can rule the mind,
and overcast our play.
The thinking often find,
mind-storms weather the way.

Bewildered’s so un-sound.
Some Earth-tried points of view
do nothing but confound,
in knowing what or who.

Most times I had to choose
between my should and oughts,
to stay-put was to lose.
At least, those were my thoughts.

Now I know not-choosing,
through evaluations,
is no longer losing
(in some situations).

I sense much better now
the balance of extremes,
and check when, where and how,
before I plant my dreams.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, March 10, 2012  7:15 A.M.)

1636
Complimentary

Daisies delight with neat and trim.
Sure joy is beauty’s frequenter.
Yellow-soft petals, long and slim,
lead to their purple round center.
Complimentary colors flow.
They enhance and yes vivify.
Such loveliness subtles the glow,
eliciting an inner sigh.
Beauty is God’s panacea.
Harmony hosts the healing art.
I honor this feeling-idea.
May it forever warm my heart.
That elegance be re-seeded,
I weed my ugly-un-needed.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, March 12, 2012  10:15 A.M.)

1637
Sound Familiar?

Some think it trite, and boring still,
to speak of Light and loving will.
Surely they know dark moods obscure,
where care might glow and love endure.
Surely they feel and cringing sense
the great un-real growing immense.
Surely they need an un-trite-seed.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, March 14, 2012  6:31 A.M.)

1638
Our Keep-Apart

What keeps our us from us?
In the range of concentration
the focus is the fuss.
We are conscious in gradation.
For the butterfly mind,
the steadfast thought comes likely last.
Such is the Human bind,
where relatives can go aghast.
How steep will be the cost?
Long has confusion slept with smart.
But love cannot be lost.
Harmony sleeps quite well with heart.
Pillow-talk writes that play.
Bed-partners feel their way.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, March 14, 2012  7:19 A.M.)

1639
Thinkers, Thinking And Thought

Affable-thinkers quite well know,
Heart felt feelings forever glow.
Keeping hopes for future alive, 
so gratitude and love survive.
Cold-thinkers keep an angry chill,
where cooler thoughts soon lose their thrill.
Ice-flows can clog that winter stream
(a not so caring kind of dream).
Luke-warmers fill the in-between,
a subtle yet not subtle scene.
Is such indifference daring?
Some say it’s slow and Soul wearing.
Degrees vary. Three’s about right.
Much more just might confuse thought Light.

Most thinkers roam known tracts. It’s true.
Range wars, they wage, through points of view.
For ideas, we’ve shown we kill. 
Our history is our free-will.
Does future hold more of the same?
Can thinking calm our killing game?
Quality thought makes holidays,
when heart’s allowed to warm our ways.
Feeling watchers progress heart thought:
advice the wise have always taught.
An evolution to embrace,
that beautifies our inner-space.
Joyful thinking is most worthwhile,
the less we hurt the more we smile.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, March 18, 2012  8:15 A.M.)

1640
Sower-Reaper

Love is our main concern.
This thought is for those few,
that know we’re here to learn,
Yet sense there’s nothing new.
Knowing the Karmic way,
and how our thoughts are spent
Now is past (due-today).
No one is innocent.
Blame is a naieve game.
Unknowing lives in fear.
A sign of growth is shame,
from self-things held so dear.
Quality thought is sane.
Thought-planters plant no pain.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, March 20, 2012  7:40 A.M.)

1641
Beyond Smart

Wisdom, I’m told, with all its Light,
Gleams more than gold, perhaps God-bright.
Is such a thought beyond our reach?
Could it be taught, and who would teach?
I’ll bet the way is deep within.
(If hope has say, then count me in).

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, March 20, 2012  12:12 P.M.)

1642
Message To Myself (March 23, 2012)

It’s science and it’s art.
We need them both to glow.
When mind is taught by heart,
our warmth will guide our flow.
For some that’s no surprise.
Beyond the grasp of brain,
love is known by the wise,
to help Mankind be sane.

Some say, We’re borderline,
and sure we’re slipping fast.”
Crude wants to redefine
each kindness from the past.
That un-discerning play
feels only madness rules.
Man’s dimming is their way.
Fools listen well to fools.
All hope to win not lose.
So goes the gifts of Earth;
to think, to feel, to choose.
Through this we all give birth.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, March 23, 2012  7:01 A.M.)

1643
When Pounds Aren’t Compelling

It is a story vast, I know,
that may slow the telling.
But sure it makes good feelings glow,
when pounds aren’t compelling.

My diet-do and diet-don’ts,
cut down on all my treats.
My I-will nots and my-just-won’ts,
subdue my love of sweets.

This body is a battlefield,
where mind creates my grief.
Desire, it seems, will never yield
and offers no relief.

Perhaps that’s when science and art
conspire through joyful dreams.
They have a secret (mind and heart),
the balance of extremes.

It is a story vast, I know,
that may slow the telling.
But sure it makes good feelings glow,
when pounds aren’t compelling.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, March 23, 2012  7:01 A.M.)

1644
You’re Beautiful

You make life most worthwhile.
Loveliness is your art.
I think of you and smile.
You’re deep within my heart.
My pulse is your prelude.
So softly love does flow.
In charming interlude,
I feel your joyous glow.
You dance into my mind.
You decorate with grace.
Could it be more refined?
You fill my empty space.
I cheerfully confide:
You make me warm inside.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, March 23, 2012  7:01 A.M.)

1645
Our-Never-Need

It’s worth it: is it not; 
to get our facts quite straight,
to understand each thought,
to weed out all that hate?
Truth can be elusive.
Too many seek to hide.
Agendas want to live,
and rarely do confide.
Just what have they to gain?
Look for power and greed.
Covering will bring pain.
Deceit’s our-never-need.
When was a fool’s dark mess
ever our great success?

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, March 25, 2012  11:17 A.M.)

1646
Message To Myself (March 27, 2012)

Dark thoughts invite the dimming art,
where Me-First wants to smother Good.
Deceit there births no joyful heart.
The strong pulse thrives in brotherhood.
The truth is what exists, my friend,
which many find reason to hide.
To profit from a special end,
they obscure and gladly misguide.
Virtue demands we discern well.
Mankind must sort the truth from lie.
To best avoid deception’s spell,
go simplify and beautify.
Be flexible. Learn to adjust.
Know beauty shares a joy robust.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, March 27, 2012  7:55 A.M.)

1647
Amusing Light

A sense of humor is a find.
Its many flavors suit to taste
sure it’s a gift to tickle mind,
and chuckles rarely go to waste.
Mark comedy among our wins.
Playful punchlines invoke a smile.
Witt and jolly are medicines.
Hilarious can be worthwhile.
Laughter’s revealing, like a nude.
It raises us beyond our grief.
Health needs a joyful attitude.
Happiness needs comic relief.
Some quirks and flaws are fun to know.
The rest await our further glow.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, March 27, 2012  7:55 A.M.)

1648
New Beginnings

Well, at first they were kind of cute,
until they ate, down to the root,
flowers planted to beautify.
It’s then I wished their cute goodbye.
Other flowers produced the same.
Tender shoots are a rabbit’s game.
Our small dogs bark and chase them hard,
but this, of course, was first their yard.
I spied a type of Aloe spared.
Its rough edges were left un-dared.
I now plant spikey, not tender –
Unconditional surrender.
It’s not unlike some tales long told
Of gardeners, both young and old,
who learned, to wear protective gloves,
in all their dealings with lost loves.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, March 30, 2012  8:58 A.M.)

1649
Prudence In Practice

Around our sun with blue of Earth.
Is it for fun? What is our worth?
Why the Making? Is there a goal?
Why the waking touches of Soul?
Who is so bold to love the heart,
beyond all gold? Who’s learned the art?
The wise well taught, the smart say naught.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, April 1, 2012  9:30 A.M.)

1650
Message To Myself (April 1, 2012)

If Love could speak, sure love would say, 
“Most think I’m weak, or just for play.
So listen now, and listen well.
Make me your vow. Discern my spell.
Nothing greater, nothing more wise,
nothing straighter, could you advise.
I’m that treasure mind must measure.”

“Be tempted not by those that hate.
Negative thought and pleasure bait.
Their shadows lure to dim your sight,
but I will cure by subtle Light.
Man’s confusing plants Man’s great pain.
Man’s love-choosing is Man’s sweet gain.
Know and rejoice! Cherish the choice.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, April 1, 2012  8:36 A.M.)

1651
Thou Art More Temperate?

Our Bougainvilla glow with sun.
Orange blooms the Aloe.
The Gimbal's quail bring garden fun,
in South West’s Best of Show.
Phoenix does delight (Fall through Spring).
Desert beauty’s our scene.
But there’s a time when less birds sing –
that warming in-between.
Snowbirds leave as Saguaros bud.
Triple-digits come due.
Sonoran monsoons often flood.
Lightning flashes on cue.
For ideal (with a touch of Hell),
one learns to weather for a spell.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, April 3, 2012  7:11 A.M.)

1652
Message To Myself (April 6, 2012)

Life’s dues entwine, like our first breath,
that valentine from certain death.
Will next be last? No guarantee.
Thank well the past, then let it be.

Next-breath thinking sobers the choice.
Sad is shrinking. Glad will rejoice.
Striving has taught, through mind and heart,
quality thought let me re-start.
Where beauty plays it’s joyful role,
there life conveys a smile from Soul.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, April 6, 2012  8:04 A.M.)

1653
There We Embrace

Its love again, or is it still?
The world thinks when. The Soul thinks will.
Romance transcends. Most crave love’s feel.
Our caring mends – ever so real.
Earth time does teach. Mankind does find,
through grasp and reach, heart mentors mind.
There we embrace the Human race.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, April 7, 2012  9:32 A.M.)

1654
Message To Myself (April 8, 2012)

Our first breath starts this learning life,
where will imparts the needed strife.
Our last begins a reconing
of all our sins and all they bring.
And in-between pleasures the choice.
Better the scene where we rejoice.
Love is the goal: our touch of Soul.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, April 8 (Easter), 2012  5:52 A.M.)

1655
For The Christ

They’re not your fault, our wars and pain.
Free-will dictates life far from sane.
Yours is a teaching how to weed.
(The purifying of the deed).
Service with charity, we’re told:
by the task not the hour – not gold.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, April 8 (Easter), 2012  9:32 A.M.)

1656
Turning Earth And Rising Sun

The goal of dawn is sun.
Earth’s crescendo is Light.
The goal of dusk is fun
(but dimming calls the night).
Cycles are something fine.
They teach by their design.

Sure Nature is a door.
With questions do we knock.
First we peek, then explore.
Answers slowly un-lock.
Science should be precise.
Its misuse plays not-nice.

The calm may help reveal.
The rushed become un-hinged.
The fire of life can heal.
Prudence remains un-singed.
God likes a good disguise.
Discernment feeds the wise.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, April 9, 2012  6:34 P.M.)

1657
Your Kiss Reveals Your Tenderness

Perhaps it is a magic spell.
This much distraction is quite new.
I ask my heart beat to foretell,
and see the loveliness of you.
There is a learning from the wise,
to fathom depth in each caress.
I sense the caring in your eyes.
Your kiss reveals your tenderness.
Beyond romance is our embrace.
Could a touch be more sensuous?
A mindful pulsing warms our space.
This you and me may soon be us.
Love manifests when two Souls blend.
We calm, and mend as we transcend.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, April 10, 2012  6:22 A.M.)

1658
Beautify With Words? Perhaps…

Music survives quite well.
It has all space to play.
Un-tied to wording’s spell,
it travels night and day.
Paintings transcend the talk.
They last longer than speak.
Sculptures endure like rock
(design being not weak).

Poems live not for long.
The lucky tongue ordains.
Less to world they belong,
where local language reigns.
One tongue would be quite nice.
(A not too soon good seed).
Find strength in wise advice.
Make beauty your best deed.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, April 11, 2012  7:27 A.M.)

1659
Close-Up Backyard Flower Photography

Your shutter should respect the breeze.
Weather, most playful, likes to tease.
Composition reflects your thought.
What will be sharp and what will not?
Selective focus can obscure.
Some backgrounds need artistic blur.
Back-lighting-sun halos for show,
but thinner petals hold that glow.
Light seems to come from deep within.
God might call it, “The joy of thin”.
Sure that would be a fitting name,
as loveliness reveals her flame.
Tag it science, or petal talk,
life is energy – sun to rock.
Thick or thin petal-play is sound:
highlighting beauty is profound.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, April 12, 2012  10:22   A.M.)

1660
Those Folks That Glow

With wink and grin and warming mood,
Yang must chase Yin. (Yin may elude).
This symbol play shows a notion,
perhaps to say life is motion.
Throughout such flow, within our reach,
those folks that glow have much to teach.
Love is the art mind learns from heart.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, April 14, 2012  7:19  A.M.)

1661
Dream-Talk (3)

I like to think Man can refine.
That with some subtle direction,
and a sensing of love divine,
we will dream about perfection.
Far beyond the childhood story,
the daring of paths un-pursued,
or dry adult allegory,
we will examine every mood.
Joyful feelings may then reveal,
we’ve touched upon a secret glow,
with kindest thoughts quite quick to heal,
that share with us what Man must know.
For sure all this may take a spell,
before Love has a tale to tell.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, April 14, 2012  5:31  P.M.)

1662
Love-Aware

The progress of my discerning
has made me love-aware,
that in all my large un-learning,
I need to shelter care.
My stubborn delusion insists
life’s not an illusion.
It thinks it knows just what exists.
This life is confusion.
The contents of our consciousness
can warm or chill a dream.
A non-heart search for happiness
may excite – not redeem.
Let love un-veil God’s joyful art.
Mind warmed by heart makes Man quite smart.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, April 17, 2012  6:51  A.M.)

1663
What Can Live Without The Sun?

Would cells burst? That’s no fun.
How cold can a heart beat?
Who is grateful for sun?
For its light? For its heat?
Thank hydrogen. (Sound odd?)
Big from small: small from God.
That writing on the wall?
Subatomic feeds all.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, April 19, 2012  11:06  A.M.)

1664
Flower-Talk (2)

Seeds are beauty un-spun.
They germinate when wet.
Leaves work quite well with sun,
and buds are blooms not yet.
The blossoming gives birth,
to feelings warm and kind,
to smiles beyond great worth,
as heart adds hope to mind.
If silent friends could speak,
sure shape and scent would say,
“Beauty can tweak your week.
Let us color your day.”
No doubt they’re right you know.
We all could use more glow.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, April 19, 2012  8:57  A.M.

1665
Invisible Reminders

They’re as common as thought,
but far more consistent.
We’re conscious of them not,
but feel them with intent.
And like the air of breath,
without them Man meets death.

I’m grateful for each one,
their future and their past,
and if I’ve lived “Well done…”
I’m happy for my last.
Our blood extends their reach.
Heartbeats have much to teach.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, April 21, 2012  6:34  A.M.

1666
Thriving-Talk

Flowers are fun. Surely you know,
Warm with the sun, they seem to glow.
Mind is the same, when warmed by heart.
Good is the game, Man’s greatest art.
Both thrive on light, and bring a smile.
Knowing what’s right makes life worthwhile.
Grasp the ideal. Knowledge can heal.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, April 21, 2012  7:48  A.M.

1667
Border-Talk

Some “self-liberated” in thought
(not just the loud or overproud),
employ a self-styled “ring-pass-not”.
Gray those broders do mist and cloud.
There’s surely some un-awareness,
perhaps a roaring lack of care.
It may involve stress or duress,
or hurts where fear inhibits dare.
Whatever the cause, walls are walls.
Bricks or feelings, they work quite well.
Yes love transmutes and overhauls,
but few are strong and less would tell,
of battles long from rude and crude
to each concealing subtle mood.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, April 21, 2012  9:58  A.M.

1668
Career-Talk

What brings success our way?
Where to focus? Where not?
Where is our one best play?
Where to concentrate thought?
It’s a mid-teen poser,
(sex may strongly distract),
a life impacting stir.
Solution will exact.
The smart will choose by joy
the labor of their years.
There beauty will employ
a minimum of tears.
But some choose by glory –
Man’s most painful story.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, April 21, 2012  11:14  A.M.)

1669
Dawn And Dim Talk

Soft notes can make our waking fun.
Evening colors bring delight.
Sure songbirds serenade the sun –
the coming and going of light.
How would we change our thinking day?
Should we honor Nature as much,
that harmony, deep felt, may say,
“Love permeates God’s turning touch”?
Real enhances this illusion,
sharing profound motions of space.
Beauty in joyful profusion,
bestows heart-loveliness with grace.
Happiness sings a joyous song,
that Man strives to find – then prolong.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, April 22, 2012  8:30  A.M.)

1670
Heaven’s Price

I’d like to see more dawn than dim,
But that, of course, is not the plan.
Free-will cuts happiness quite thin,
And dark desires like dimming Man.
Fools cannot give but bad advice.
The prudent know love is the prize.
Such kindliness is Heaven’s price,
And knowing Self is Hell’s demise.
It won’t be quick that is for sure.
So much to reap: fortune be told.
The finest will’s the finest cure.
No fear. No greed. No love of gold.
Pity all those who clutter mind.
Pain is a teacher of Mankind.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, April 23, 2012  637  A.M.)

1671
Life’s Complicated But…

Prudent guidance would say,
“Food and shelter then play.”
But each imprudent knows,
that’s not the way it goes.

It’s beg, borrow and steal.
Tomorrow-thoughts aren’t real.
What dark, hope lacking mood
whispers such attitude.

Labors may well define
life through social design,
beyond what choice may see.
How then can we be free?

Great teachers ever teach,
that hope’s the aim of reach,
that bettering’s the goal,
through Earth as well as Soul.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, April 24, 2012  836  A.M.)

1672
Love-Talk (2)

Warm feelings find great need to share.
You fill my mind. You kiss with care.
In our embrace two become one.
Love’s interlace is high-begun.
It is God’s art, this dance of Souls,
where mind hears heart, and heart consoles.
Soul love is real. Earth love can heal.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, April 26, 2012  6:15  A.M.)

1673
Love-Talk (3)

Lovely poems cannot compete,
nor Earth produce a greater glow,
than Love’s music in Love’s heartbeat.
In subtle light Love’s eyes do show.
Lovers know well that warming heart,
and how it serenades the mind.
Such song imparts the finest art,
with sounds that soothe our Humankind.
May the joy of love reign supreme.
Though , at times, it seems un-pursued,
this treasure is Man’s secret dream,
with hopes of ever-kinder mood.
Love demonstrates beauty and grace,
wherever true lovers embrace.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, April 29, 2012  7:46  A.M.)

1674
Love-Talk (4)

Romance is a stepping-stone, it seems,
the answer to our Human dreams.
At times it leads to love’s great cure,
healing some from the great unsure.
But there are times it leads to pain,
casting long doubt romance is sane.
Who would have thought, in thinking fair,
romance and karma are a pair.
This search for one that is just right,
blends with our search for greater light.

Will prudence so enhance our choice
that coming years see both rejoice,
or will fate dazzle, soon to find,
painful tears from a choice made blind.
The latter constitutes a test.
Can we bring forth our very best.
Beauty reflects the sculptor’s mood.
Love-chips don’t cut the hidden nude.
A flexible-caring will show
such form can hold a special glow.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, April 29, 2012  9:58  A.M.)

1675
Message To Myself (April 30, 2012)

Some blame economy:
stock markets fluctuate.
Some blame astronomy:
and think the cause is date.
Our “Get and keep” glory
(uncer territory),
Bows to fear and panic 
(quaky and volcanic).
Dim is the light of greed,
a painful seed indeed.
We harvest money-moods,
and all their attitudes.
Greater than wealth we learn --
Love needs us to discern.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, April 30, 2012  9:06  A.M.)

1676
In The Science Of Our Extremes

Now that Saguaros are blooming,
the warming’s upon us for sure.
Those triple-digits are looming.
Flexibility is the cure.
The prudent play after sunset,
and some are quite early to rise.
July summons the monsoon wet.
Horizontal lightning’s a prize.
Variety, the fun of dreams,
makes re-arranging quite the aim.
In the science of our extremes,
common sense plays an indoor game.
Experience pays summer dues.
The not-wise sing Sonoran blues.

 (Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, May 2, 2012  10:18  A.M.)

1677
Perceptive Yet Not Reflective?

It hears the croaking from the frog,
not pondering the polliwog.
It notices the flutter-by,
not caterpillar long gone-bye.
It sees tree leaves, only to miss,
the joy of photosynthesis.
It sees Mankind and not the play
of young heartbeats along the way.
Un-discerning may think it odd,
Discernment feel so close to God.
Add appreciation and care,
and happiness out shines despair.
Science discovers. God reveals.
One day we’ll know gratitude heals.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, May 2, 2012  10:18  A.M.)

1678
Message To Myself (May 5, 2012)

Earth’s long shadow reaches the moon.
Morning Doves whistle when they fly.
Musicians hope for a playful tune.
Thinkers ponder the what and why.
Searching with heart will surely find,
no matter how subtly concealed,
beauty’s the joy of Humankind,
teaching Man much the more revealed.
What’s the secret of gratitude,
that vanity thinks it un-sound?
Why is it the most healing mood?
Humility is quite profound.
May every heartbeat applaud
such a lovingly-prudent God.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, May 5, 2012  6:45  A.M.)

1679
Discernment Is A Virtue

Because they’ve been convinced it’s hard,
it’s so easy to disregard.
They lose desire to search and find.
(Worry it not: pay it no mind).
Has it ever happened to you,
that dull, enslaving point of view?

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, May 5, 2012  8:08  A.M.)

1680
Spring Talk

The Crocus tells the time for shoots,
As sure as white melts into green,
warming and waking bulds and roots.
Soon Dafodils will gold the scene.
Sun is telling what needs be told.
Narrative art’s, as old as God.
Earth dares to bud. Petals unfold.
The smart may hear what hearts applaud.
Nesting continues the glory.
Rebirth celebrates with pleasure.
Creation’s the greatest story,
but renewal’s beyond measure.
Seasons cycle, equal by right,
yet Spring offers divine delight.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, May 6, 2012  11:25  A.M.)

1681
The West: May 7, 2012

The World is buying gold.
It thinks the worst is near.
The prudent have all sold
their non-gold out of fear.
Governments are falling,
austerity is in.
Western debt’s appalling.
Our hope is wearing thin.
Will the Cactus Wren feel
our dread of not enough?
Gecko’s pushups are real.
Palo Verde’s drought tough.
Yet imprudence has shown,
Man often makes Earth groan.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, May 7, 2012  8:25  A.M.)

1682
Message To Myself (May 8, 2012)

The Great Architect, I suspect,
loves far beyond Human caring.
The little that we can detect,
glows kind and bright in our sharing.
Know, without going to extremes,
we’re given a mind to conceive,
and then, to manifest our dreams,
we’re given a heart to achieve.
Smart (or un-smart) we make our day.
Quality thought finds the best choice.
Anything less would pain our play.
The joyful would rather rejoice!
This joy of love is our best art,
found where mind listens well to heart.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, May 8, 2012  9:47  A.M.)

1683
A Time To Think-Cool

It’s no rumor: no false alarm.
Many are sure to lose their charm.
Summer’s promise has bloomed this day.
April in Phoenix, close to May.
Saguaro’s warning, always right,
prognosticates a harsher light.
Who loves these Sonoran extremes,
these searing tales, these melting dreams?
Perhaps the Hohokam were taught
the discipline of desert thought.
That thinking, lost to all but few,
is missed by most when summer’s due.
Triple-digits have much to teach,
and Fall seems far beyond our reach.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, May 9, 2012  9:50  A.M.)

1684
Oh Yes!

Again? Oh yes, without a doubt.
Such caring is the light of day.
What else but love can bring about
that Spring-feeling on life’s high-way.
Where Gambal Quail and Mourning Dove
know lovers sense their peaceful act.
Soft sounds seem to serenade Love,
like songs bird baths and seeds attract.
There fragrances calmly compel,
savoring flowers for delight.
Beyond scents that please us so well,
smiling colors enhance our light.
Oh yes! Again, with emphasis.
Warm is the touch. Sweet is the kiss.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, May 10, 2012  12:23  P.M.)

1685
Common-Sense Talk

Man’s common-sense, most all will find,
is passed-on talk and not much mind.
Beliefs and bias play their part.
Very little comes from the heart.
Seeing’s believing some have taught.
(Humidity’s an after thought).
Illusions challenge what we know.
It pays to form opinions slow.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, May 13, 2012  12:10  P.M.)

1686
The Thankful Healer

Medicines are not always pills.
Sometimes a subtle mood
can heal (surprise) our thought-made ills.
Remember gratitude.
Not other’s but our own will cure
(a truly self-healing).
Most find this silly and obscure
and quite un-appealing.
They’ll emphasize hipocracy,
forgetting that we owe.
Sure vanity will disagree
we’re given all our glow,
seeing first-breath as only air,
and heartbeats not from God with care.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, May 13, 2012  7:48  A.M.)

1687
Mother-Talk

We dedicate this special day
to mothers and their loving way.
The care they share we celebrate.
Who better to perpetuate
the joy of life by giving birth
(our door to setting foot on Earth).
I wonder if some day we’ll find,
mother-feelings may cure Mankind.
Most cherish Yin, perhaps treasure.
(Too much of Yang’s not the measure).
May feelings dare what heart holds dear,
that Mother’s Day fill all the year.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, May 13, 2012  11:03  A.M.)

1688
Rude-Talk

Sure rude is worse than crude.
It rides on low intent,
Within an un-kind mood,
Where mean can’t wait to vent.
Quite dimming is that choice,
Which wills to not rejoice.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, May 14, 2012  7:57  A.M.)

1689
R.I.P.

Sure that face fades beyond a cure.
Helpful hands are digitizing.
Duration speaks through numbers pure,
as future is realizing.
Yes the last winding shall conclude,
now that ticking is almost gone.
In quiet, gearless, interlude,
the spirit of time will move on.
Our future’s fed from the present,
as our present’s fed from the past.
No matter from where it’s been sent,
with Man, we know, most things don’t last.
Above all else, we find this true:
It’s not the new, but what we do.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, May 15, 2012  7:48  A.M.)

1690
The Poem As Sperm

What makes a poem impregnate
World Culture, then perpetuate
our private Human intertwine,
that Mankind struggles to refine?
There must be mind, perhaps some tales,
where pulse weathers and breath un-veils.
Sure rhyme and meter play their part.
Poems live not without a heart.
Love likes the charm of an old sage
(a warm sonnet from a worn page),
that adds delight, a joyful goal,
for every poem needs a Soul.
It may then see future applaud,
and sense the smiling nod of God.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, May 16, 2012  8:28  A.M.)

1691
It Pays To Know

This dream of acquiring wealth
and living in quite pristine health,
more often leads to overtime
(a poem sorely out of rhyme).
That worried gray’s not garden green,
where rose fragrance will calm the scene.
Knowledge can heal. Cherish its worth.
Greed can’t enhance our stay on Earth.
Not how much made, but how much spent:
the prudent know no discontent.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, May 17, 2012  8:18  P.M.)

1692
Rose-Talk

To petal count and petal height
Add form and color for delight.
This beauty brings a joyful smile,
One that the wise think well worthwhile.
A secret stays unseen all day.
For meetings it’s a prudent play.
Such fragrance calms un-joyful moods.
The rose likes not bad attitudes.
Rose oil’s costly, yet worth the price,
To see us Humans playing nice.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, May 18, 2012  5:35  P.M.)

1693
Will The Great Composer Disclose:

Why rose buds promise the rose;
why caterpillars, having chose
the butterfly, must soon transpose;
why oaks, in acorns, find repose?
Why enclose only to expose?
And was it fun
to make, from helium, a sun?

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturdayday, May 19, 2012  6:33  A.M.)

1694
Summer In The Sonoran Desert

The roses know our Spring can’t last.
Snow-birds have left for cooler light.
Palo Verde’s yellow has past.
May is feeling Saguaro white.
Time for the warming, dry and wet,
for “first-summers” perhaps, regret.

But desert dwellers know that play.
Their song’s now flexibility.
Early and late will cool their day.
Prudence improves ability.
Smarter, it seems, than summer drought,
til lightning puts the power out.

The Papago went-up for cool,
hill gathering above the heat.
Migration was their desert tool.
Survival found a way to eat.
Bean farmers soothed a dreading mood,
in the friendly arms of altitude.

Now an air-conditioned echo,
with Phoenix flowing in its veins,
watches the sunsets from below,
while waiting for the monsoon rains.
Yes, we’ve weathered wilting extremes,
but some prefer ice-cubes with dreams.

I must admit, I’m in their camp,
when calm maintains the loving arts.
Not hot and humid, cold and damp,
but cooling thoughts for heated hearts,
where kindly smiles may help rejoice,
and laughter may rekindle choice.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, May 20, 2012  4:27  P.M.)

1695
The Force Behind Kindness

There is, some feel, a song to sing,
where heart is real, and love is king.
It starts inside, where care can smile,
and ever guide to life worthwhile.
That light slow-flows from heart to mind,
as kindness glows in Humankind.
A thought not new, yet overdue.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, May 22, 2012  5:01  P.M.)

1696
When I See You Again

May I find you among the glad,
where joy’s an evergrowing art.
Sorrow pleases only the sad.
Delight pleases every heart.
Til then, here’s a loving earful –
Be cheerful, cheerful, cheerful!

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, May 22, 2012  10:56  A.M.)

1697
Pearly Gate Talk

They tell me God’s a real nice guy,
with hopes that we all beautify.

Will my behavior validate
my ticket through that Pearly Gate,
or will I need a back-up plan?
What could survive Saint Peter’s scan?

Perhaps I’ll have a few more days
to find excuses and delays,
to watch my language and my mood,
to upgrade all my rude and crude.

They say there’s mercy sweet and kind,
if only I let heart teach mind.
From now to then can I refine?
Are thoughts allowed to intertwine?

They tell me God’s a real good guy,
with hopes that we all beautify.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, May 22, 2012  10:00 A.M.)

1698
Day Light

These pastel pinks of dawn,
with all their subtle glow,
tinting our Earthly yawn,
hear morning prayers flow.
Birds serenade below.

Early heartbeats applaud,
grateful for one more day.
“May all the skills of God,
the author of our play,
shed Light upon our way.”

“Exchange the stars for sun,
with loveliness and grace,
allowing us the fun
(from mysteries and space),
to learn at our own pace.”

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, May 22, 2012  8:46 A.M.)

1699
Worry-Talk

My worry, if she had her way,
would have me quite more white than gray.
Stocks are forever too pricey,
my choices ever too dicey.
She cherishes her crash-story
(always ulcer territory).
She’s the ultra conservative,
where chance is not the way to live.
She advocates what most hold dear,
yet lessons that with loss and fear.

She has a point. I sympathize,
but life’s extremes are never-wise.
There is a balance, I propose,
that keeps the fragrance with the rose.
It’s learning goes beyond our schools
(experience with conscience rules),
where point of balance, far from pain,
keeps our decisions calm and sane.
Where worry’s footsteps fail to dare,
surely the heart taught mind to care.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, May 25, 2012  6:17 A.M.)

1700
Joy-Talk (2)

It is a Human kind of song.
Sure some feel it’s out of season
(some emphasize it’s just quite wrong),
that I’m “joyful without reason”.
Slept through the sunrise, I suppose.
Those pastel pinks won’t tint their play.
They missed the fragrance from the rose,
that may have calmed their busy day.
I’ll bet they did not thank the sun,
for selfless sharing of its light.
Their put-down, stay-down, kind of fun
declares un-kindness is their right.
I long ago learned (as a boy),
my love of beauty is my joy.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, May 27, 2012  11:04 A.M.)

1701
Message To Myself (May 27, 2012)

“If only I could just learn more,
I’d be happier than before.”
Discernment says, not nearly right.
What if it’s dark or dimmer light?
Surely some truth can make one sad,
and some may even make one mad.
One learns to kill. One learns to heal.
We concentrate on what we feel.
Application is how we learn.
Knowledge, like fire, can warm or burn.

The ancient wise ones often taught,
the goal is quality of thought.
Learn what’s joyful, what brings a smile.
Know that beauty is most worthwhile.
Search its delight. Go contemplate.
Cherish and then assimilate.
The wise know joy as happiness,
and beauty leads to joy (no less).
Use joy as shield, beauty as door,
then be happier than before.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, May 27, 2012  9:00 A.M.)

1702
Love-Talk (5)

Beyond all touch we feel,
in life’s most subtle ways,
a warming that’s more real
than sun to snowfelt days.
Sure it’s the finest thing,
knowing Love’s caring smile;
it’s serenade in Spring,
the warmth of life worthwhile.
Call it beautiful art,
and learn what all must know. 
Love has a hopeful heart,
that shares a joyful glow.
Call love of joy quite sound.
Call joy of love profound.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, May 27, 2012  8:09 A.M.)

1703
Hidden From View

They say there is an in-between,
and dozing before the dreaming
reveals the Human subtle scene –
the living as well as scheming.
The dreams, for most, take precedence.
Of these, too many don’t recall.
Unless they’re scarry or intense,
few know the other side at all.
That’s not good nor bad nor quite new.
It’s not the task, but how well done.
Souls have different things to do.
(When done with joy they’re much more fun).
But a glimpse can change how we feel,
on all we ever thought was real.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, May 28, 2012  11:03 A.M.)

1704
Heard On The Job

“A coat of paint covers
a multitude of sin.”
New moods for old lovers
adjust their Yang and Yin.
There’s always ways around
those things that most confound.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, May 28, 2012  11:03 A.M.)

1705
Dawn-Talk (2)

Palo Verde and purple sage
soon will glow with morning delight.
The songs of birds help disengage
the un-warm, depth of star-filled night.
Exchange the many for the one,
with so few awake and yawning.
Birdbaths glisten. Gambal's quail run.
The day illusion is dawning.
Atmospheric interaction 
displays a loveliness with grace.
Vibratory blue in action
hides the chilling darkness of space.
Your sun.Your day. Your learning play.
May this honor Your subtle way.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, May 28, 2012  8:22 A.M.)

1706
My Cost Of Growing Up

On April twenty eight
of nineteen forty three,
the landing on that date
In Boston, Mass. Was me.
It seemed more like “The Crash”.
I had no clothes, or cash.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, May 29, 2012  4:08 P.M.)

1707
 "Be Joyful Always"* (2)

Joy is a healing “altitude”.
Joy is a most nourishing goal.
As sure as leaf and light make food,
joy’s higher pleasure feeds the Soul.
What greater fortune than good health –
worth more than all life’s worldly wealth.

*1 Thessalonians 5:16

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, May 29, 2012  11:46 A.M.)

1708
Touched By Beauty

I love the glowing sun that plays
through petals and leaves in warm light.
The sparrow rides. The young branch sways.
Roses share a fragrant delight.
Sure beauty got His smile and nod,
and I, with reverence, applaud.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, May 31, 2012  4:42 A.M.)

1709
Dawn-Talk (3)

Songbirds serenade the turning,
and morning lets the pastels flow.
Sure another day’s discerning
may show Man what he needs, to glow.
Perhaps we have a song to sing,
a melody of loveliness.
One that reminds what love can bring
(what heart-access can re-possess).
Love is to life a valentine.
No lover could better be taught.
Pastel thinking helps us refine.
Auras gleam with quality thought.
Much light is there within our reach.
Arise. The dawn has much to teach.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, June 1, 2012  2:35 P.M.)

1710
We Conscious Gardeners

In our sowing and our reaping,
in our smiling and our weeping,
perhaps we’ll learn what all must know,
that love must stay, and hate must go.
Send gentle caring to each heart,
that practices God’s kindly art.
To those who choose to take, not share,
let conscience warn: beware, beware.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, June 2, 2012  4:42 P.M.)

1711
Garden-Talk (1)

Some call it feeder fun,
a carousel of tails
(flashing wings in the sun).
Perseverence prevails.
Birdbaths are different.
They seem to calm bird play.
The water can augment
a dignified array.
It could be the concrete,
perhaps a firm footing,
a time to not compete.
Yet, caution’s quick to wing.
Death’s a gliding shadow
(and whiskers stalking slow).

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, June 2, 2012  6:56  A.M.)

1712
Garden-Talk (2)

The feeder carousels in the breeze.
Sometimes chirping turns to squawking.
How quickly they scatter at a sneeze,
and some take wing from talking.
Cautious, flighty and cat nearby
(un-watchful eyes make feathers fly).

One for danger and one for food.
A prudent practice most all know.
It seems risk lingers in each mood.
A test perhaps – discern and grow.
Some say success comes through daring:
some say gratitude and caring.

Careless lives-not to reproduce.
Natural Selection sheds light.
Knowledge can only introduce.
Timing is gold. Apply it right.
It’s a learning this Earthly life,
and wise deals well with Earthly strife.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, June 3, 2012  7:01  A.M.)

1713
Learning Is Meant To Be

For sure we all want more
of what gives us pleasure.
We welcome and explore,
and add to each measure.
We give it our great care,
enjoying all the fun.
We desire and we dare,
and trust it’s just begun.
It leads us into life,
with all its seeming charm,
and yes, its pending strife,
in which it hides its harm.
Discernment is the key.
Learning is meant to be.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 3, 2012  8:55  A.M.)

1714
That After Diamond Ring

This in-between of Earth and sun,
can set the scene for lunar fun.
It seems quite odd, our light made dim,
then dark by God, as if by whim.
Eclipsing mood, what must we know?
Light-gratitude helps Man to grow.
Giving is kind when heart weds mind.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 3, 2012  10:38  A.M.)

1715
Marriage-Talk

For some, it’s a mistake:
for others, one great prize.
Some say it’s give and take
and quite the compromise.
Some claim love’s not enough.
Sex and wealth make the glow.
Some feel that’s “Human-stuff”
(nice to have: more to know).
Few think it is God’s way
to form a caring pact,
that teaches how to play,
in His great final act.
Those un-willing to learn,
find it of no concern.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 3, 2012  1:40  P.M.)

1716
Not Without Love (1)

Some say it is a non-stop grin,
others a warming, heart-felt smile.
Perhaps a sigh from deep within
will indicate life’s most worthwhile.
Steps seem so much lighter than light.
Humming? Oh yes, an old love tune.
The world’s forgiven. All is right,
and lovers still gaze at the moon.
The touching of two Souls can heal.
They warm Mankind as sun warms all.
Former lovers know how they feel.
It does excite and then enthrall.
Such caring keeps our hopes alive.
Not without love will Man survive.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, June 4, 2012  3:16  P.M.)

1717
Message To Myself (June 4, 2012)

Begiin with gratitude,
for breath and beating heart.
What better morning mood
to make a lovely start.
Next choose a joyful mind,
regardless of the sad
that plagues most Humankind,
and drives the rest quite mad.
Go calm the un-calm play
of daily confusion.
Refinement guides the way
through Earthly illusion.
And when it’s time to dream,
let beauty compose your theme.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, June 4, 2012  5:42 A.M.)

1718
Message To Myself (June 5, 2012)

Choose what’s most beautiful to you.
An anchor in beauty is wise.
The image of a rose would do,
or a glowing, orange sunrise.
In life’s rough seas, it is a gift.
(Calming your un-calm’s truly smart).
The joy from beauty will uplift.
A soothing tool – a prudent art.
Ugliness is easy to make.
Beauty is gold. Go manifest.
Ugliness is your great mistake.
Let beauty be your joyful quest.
As sure as the flowers in Spring,
it is the Human song to sing.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, June 5, 2012  9:16  P.M.)

1719
My No-Blame Diet

No fault, no blame, no regretting.
I’m responsible my weight soared.
But dieting is disquieting.
My tummy just rumbled and roared.
Taste led me many pounds astray.
To diet I added a fast.
I will never eat on Sunday,
until overeating is past.
“Which diet plan?” My friends all ask.
(So they can cross it off their list).
My losing is my winning task,
where my hungry will be dismissed.
Blaming is inflaming I find,
and fasting needs more heart than mind.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, June 6, 2012  11:52  A.M.)

1720
Love-Talk (6)

Asperaloe, with pink waving,
is Phoenix evergreen.
Its long, hard thin leaves are braving
our desert summer scene.
Like Chinese Plum blossoms, it seems,
that are late winter bold.
They flower  quite well at extremes,
like Man with heat and cold.
Facing the worst, Man’s at his best,
at least, that’s what some say.
Character grows in Nature’s test.
(Soul role-play underway).
We all are weathered in due time.
Earth storms make love sublime.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, June 7, 2012  11:14  A.M.)

1721
Not Beyond Our Reach

Color the clouds to end the day.
Fade the blue-illusion to night.
In our evening turn-away,
the many replace the one light.
Big Dipper points to the North Star.
Orion’s sword hangs from his belt.
Time for “Long-eyes” to see afar,
and sense the joy the Maker felt.
Beyond comprehension most feel.
I’ll bet He hopes we want to know
how complex was simple yet real,
and how He made that first star glow.
The answer’s not beyond our reach,
when mind allows the heart to teach.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, June 9, 2012  3:44  P.M.)

1722
My Hungry (1)

It thinks it is in charge, 
and knows what is success.
It smiles at extra large,
and revels in excess.
It tells me when to eat,
even if I just ate.
It won’t reject a treat,
and never wants to wait.
My belt size shows the round,
that jams and jellies make.
Peanut butter is sound.
Heaven is candy and cake.
Slim falls into a crack,
when lunch becomes a snack.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 10, 2012  7:07  A.M.)

1723
Turning-Talk (1)

When the sunset colors the sky,
and the many replace the one,
some ask themselves not what but why.
Why do we turn away from sun?
Is our turning designed to teach?
If so, our grasp’s within our reach.

Two suns we’d need to have no night:
one in the East, the other West.
Then North and South might be quite bright,
and shadowless surely at best.
Did God decide just one would do
to gain the proper point of view?

It seems the blue of day hides all
but the closest that lights and heats,
that one which gives the wherewithal
for un-frozen breaths and heartbeats.
One for many then many for one,
what were His thoughts when all was done?

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 10, 2012  7:13  A.M.)

1724
Turning-Talk (2)

The dawn signals again, Your turn,
to light-blue the dark starry space.
Throughout our sleepy un-concern
most miss Your loveliness and grace.
With yawns, pastels just come and go.
The many will yield to one light.
And yet those stars cease not to glow.
Our blue-illusion blocks that sight.
Sure it’s a curious blinding,
Earth’s star-window shuttered with day.
Perhaps future will be finding,
the secrets of our turning play.
We all know we have much to learn,
and Nature helps us all discern.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 10, 2012  7:26  A.M.)

1725
Don’t Diet In Your Sleep

My dreaming takes the form of food.
Chocolate chip cookies enhance
a banana-split kind of mood,
While candy and soda pop dance.
My heart-throb is Ice Cream Sundae.
I hope to make her mine oneday.

Some say I may hallucinate
in my every night extreme.
Surely she is the sweetest date,
when her topping adorns whipped cream.
If all weight loss is this much fun,
perhaps I’ll stay quite far from done.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 10, 2012  12:08  P.M.)

1726
Stock-Talk (2)

Some say that stocks will take a dive
so too silver and gold.
Some speculate, perhaps connive,
but most stocks will be sold.
Be prudent now with all your wealth,
worry can hurt your health.

Sure it will cycle up again.
That is the market’s way.
The great trick is buying just then,
and ride the winning play.
But dividends win the long run,
(collecting them is fun).

Not too risky, but discerning
is where wealth likes to go.
Not to safe, but a wise learning
preserves your smile and glow.
Caution knows always when to dare
(to buy, or sell, that share).

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 10, 2012  12:08  P.M.)

1727
Bright Is Right

The Earth needs sun, like love needs heart.
Learning is fun. Caring is smart.
Our arms will reach. Our hands will hold.
Caution will teach when to be bold.
The smart will find; health likes to smile,
greatness is kind, and life’s worthwhile.
The more we know, the more we glow.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, June 13, 2012  7:31  A.M.)

1728
Beauty Lives Where The Heart Lives

They decorate the endless tide.
Sea gulls and sandcastles preside.
The wet sand, clam squirts and bare feet
were loads of fun – a low tide treat.
Row boat fishing just felt ideal.
Flounder we caught, and sometimes eel.
Back then, the shoreline was my host,
and I, perhaps, a guest of coast.

Those ocean waves became heat waves,
and my learning how life behaves.
The gull is now the Cactus Wren.
Sandcastles became Saguaro.
Phoenix rose from that white sea foam.
Sonoran Desert’s my new home.
In my flower garden I cast,
Soul fishing its beauty and joy.
Great pleasures there are from the past,
like dodging clam squirts as a boy.
Yet feelings, most subtle, I find
are where heart laps the shore of mind.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, June 13, 2012  7:45  A.M.)

1729
My Not-So-Thin

Portions and fasting help my thin,
but my hungry still shouts for more.
It wants its way. It wants to win.
My fullness avoids keeping score.
The weighing-in is diet real,
but my too-much would rather hide.
My too-little would cut a deal,
but my just-right just won’t abide.
Sure my scale has the final say
in all these things heavy and light.
It knows when snacks come out to play
(when craving over-ruled what’s right).
Peanut butter is must have food.
Extra Large is an un-filled mood.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 17, 2012  6:53  A.M.)

1730
Thank You (4)

Each breath and each heartbeat,
each loving glance and smile,
Your secret, subtle treat,
that warms the heart worthwhile.

All the songs that birds sing,
that star we call our sun,
You’re in everything,
and yes, everyone.

You give the gift of thought.
You let us choose and feel.
In all our should and ought,
we strive to know what’s real.

Thank You for light and sound,
for taste, touch and fragrance,
for charity profound,
for grace and elegance.

May all my rude and crude,
from my un-knowing days,
become one loving mood
in ever grateful ways.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 17, 2012  7:16  A.M.)

1731
Message To Myself (June 17, 2012)

They riot in the streets.
Homes make lower price lows.
But dogs do tricks for treats,
and our day star still glows.
 “Dino” footprints are found
along with fossil bones.
Some think reason is sound.
Some know its danger zones.
Most need a joyful mate.
Most children go to school,
yet Earth knows love and hate.
(Hate’s an un-worthy fool).
It deserves our greatest respect,
this classroom of the un-perfect.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 17, 2012  7:35  A.M.)

1732
Let Us Caress

When I reflect on all the good
Man holds suspect, like brotherhood,
I think and pray, that all the sad,
let out to play, will change to glad.
Most folks, I find, would rather smile.
Reason un-kind is not worthwhile.
Yet Earth, it seems, knows Man’s extremes.

A caring “No” is God-like art.
It helps the flow that starts with heart.
The frightened nod sees through a tear.
Harm will applaud. Hate rules by fear.
The evil cast (a devil’s deal),
can never last. Love’s born to heal.
Care will caress with thoughtfulness.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 24, 2012  5:43  A.M.)

1733
Terrible Lizard Talk1

She reaped the Ghost Ranch desert floor.
Pelvic holes and skulls became art,2
But underground yielded much more --
Some dinos had a South West heart.3

Tracking monsters prehistoric,
By those with books and boots and brush,
Is not all that meteoric
(for they are never in a rush).

In the Bahariya they found,
Quite another Egyptian past,
“Dinosaur Heaven”4 in the ground.
(It seems God made those bones to last).

Some are finding footprints in stones.
Could fossil eggs be more rare?
Ten thousand Duck-Billed, dino bones,5
Earth past, for sure, has much to share.

Would the Pedernal6 seem more grand
Through pelvic-hole, by dino told?
Would lily with stone eggs expand
The beauty her paintings unfold?

Did she see that first flash of light?7
Did terrible embryos stir?
Bombs can both dust and wake a site.
Yet search we must. She would concur.

Let us toast the next humerus find.
How far back must the future go?
Let’s find that first humorous mind,
Which strived to set Man’s grin aglow.

Smiley Erectus (there’s a name).
Easy to remember and say,
To make us laugh, if not for fame,
To make Man’s un-smile go away.

Where’s the dig with that fossil smile?
Was it a pole shift rude and crude?
Have its descendants found worthwhile
Their interlude with modern mood?

NOTES:

1 In 1841 R. Owen gave the name Dinosaur meaning terrible lizard.
2 1940-1984 G. O’Keefe at Ghost Ranch in New Mexico (18 mi North of Abiquiu).
3 In 1947 E. Colbert discovered many Coelophysis fossils at Ghost Ranch.
4 In 2001 J. Smith (Univ. of Penn) re-explored Dr. E.S. Von Richenbach’s pre-WW1 find that was later bombed to dust in Egypt during WW2.
5 In 1982 J. Horner, Museum of the Rockies, Bozeman, Montana. Also discovered dinosaur eggs as well as the first dino-embryo ever unearthed.
6 Mountain seen from Ghost ranch. It appeared in O’Keefe’s painting “Pedernal from the ranch” 1956.
7 July 16, 1945, The first Atomic Bomb was dropped on New Mexico, White sands area near the city of Alamogordo.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 24, 2012  6:03  A.M.)

1734
Diet-Talk (2)

Now that I admit that I’m stout,
which desserts can I live without?
Banana splits? Hot Fudge Sundae?
These are how I get to Monday.

It’s a viscious battle, it seems,
this dealing with my food extremes.
Just what is this eating pleasure
that belt and scale tell-tale measure?

Perhaps something has gone un-filled.
Was it un-warm, and I un-skilled?
Was it disappointment, or loss?
Did I mistake glitter for gloss?

What do I do with a flawed choice?
(Pray for prudence. Hope to rejoice).
I should have prayed before choosing
Karma permitting my losing.

Fasting disciplines appetite.
Sure that would make the battle right,
but some think fasting’s a tad strong,
and others think that pills are wrong.

What’s left but watching what we eat,
and thinking long before we treat.
Sugar-free makes heavy go light.
When pounds are off, thin spells delight.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 24, 2012  6:08  A.M.)

1735
Ode To Joy

You say they bring me joy.
You are so very right.
I am a child with toy,
the kind that blooms with light.
Shape and color excite.
Those fragrances delight.

The ancient wise ones taught
(for those that light their heart),
it is the same with thought,
goodness blossoms quite smart.
Know gladness likes to flow.
Plan well your garden’s glow.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 24, 2012  7:45  A.M.)

1736
Flaw-Talk

I see that I’m blinded when my turn to be seen.
That’s when I’m reminded of an un-wise routine.
At not seeing I’m good. (When flaws show up “Too-bad”).
Would I see if I could? That answer’s just as sad.
Vanity will obscure all growing-up advice.
“Too heavy for a cure. Don’t try to tell me twice.”
My most-needed it seems, I mis-label extremes.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 24, 2012  4:37  P.M.)

1737
Demand Or Encourage?

If no one is perfect,
why expect perfection?
Such judging I suspect
guarantees rejection.
Who knows the Human cost
when forgiving is lost.

Sure some will think this odd.
Many may disapprove.
Let’s joyfully applaud
those striving to improve.
Ideals extend our reach.
Striving has much to teach.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, June 27, 2012  8:03  A.M.)

1738
Love-Talk (7)

Love is a choice. Decide to start.
Learn to rejoice. Home is your heart.
Love is a smile, sincerely shown.
Make it worthwhile. Let it be known.
Love is our goal and nothing less.
Our Human toll defines progress.
If this you know, smile-on, and glow.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, June 27, 2012  9:16  A.M.)

1739
For The common Good

Some strive to un-deceive,
un-tangle and un-weave.
They’re few, that is for sure,
that seek the Human cure.
Labors of love we find,
where heart whispers to mind.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, June 28, 2012  6:29  P.M.)

1740
Diet-Talk (3)

My hungry fast-grows un-quiet
At just the mere thought of diet.
Fierce growlings, that sound obscene,
Echo cut-backs in my cuisine.
It sweetens cravings with ice cream,
And fine foods from a gormet’s dream.

It would control all my dealings
Through banana split type feelings.
It runs a “con” with food as bait:
“Eat all you want and still lose weight!”
If I bite, I lose by gaining.
A win by loss is entertaining.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, June 30, 2012  7:12  P.M.)

1741
Love-Talk (8)

Make love your quest, cautious and bold.
Know love’s a test. Don’t bow to gold.
Smile forever. Learn to be kind.
Avoid never. Let heart teach mind.
Wishing’s a choice. Let love decide.
Hope will rejoice, and God preside.
Let love convene the vast un-seen.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, June 30, 2012  10:21  A.M.)

1742
Love-Talk (9)

Love is our hope and light.
It is the mind’s keystone.
Without it right is slight,
And mood becomes tombstone.
Of course, many just laugh
At thoughts of love quite pure.
They wrote it’s epitaph
(buried it deep for sure).
With varying degrees
Of our mind’s not-knowing,
We darken, with great ease,
The heart’s subtle glowing.
Humane’s not for the vain.
Love is life,  less the pain.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, June 30, 2012  8:01  A.M.)

1743
Love-Talk (10)

Would this old world still spin,
if Yang could not chase Yin?
Would things just boomerang,
if Yin could not “catch” Yang?
It’s a most subtle plan,
this educating Man.

Desire, it seems, can’t wait
to overpopulate.
It finds the time and place
to grow the Human Race.
And yet we sense, not odd,
(since all things start with God),
it leads, in addition,
to humble cognition.
Chase and catch are just part
of what goes on in heart.

When did Yin become wealth,
for which we learned such stealth?
When did power take hold
beyond the bounds of bold?
Who changed God’s loving game
to all out lust for fame?
For sure desire’s a test
that all may learn what’s best.
Love is a heart quite sane.
Not-love’s a life of pain.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, July 1, 2012  6:46  A.M.)

1744
Love-Talk (11)
Mutual moods and charming choice,
warm interludes and soon rejoice.
When lovers will, passions comply.
Empty will fill with dreamy sigh.

All lovers feel that touch of Soul.
Caresses heal, and hearts make whole.
Kind attraction, let it perfect
satisfaction with great respect.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, July 1, 2012  8:20  A.M.)

1745
Man’s Big-Bang!
The contention being who’s right,
the skirmishes send one reeling.
Is it true that the sexes fight, 
men logical – women feeling?
Logic without love is unsound.
How many have gone to extremes?
Surely some feelings run aground.
Envy and lust have hurt our dreams.
Good thoughts and feelings warm our day.
The battle’s not with Yin and Yang.
Bad thoughts and feelings shout their say,
causing our dust-up (Man’s big-bang!).
Quality keeps kindness flowing.
All else keeps the vain quite “knowing”.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, July 1, 2012  11:20  A.M.)

1746
My Best Friend
Some say it is that gut-feeling,
which success finds so appealing.
Such intuition helps transcend.
It’s with us to the very end.
Spirit it’s called by those who know,
that inner voice sets life aglow.
Perhaps it is the ultimate,
the highest-high of intimate.

Some say it is that “Still Small Voice”.
Who honors conscience will rejoice.
When my heart caresses my mind,
with timely whispers warm and kind,
I call it pillow-talk with Soul –
My stepping stone to being whole.
It’s then I feel with smiling nod,
only good things can come from God.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, July 3, 2012  5:00  P.M.)

1747
What, In The Universe, Is Discernment?
I thought all stars were white.
But that just wasn’t true.
I need to call things right.
Some are orange: some blue.

Our sun’s a yellow star.
Haven’t seen purple yet.
From what I’ve seen so far,
I wouldn’t want to bet.

When I took the trouble,
I learned what gazers know,
that some stars are double.
That’s how their “twinkles” show.

There is so much to learn,
to understand what’s real.
Calm takes it all in turn.
Small bites can make a meal.

Know this and you’ll survive.
Sadness is kin to fraud.
Warm smiles help hearts to thrive.
Discernment leads to God.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, July 4, 2012  9:12  A.M.)

1748
Tight Fit Talk
My belt size tells tales beyond waist.
An un-seen price well hides in taste.
The scale can’t weigh, what wallet knows.
The loss (or gain) will cost in clothes.
Ice Cream Sundaes, pizza and beer,
demand new outfits loud and clear.

Yet larger, subtler, more intense,
(far exceeding bank book expense),
my Self-Esteem prefers less “space”.
So some may say my cost is “face”.

While Hungry likes to snack all day,
There may yet be more bills to pay.
Over-snacking may not hurt wealth,
but heart beats say extremes hurt health.

The cause of snack’s a deeper fare,
There forgiveness must not despair.
Heart has a way of changing fate,
And I have naught to lose but weight.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, July 7, 2012  1:31  P.M.)

1749
My Last Prayer
Soon comes the dimming of my day.
My thanks for all I’ve learned:
for all who’ve helped in their own way;
for virtue, as discerned.
Thanks for letting me feed the birds;
for wind that shaped the cloud.
for reading wise and prudent words;
for love I was allowed.
Thanks for teaching me how to fast;
for knowledge of extremes;
for my first breath, and yes, my last;
for Your light in my dreams.
for the Compasses on the Square,
and all who dare to care.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, July 8, 2012  7:09  A.M.)

1750
My Ice Cream Never Melts
She knows my wants and my wishes,
and all my favorite dishes.
Her cravings are titillating.
Her sweet desires un-abating.
When it comes to getting her way,
her festive feelings rule the day.
My Hungry is quite pervasive,
and chocolate thoughts persuasive.

Someday, maybe, almost-perhaps,
all this eating may fill those gaps,
that went un-filled so long ago.
(I can’t recall what failed to glow).
Is my “Un-filled” theory true,
or just a sweet-tooth point of view?
I know not, and may know never,
Hungry’s why (and oh so clever).
Jams and jellies for sure won’t tell,
and ice cream just can’t say farewell.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, July 8, 2012  10:18  A.M.)

1751
My Heart Smiled
A full moon smiley face
(gift of a cloudy night),
caught in a breeze from space,
frowned-slow in graying light.

This moon, for sure, has moods,
where colors and shapes flow.
Gazers sense attitudes
(those old lovers well know).

Will smiley re-appear?
Will I be there to see?
I’ve learned with things so dear,
there is no guarantee.

Perhaps it was, with style,
God’s reminder of mirth,
that smiles are most worthwhile,
whether on moon or Earth.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, July 14, 2012  5:47  A.M.)

1752
Sonoran-Talk
The Hohokam knew when to go.
Global warming may make all fly.
Saguaro yet rules summer’s glow
(until November’s cooling sky).

These driest of the hottest days,
June needs more water to survive.
Only the fittest flower stays,
and Phoenix strives to soon revive.

July quenches the parching pest.
Our gardens feel heat’s worst has run.
Air hosts an invisible guest.
Humidity heals, Wilting’s fun.

Sonoran summer loves monsoon.
Not much would live without its rain.
The lack of it spells drought in June.
Gulf water keeps our desert sane.

Sonoran weathering is strong.
It shares the desert’s inner strength.
Each season has its, “Not-for-long”.
The weathered only smile at length.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, July 16, 2012  5:28  A.M.)

1753
Happy Space anniversary
In nineteen sixty nine
(the year of Buzz and Neil1),
Earth sent a valentine
that soared beyond ideal.

It was “Go” for the moon,
on twenty one July.
Not a moment too soon –
windows say when and why.

Escape velocity2,
must be, if any worth,
greater than gravity,
to break the bonds of Earth.

Sure Bacon3 would concur,
that, “To command Nature
you must first obey her.”
(Man’s insight may un-moor).

Forty three years have past,
since that “… leap for Mankind4”.
Our travel has been vast,
in space, as well as mind.

Three hundred eighty six
since Bacon’s mind did glow.
Ideas became “Sputniks5”.
The curious must know.

NOTES:
1.	American Astronauts Buzz Alderin and Neil Armstrong landed on the moon July 21, 1969.
2.	The escape velocity from Earth is approximately seven miles per second.
3.	Sir Francis Bacon (b.1561-d.1626) English statesman, essayist and philosopher.
4.	“That’s one small step for Man and one giant leap for Mankind.” Neil Armstrong as he stepped on the moon. First man ever on the moon.
5.	First artificial satellite of Earth. Put into orbit on October 1957 by the U.S.S.R.
(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, July 21, 2012  8:29  A.M.)

1754
My Day-Off-Diet Day (2)*
So many pounds ago,
when ounces crept quite slow,
I almost felt in charge,
before my extra large.

My “day-off-diet” day
for sure makes sweets okay.
My hungry cries, “Let’s eat.”,
always craving a treat.

This tightness in my throat
(non-verbals do denote),
claims chocolate can cure
all my discomfiture.

Some know well appetite,
and how to set things right.
“Don’t go there!” they would shout.
“Thin wins, beyond a doubt!”

But won’t and will now brawl.
Jams and jellies tell all.
My tempting’s in my taste,
and fast it finds, my waist.

Before my extra-large,
I almost felt in charge,
when ounces crept quite slow,
so many pounds ago…

*A combination of two previous poems: Diet-Talk and My Day-Off-Diet-Day 
(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, July 22, 2012  8:27  A.M.)

1755
How Many Times Must We Die
Some will rejoice (at least at first).
Few think their choice could be their worst.
We mostly hide from our thinking.
Memories chide. Doubt goes winking.
Some will ask why we’re born to choose,
and born to die-- but not to lose.
Love picks with care what God would share.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, July 29, 2012  8:04  A.M.)

1756
Perhaps If We Smiled More
Excitement pleads its case.
Moods cultivate their scheme.
What’s base soon sounds like grace.
Pleasure’s pushed to extreme.
Some cloudy-sky advice
can maximize our fun.
Knowing could be quite nice,
which feelings block our sun?
Personal storms abound,
invoked by games and blames.
Un-calm is quite un-sound,
regardless of its claims.
In our not-knowingness,
we will a world of stress.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, July 31, 2012  8:44  A.M.)

1757
To All Those
To all those
I should have helped,
But did not – 
Please forgive me.

To all those
I should have loved,
But did not – 
May God forgive me.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, July 31, 2012  8:45  A.M.)

1758
Sweet Mistrust
My appetite, with habit sure,
acquires insight to tempt and lure.
Banana Splits use subtle ways.
Sugar outwits “Won’t-Power” plays.
It’s sweet soft sounds (Ice Cream Sundaes)
Will veil those pounds seen on Mondays.
Sure it’s a must to diet well,
and sweet mistrust leads straight to Hell.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, August 6, 2012  8:27  A.M.)

1759
Rocks That Hide In The Water
This wishing it were different;
wishing it just “weren’t” so;
is time most curiously spent;
yet time most come to know.
Regret requires reflection.
Something left done from pain.
Some say honest introspection
is God keeping Man sane.
For sure some learn well from the past.
Were they given more Light?
Where is found a subject more vast,
or filled with more insight?
Yet errors have left some dismayed,
where our moods left less tint than shade.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, August 16, 2012  7:37  A.M.)

1760
Let There Be Will!
In looking at each star,
knowing each is a sun,
my thoughts go light-years far.
Did God make them for fun?
For laughs then, maybe Man
(to help is Heaven’s way),
filled God’s humerous plan
to put free-will in play.
Did He smile? Did He wink,
when giving us such Light?
I wonder, did He think
we’d learn to will just right?
My take, from our past show?
We’ve got light-years to go.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, August 17, 2012  11:13  A.M.)

1761
Message To Myself  (August 19, 2012)
An angry cloud can block our sun,
preferring life’s shades to life’s tints.
Sure get-back is its greatest fun.
It’s blind to lessons, deaf to hints.

Where extremes and not-love engage,
their logic leads to un-ascent.
It seeds a storm, a future rage,
that would touch all before it’s spent.

Our happiness is most worthwhile,
and yes, we first must change our ways.
Perhaps with a laugh and a smile,
dark chocolate might calm our days.

It’s really not so small a start,
happiness needs a calming mood,
where humor and sweets play their part,
while heart breaks bread with attitude.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, August 19, 2012  8:20  A.M.)

1762
The Un-Changeable Changes The Changeable
I’d like to think no one
is un-forgivable,
that nothing Man has done 
could be un-lovable,
but sure some reach that low,
dimming our Human glow.

Perhaps God lets them reap,
that Human-debt be gone,
through some Earth-wakeful sleep,
forgiving later on.
Humility’s that gain
(a learning paved with pain).

Maybe at that time I,
while thoughts linger lowly,
will ask myself just why
forgiveness comes slowly.
Good-will’s a learn and earn:
love is a must discern.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, August 24, 2012  9:55  A.M.)

1673
That Tactile Sense In Art
Impasto shares a textured feel.
It’s contrast dares the touch of real.
Apply it thick, like frosting cake.
Best to be quick, for freshness sake.
“The brush will sing. The paint will dance.”
Contrast’s the thing. Enhance the glance.
When smooth is smart, non-smooth is art.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, August 26, 2012  7:14  P.M.)

1674
Un-Weathered (2)
In the great American South West,
in the Sonoran Desert land,
Overcast summer skies are best.
(Non-Snowbirds fully understand).

Triple digits just tell in part:
humidity then tells it all.
Air conditioning is the art,
transmuting summer into fall.

Perhaps science will soon extend
from house and mall to city-dome.
Deserts may then be on the mend,
and more call Arizona home?

Would the Hohokam then come back?
Would Phoenix winter lose appeal?
Would airports be outside (outback)?
How would a lack of seasons feel?

For sure Snowbirds would be no more,
and the cacti, a non-dome plant.
Yet desert dwells beyond dome’s door,
to winter delight and enchant.

But, can we best live un-tethered
to the seasons and all they teach?
Climate control seems un-weathered,
a no-grit place, with withered reach.

Would there be non-dome training laws?
Nature’s the sculptor of our light.
It chips away at all Man’s flaws,
and leaves an echo of what’s right.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, August 26, 2012  9:24  A.M.)

1675
Poets That Feed My Soul
Longfellow sparks a glow.
Holmes brings a warming smile.
Whittier has their flow,
and Frost is well worthwhile.
Their stories heal and mend,
where beauty brings a sigh.
Rhyme and meter attend
insights that clarify.
Sure they’re a hearty meal
(poems are more than read),
a tasty home cooked real,
with jams and fresh baked bread.
Aromas share to say,
I’ll be well fed today.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, August 26, 2012  10:07  A.M.)

1766
Something We Feel, But Never See
Together or apart
experience will teach.
It’s all about the heart,
and all within our reach.
Sure it will take a while.
Imprudence is our pain.
It hurts less when we smile.
Kind learning keeps us sane.
The art of love, no doubt,
has helped Man learn to share.
Not-love’s a walk-about,
with separating flair.
Not-bought (cannot be sold),
heart thought gleams more than gold.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, August 28, 2012  7:35  A.M.)

1767
Synonyms For Kindness
Some call it love. Sure that would do,
when quality actions fullfil,
such a most Godly point of view,
to beautify the Human will.
Here mercy. There benevolence.
By many names does kindness flow.
There is no higher common sense:
no better way for Man to grow.
Just look around. Care’s far from rare.
Humanity’s most glowing art,
displays the ways we really share.
Charity is an act of heart.
Not in the headlines you will find,
the heart knows how to coach the mind.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, August 28, 2012  7:55  A.M.)

1768
A Delightful Yet Un-Delicious Loss
Is giving up some weight
not taking on some thin?
What is the sanest rate,
and when do I begin?
Weight-loss should never hurt.
Regret’s a bad dessert.

There’s just no consoling
when fasting is the thief,
And the best cajoling
never achieves relief.
Intent needs none of these.
(Will to win, not appease).

My din of do and don’ts
devils my disquiet.
My way of will and won’ts
forms my world of diet.
My “gain” will be my loss:
and “more”, much less my boss.

Slimming will be my bliss.
It makes my losing “light”.
Calories I won’t miss,
the way my “Heavy” might.
Graceful may find its place,
as I take up less space.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, August 28, 2012  9:17  A.M.)

1769
Stocky-Marky
Now Bulls and Bears don’t sleep so well.
Those scarry cares from buy and sell
make nervous days when price descends.
“Buy low. It pays to follow trends.”
Will markets peak, or will they dive?
Will things turn bleek, or will they thrive?
Greed plays with fear, year after year.

 (Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, August 28, 2012  9:21  A.M.)

1770
The Innocent-Criminal
It’s in us all to a degree.
Some keep it small. Some set it free.
Proud in its ways, quick to elude,
it’s “No-Fault” plays with attitude.
Let it be named Ohno Notme.
(The last one blamed by vanity).
The wise have taught: be-friend it not.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, August 30, 2012  10:47  A.M.)

1771
Why Does That Lizard Do Push-Ups?
It ran three feet
and then did ten,
to then repeat
over again
Three and ten
Three and ten.

Was it the heat?
Genes baked by sun?
Some were complete.
Some barely done,
cheat and run,
cheat and run.

Unlike rabbit,
it moves when still.
Why that habit?
Why that will,
to move when still,
to move when still?

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, September 2,, 2012  10:00  A.M.)

1772
Message To Myself (September 2, 2012)
Global warming’s not caused by sex:
sure that’s just a non-glacial plot.
Some rumors heat to glow and flame.
What seems to be may surely not.

Agendas fill our mental life.
So many twist self-serving ways.
Close inspection reveals intent.
Motives are the seconds of days.

Some are loving, to help Mankind.
Some are low on the scale of bad.
Evil exhibits cruelty,
and subtle signs of mind gone mad.

Discernment leads to happiness.
The quality of seed I’m taught,
is ever forming my future,
as harvester of all I’ve thought:

and yes, of all I think of now.
I’m the chooser of what I plant.
Will I dwell in degrees of crude,
or give my life a loving slant?

Choice is a gift that’s most sublime.
My future’s in my grasp not reach.
(To understand is to rejoice).
Cause and effect have much to teach.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, September 2,, 2012  10:00  A.M.)

1773
I Just Wanted More
Peanut butter was sure the thing.
“Jelly-nutters” could make hearts sing.
Play kept most slim, but some liked more.
Taste versus trim changes contour.
Worry can round as well as gray.
“Less” versus “Pound” battle each day.
Scale referees. Feelings chant “Eat!”
“Hungry” agrees. Ice cream’s a treat.

Banana Splits will tempt and lure.
Such test of wits need grit for cure.
Our “Yes” To taste, is “Yes” To gain.
Retaking waist may mean less pain.
Over eating won’t compensate
(just a telling that we sure ate).
Let prudence teach. Let future thin.
Within our reach is our best grin.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, September 2,, 2012  10:00  A.M.)

1774
Message To Myself (September 3, 2012)
Born to choose. Born to learn,
choice is a gift sublime.
After that brief first breath,
we’re all on borrowed time.
Don’t waste. Be quick to see.
Be smart, not lost in moods.
Discern the best then act.
Forget the attitudes.
Be the bright, not the dim,
there joy earns more than sad.
Less light brings us much pain.
Right-thnking makes us glad.
Help Mankind – that’s the goal.
More heart brings in more Soul.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, September 2,, 2012  4:40  A.M.)

1775
Love Your Enemy?
Our friends might say “misfit”.
Our country, “You’re dead wrong!”
There would have to be grit,
to dance to that sweet song.

Such love is like a plot
for Soul revolution.
In war one would be shot
(the traitor-solution).

Just what would Prudence say?
“Practical wisdom knows,
silence might save the day,
but actions will disclose.”

And what say you oh Heart?
“Dilemmas can be tense.
Protection is love-smart.
Love-kills in self-defense.”

And what say you my Soul?
Do you accept love-kill?
Can we embrace this goal?
“Protect and serve good-will.”

And what say You dear God?
“Know that free-will means choice.
Does Earth testing seem odd?
Remember to rejoice!”

May we start with a smile,
and focus our heart’s reach.
The joy of love’s worthwhile,
and God has much to teach.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, September 5, 2012  7:26  A.M.)

1776
That Far And No Further
(a line in the dessert)

My appetite, if it could speak,
would rage and bitterly complain
(with its chile-pepper critique),
that I’ve encroached on its domain.

It wants steak and eggs for breakfast.
I give it coffee, fruit and toast.
New eating habits flabbergast,
from almost always to almost.

Blame it not, for being angry.
I trained it so to want that much.
Mostly empty was my “Hungry”,
when “Slim and Trim” and me lost touch.

My “Munch and Crunch” would reign supreme.
They welcome sensations of taste.
They snack through lunch then crave ice cream,
with wanton disregard for waist.

They’re ever in the mood for food,
and think it rude if I get strong.
Yet I intrude (when I protrude),
to sing my thinning, winning song.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, September 12, 2012  7:56  A.M.)

1777
Welcome To Classroom Earth

Hear their story. Know it gut-well.
Watch their “glory”, their subtle spell.
Don’t think this new, or not un-told.
One painful view is love of gold.
Another game, that rules the day,
is love of fame, a tragic play.

Perhaps the worst trapping of mind
is Man’s “Me-First”. Man’s “So-Unkind”.
Face them you must. Discern their style.
Know who to trust, and what’s worthwhile.
Remember heart glows with insight.
Learn well the art, the Way of Light.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, September 15, 2012  8:15  A.M.)

1778
Little Known And Less Used

It’s a feeling, a hate-not mood,
that’s appealing (not rude and crude).
The Thankful know grateful is kind.
There is a glow when heart warms mind.
The next breath drawn becomes a friend.
Night fades to dawn. Heart beats ascend.
They energize and realign,
then civilize, that we refine.
Gratitude pure (so earthly trod),
is Heaven’s cure, designed by God.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, September 15, 2012  12:17  P.M.)

1779
The Joining

Let it be known in dreams,
that beauty fills our days.
There has been a joining,
a merging of our ways.

In our crossing of thought,
our spiral made its birth.
A subtle pledge in Soul,
beyond the vows of Earth.

How warming is this love.
I feel it deep in heart,
whispering forever,
“Once joined never apart”.

Let heartbeats serenade,
sharing our song in rhyme,
entwining joyful moods,
in feelings quite sublime.

May all share our laughter,
and sense our caring smile,
huming their inner theme,
making all life worthwhile.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, September 16, 2012  10:15  P.M.)

1780
Legal Tender Talk

Whether to save or spend,
it motivates our deeds.
Whether borrow or lend,
greed wants and un-greed needs.
Wealth and poverty play,
each second, every day.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, September 16, 2012  1:25  P.M.)

1781
Message To Myself (September 17, 2012)

Sure there are those who hate the Light.
Deception is their main disguise.
Fear and pleasure replace what’s right.
Their goal is to destroy what’s wise.
Their history makes Good turn pale.
There’s no limit to their “un-kind”.
Their cruelty is their tell-tale.
Their lack of heart un-warms their mind.
Then there are those with hearts aglow,
more powerful in thought and deed.
The Highest of Hearts they would know,
to plant and nourish all good seed.
The dim regret. The bright rejoice.
Free-will’s the gift to make that choice.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, September 17, 2012  8:15  A.M.)

1782
My Thyroid And Banana Splits

My Hungry can’t be satisfied.
Sure it is ever wanting more.
Not to be filled but fortified,
for some exhausting future chore.
Energy levels are at play,
behind intense desire for food.
Jams and jellies make any day
a delicious holiday mood.
My Need and Want read “eating-right”,
with all its healthly undertones,
as giving in to appetite,
before I end up skin and bones.
Diet needs grit to reign supreme
over chocolate chip ice cream.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, September 17, 2012  8:16  A.M.)

1783
Just North Of Skunk Creek

God naps in these mountains.
Sunsets are a calm inner breeze.
The stars feel at home here,
where demons can be quelled with ease.

Bird songs welcome the dawn.
They serenade the coming light.
Pastel feelings tint clouds.
Our day star veils our starry night.

Close beyond Dead Man Wash,
near the Interstate Seventeen,
the Fall Equinox grins.
Triple-digits have left the scene.

Some like this kind of heat
(Sonoran Desert summer days).
Some leave not looking back,
un-tuned to Arizona’s ways.

The Saguaro thrive here,
green and spiny and two-man tall.
Silent old sentinels --
don’t even try to count them all.

We, like the Saguaro,
have expectations to prevail.
For sure we’re not all grit
(unless we’re telling a tall tale).

The Cactus Wren would vouch
(when not so deluged by monsoon),
only inner weather
can sing an Arizona Tune.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, September 19, 2012  8:24  A.M.)

1784
Longer Than We Can Imagine

The Good applaud, as heart warms mind.
Those that love God will love Mankind.
They know the ways free-will can test
(those hurtful days at our bequest).
Designed to teach through deed by choice:
a selfish reach does not rejoice.

Most want long life, power and fame,
reaping that strife and quick to blame.
Mistakes we know. Pain we endure.
(Watch for the glow. Good thoughts will cure).
Love will un-numb. Prudence gives sight,
as we become Seekers of Light.
Fast is soon old. Patience is friend.
Joy is God’s gold. Shine and ascend.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, September 19, 2012  9:31  A.M.)

1785
I Am (Beneficial, Ecstatic And Useful To You)
(What Am I?)

Each sees me not the same.
In form I am most dear.
Sure I’m a warming flame,
and help with atmosphere.
My pleasure perks your day,
and soothes that chore daunting.
Found in the eye some say:
more you’re always wanting.
With ease I can be found.
To me you gravitate.
I like color and sound.
Some see me on a date.
And here’s my biggest clue.
I need your point of view.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, September 23, 2012  5:25  A.M.)

1786
Finding Toes

In all my days of extra-large,
My Hungry was never quiet.
It let me know who was in charge,
And laughed at my thoughts of diet.
It veiled my mind to calories,
And inspired their desire for taste.
For sure I followed its decrees,
As toes would hide below my waist.
The thin know not of such a tale.
Weight is not for them to discern.
They step on a different scale.
(Other troubles are their concern).
Vexations laugh (and some beguile),
When we feel foolishness worthwhile.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, September 26, 2012  8:10  A.M.)

1787
But Do We Have The Constitution?

Somethings should be made into law.
Dessert should never go to waist.
Husbands need never have a flaw.
“Far-out” should be quite-near good taste.
All children must know happiness.
(Ice cream for all and forever).
That lovers may always caress --
chocolate to be taxed never.
Let charity be taught in school,
that all will have enough to eat.
Patience should be a golden rule,
and learning, yes, a joyful treat.
For Banana Splits, a cherry
(that Man’s sadness warm to merry).

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, September 26, 2012  10:20 P.M.)

1788
Happiness Is A Rose In Bloom

The rose, with its calming fragrance,
is a symbol, to some, of Soul.
Many connect it with romance,
that love which makes the heart feel whole.
Man, the beholder and measure,
knows the beauty in petal height.
Sure petal count is a treasure,
and texture adds feeling to light.
Rose oil is healing, when it’s pure.
Its scent is a forgotten art.
Call it Man’s irritation cure.
Calm is the wealth and health of heart.
Color it joy. Smell its perfume.
Happiness is a rose in bloom.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, September 27, 2012  8:55 P.M.)

1789
Message To Myself (September 27, 2012)

Some people, like plants, need shade.
Their fears escape and evade.
What bright has long projected,
the dim have quite rejected.
Such attitude may un-nerve,
if caring failed to preserve
the love of that Godly art,
which kindles our warmth of heart.
Free-will-choosing shouts, “Now learn!”.
Each heartbeat whispers, “Discern… “.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, September 27, 2012  3:40 P.M.)

1790
I Am (Delightful And Worldly Nude)
(What am I?)

Using pastels to override,
I slowly blue the dark-be-gone.
Far behind me the stars will hide,
while birds announce me with their song.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, September 29, 2012  8:00 A.M.)

1791
The Warming Of Our Way

A change of Plan? Born smart not young?
Perhaps if Man just had no tongue?
Who rules the mind in such detail,
that no un-kind ever prevail?

Free-will’s our test. Man has been taught,
that heart can best illumine thought.
The gift of choice shows how we care.
Let us rejoice and learn to share.

Near or afar light is our play.
Through our sun-star God warms our way.
Very few know the reason why.
Life is a glow: apply, apply…

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, September 29, 2012  10:32 P.M.)

1792
Beyond The Wink

I like to think it’s no tall-tale.
Beyond the wink, care will prevail.
Beyond the grin, beyond the smile,
care is a win. Heart won’t defile.
Beyond romance, where care makes whole,
we are that dance, that touch of Soul…

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, September 30, 2012  8:30 P.M.)

1793
What A Waist

Hauling less freight some call a win.
My forty-eight is now ten-thin.
Less appetite (more tricks to fix),
Means diet-right to thirty-six.
And there I’ll stay, if hope be sure,
prudence in play and care as cure,
To nevermore see thrity-four.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, September 30, 2012  11:39 A.M.)

1794
Intent With Attitude

Perhaps you’ve heard throughout your life,
The spoken word has caused much strife.
Sure it’s intent with attitude,
that will ferment the rude and crude.
Twisted tongues tell the too-tall tale.
They weave a spell for truth to fail,
 (hawking the sinful things of night),
But dim can’t win against the Light.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, October 1, 2012  3:16 P.M.)

1795
That Hiram moment

There’s just one place I start,
no matter night or day.
The Altar of my heart
is where I pause to pray.

The Architect presides,
to know me thought and deed,
and in my moods confides
the answer to my need.

Charity by degree,
warm touches each good goal,
to strengthen harmony
and grasp the way of Soul…

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, October 1, 2012  3:16 P.M.)

1796
No Dust No Flake

The incipiency, of snowflake life,
invisible to Man, is caused by strife.
Far below freezing there, (as clouds well know),
dust and water create beautiful snow.
A speck of dust becomes the snowflake heart.
Within the water lies the snowflake art.
Flake’s hexagonal guest (atoms at play),
make snowflake symmetry six-fold today.
Science will answer what, but who knows why,
the snowflake’s an echo falling from sky?
Man has his guests as well. Heart sets our pace,
While DNA then shapes our Human Race.
Sure much has been hidden, and much un-spent,
yet unseen shall be seen in Man’s ascent.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, October 8, 2012  12:36 P.M.)

1797
Message To Myself (October 10, 2012)

Co-Measurement?

Perhaps it’s like Andromeda,
our nearest galactic Neighbor –
unseen 
without assistance.

Sure its all worldly,
prudently calculating
the infinitude 
of effects.
Yet,
it is more than prudence.

It is one of the beauties of life,
unavailable,
to the un-calm.

The whole of love
is considered.
Yet,
it is more than love.

Of all the degrees of wisdom,
it is beyond a doubt 
supreme.

It requires the heart
of patience.
Yet,
it is more than patience.

Far seeing, it discerns
the best possibilities.

It whispers to sincerity
and sings to benevolence.
Yet,
never sold,
it is light years beyond
the gleam of gold.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, October 10, 2012  8:05 A.M.)

1798
We Think Therefore We Dream

Let there be light in mind.
Let there be warmth of heart.
Man’s actions will be kind:
Man’s thinking will be smart.
Killing would stop that day.
Lies, Man could not conceive.
Greed stars not in that play.
Fears cannot interweave.
Desire will be not vain.
“Me-First” will be no more.
The Earth will see no pain.
Behold, no rich or poor.
The stars would then applaud,
that Man gave love the nod…

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, October 11, 2012  2:50 A.M.)

1799
Nice From Not So Nice?

Heart’s the teacher of mind,
that mind has yet to meet.
“Me-First” is far from kind,
and strives to rule complete.
This “bad” gives “good” its start --
pain will bring mind to heart.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, October 11, 2012  3:58 A.M.)

1800
A Clarinet Concerto With Flowers

Beautify, always beautify.
With a balance of shade and light,
this garden’s meant to satisfy.
Color, shape and fragrance delight.

Many leaf textures greet my hand.
Ears fill with the soft songs of birds.
Longfellow sings, that minds expand,
with A Psalm of Life‘s1 most true words.

Ben Franklin would enjoy this palce.
Perhaps Poor Richard found his say
in such a quiet change of pace,
or lightning rod day-dreamed to stay.

My garden is a tool of life,
to detox un-calm points of view:
a sanctuary from world strife;
to think, to forgive, to renew.

A calm mind is ever the goal.
To rush is imprudent at best.
Equilibrium born of Soul
passes every Earthly test.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, October 11, 2012  8:46 A.M.)

1801
Tomorrow I’ll Think Slim

Jams and jellies are joyful foods,
like the Hot Fudge Sundae.
They seem like youth’s un-dying moods:
never fat; never gray.

Live forever, out done by none.
Taste’s love affair is sweet.
Eating is ever so much fun.
“Enjoy! Life’s one big treat!”

Sure appetite is always right.
Just ask it to explain.
Its eloquence is full of light,
yet guaranteed to gain.

My scale reminds what age well knows.
Banana Splits make pounds.
Chocolate cake hides where it shows.
Appetite so confounds.

It just won’t say, “No more. I’m full.”
Too much is not enough.
This Taurus is one hungry bull.
(Slim’s ride may be quite rough).

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, October 11, 2012  9:37 A.M.)

1802
The Almost Never-Tell

Rhymes of the inner kind
(that far more subtle art),
are landscapes of the mind,
and portraits of the heart.
Their contents satisfy,
give hope, and yes, inspire.
They indicate just why
love is the goal-entire.
Such touch of Soul refines,
beyond Dim’s crude critique.
Smart knows light intertwines
(our peek at life’s mystique).
This almost never-tell
will guide forever-well.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, October 13, 2012  7:48 A.M.)

1803
Message To Myself (October 14, 2012)

Selfish precedes selfless.
“Me-First” just leads to pain.
Confusion makes a mess,
and crude makes little gain.
Free-will allows for choice.
Virtue helps Man rejoice.

Simply quite appealing,
so smiles the inner art.
Joyful is the feeling,
that lights the way of heart.
Such whispers, warm and kind,
forgive the mean of mind.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, October 14, 2012  1:18 P.M.)

1804
Sometime After Wooing

How does it feel inside my heart?
You’ve been there all along.
I felt your warming from the start:
Heard you humming our song.
How does it feel inside my mind --
our never-ending tryst?
In memory I search and find
each moment we have kissed.
How does it feel inside my Soul,
My dreams and my surmise?
Gratitude decorates our goal.
Hearts know such love is wise.
It circumscribes a graceful space,
where care and delight can embrace.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, October 14, 2012  10:20 P.M.)

1805
Man’s Greatest Cure?

From all great beauty, mind and Soul,
a joyful feeling is my goal,
for un-joy is extant today,
its sadness earns a painful pay.

Now some will ask, “Where to begin?”
My best advice is with a grin,
and if that rocks your world (amen),
a laugh may better that by ten.

Finding beauty is nothing new.
Beholders have their points of view.
Just knowing sadness leads to pain,
will make this world that much more sane.

That common sense claims joy as health.
Prudence may name it Man’s great wealth.
I “almost” guarantee, “for sure”,
joy well may be Man’s greatest cure.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, October 15, 2012  10:13 A.M.)

1806
In The Egyptian Book Of The Dead

They pictured truth as a feather,
so light in one pan of the scale.
The heart was placed in the other.
Some think it the scariest tale.

Heavy hearts were fed to Ammit 1.
Light hearts entered their paradise.
A moment no one could outwit.
Weight determined naughty and nice.

No jury of peers would be there.
No lawyer to argue your case.
No tongue to tell them that you care.
No tearful eyes, or smiley face.

Honesty did the passage cost.
Deception, no doubt, failed the test.
All deceivers to life were lost,
in that culling of Mankind’s best.

Is it so different today?
Does “our” Heaven want impure hearts?
Is dishonesty made to pay,
for embracing deceptive arts?

Dark and Heavy conspire to rule,
for them it’s an on-going fight.
They see the good man as a fool,
and will the dimming of his light.

Low attitudes often intrude,
with truth the target of self-gain.
For sure intent feeds thought and mood,
as devious invokes self-pain.

Time shows they come and go with flare,
like those sun spots we know won’t last.
They cause much hurt with little care,
and as all storms are soon well past.

1.	Demon in ancient Egyptian religion with a body that was part lion, hippopotamus, and crocodile. known as an “Eater of hearts”.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, October 16, 2012  6:20 P.M.)

1807
The Permeation Of Concern

Twenty wings and ten tails
scatter in a flurry.
Sure that bird bath feeling
mixes dread with hurry.
With water hole un-ease
set to drink with worry,
death taught us to discern.
(The dead don’t live to learn).

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, October 18, 2012  9:22 P.M.)

1808
Forgotten Pebbles

Countless ripples trouble my shore.
Thought-watching is the sport I play.
The game goes on. There’s always more.
Pebbles are dropped both night and day.

Take note if they whisper or shout.
Are they rude and crude or refined?
Do they uplift or just bring doubt?
Do they progress or fall behind?

Some separate and some embrace.
Some hide a hurt, and some will heal.
Those satellites of inner space
make boredom fade and life more real.

The keen mind knows it must discern,
that happiness be brought to reach,
for mind-observers love to learn,
what quality-thought loves to teach.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, October 20, 2012  7:31 A.M.)

1809
The Secret Of Close-Up Flower Photography

Sunset’s a softer light,
much warmer to the eye.
Sunrise makes cool color.
Pictures owe much to sky.
Catch the glow of flowers.
Their light and shadows play.
How subtle is beauty,
through dawn and dusk of day.
Shadowless noon is harsh.
Shutters then get a rest.
Light quality is gold.
Great beauty is the quest.
Always use a tripod,
and through the lens, see God.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, October 20, 2012  8:45 P.M.)

1810
The Diet Specious?

Who says diet’s a dirty word,
for all true lovers of ice cream?
Subconscious eating loses weight.
Try a Banana Split day-dream!

Imaginary calories
promise never to go to waist.
Desire multiplies aromas.
Moods-delicious, magnify taste.

My Hungry would read off the scale,
thinking this joke just not worthwhile.
For sure conscious chocolate cake
would soon return its warming smile.

Habits get nasty when threatened.
(Undoubtedly good at raving).
It’s battle-stations throughout mind,
as fasting ignores each craving.

Tough-love Hungry: portions don’t fill.
Attitudes generate belt size.
Greed (and pasta) could be impaled.
Heart’s the victor as thought grows wise.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, October 21, 2012  9:09 A.M.)

1811
Message To Myself (October 25, 2012)

Regret’s a learning from living,
ever adjusting points of view.
This life is practice for the next,
discerning Man’s must-never-do.
Yet Man also fathoms what’s right,
and good-will knows the Way of Light.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, October 26, 2012  10:05 P.M.)

1812
Message To Myself (October 28, 2012)

The wise, they say, learn from the past,
but only the mad get stuck there.
Loving thinkers plant future fields,
that harvesters will sense we care.

Small sins offend the honest heart.
It deeply knows where such could flow.
The scratching ones just wink and smile,
they notice not the lesser glow.

The brighter rainbows are the best.
Pastels, no doubt, shine with insight.
Each virtue has its own color.
Be wise. The way of life is Light.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, October 28, 2012  2:14 P.M.)

1813
The Most Unusual Gift

Sorrows are a-wailing.
Un-mastered has its sway.
Reminders of failing
makes not a joyful day.

Yet pain’s our great feedback,
our signal something’s wrong:
and fixing what we lack
makes for merrier song.

Some habits, un-sublime,
show what we thought was real.
For them there’s no bad time.
No awkwardness they feel.

Choice would be more prudent,
if we could but foretell,
which thoughts we would lament,
and which, indeed, excel.

Our God chose our choosing
as both our curse and cure.
Our winning and losing
shows all how we mature.

Praying for Light-sowing,
may be Man’s pre-dawn prize.
Let us be a-glowing,
benevolent and wise.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, October 28, 2012  2:26 P.M.)

1814
The Mystery Of Fullness

I like the feeling of fullness,
but my fullness just won’t lose weight.
How to feel full but weigh much less
is not the problem of the plate.

Struggling to deal with appetite
goes beyond chocolate cream pie,
beyond judging of wrong or right,
beyond all my wondering why.

It’s my dealing with that feeling.
The one which wants to be in charge:
That feeling which gives no healing
to my waist hauling extra large.

I thought I had the discipline,
but feelings first must be discerned,
before won’t power can begin.
May things so subtle soon be learned.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, October 29, 2012  6:23A.M.)

1815
Un-Knowing Is Un-Seeing

Life is in the sowing.
Quality thought’s the gage.
Only the un-knowing
advise anger and rage.
May they soon grasp the art,
where mind learns from the heart.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, October 29, 2012  7:00 A.M.)

1816
Learning The Art

From dawn the sun will rise.
Its rays will warm us all.
Quality thought’s our prize.
With foolishness we fall.
Mankind, at times, is smart,
when listening to heart.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, October 31, 2012  8:03 A.M.)

1817
Message To Myself (November 10, 2012)

South of Horse Thief Basin, I dream:
and North of Dead Man Wash, I wish;
that Man might be much less extreme,
and thought be free of gibberish.

My garden views an Eastern scene.
Orion is background tonight.
So much is far beyond eye-seen,
yet telescopes reveal such light.

Galileo’s four moons still perch --
the First-Scope-Gazer’s mistletoe.
(Jupiter’s kiss would start the search,
which set scope-gazing all aglow).

But looking’s more than watching star.
It’s a prayer of heart through sky,
that Heaven leave a door ajar,
for Man to glimpse and wonder why.

Sure there’s a sacred mood of space;
where the Highest of Hearts draws near,
where beauty’s smile and joy’s embrace
invite all kindness to endear.

In truth, heart is the scope of scopes.
Discernment grows Man’s great un-weave.
It is the door to all good hopes,
all that love will ever achieve…

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, November 10, 2012  7:59 A.M.)

1818
Relative Rabbit Stew?

Pink roses were planted.
(The garden needed grace).
Forgotten rabbits munched,
in leafy interface.

There’s always a “Hungry”.
God made us need to eat.
Friends say, “Shoot the rascals--
victory or defeat!”

Some plants were not their taste.
Perhaps less friend than foe.
So saved the Lantana
and the many Aloe.

In pots, on a table,
(my rascal-knowledge found),
I can still grow roses,
some three feet from the ground.

Not a “World-Solution”:
(the “Dim” still hate the “Light”);
just a subtle learning,
that put yard-balance right.

If rabbits were habits,
which ones would I ensnare,
those that nibble pleasure,
or devour all I care?

If gardens were future,
would I grace tomorrow,
and smile at Dim’s crude ways,
while joy outwits sorrow?

If habits were Man’s norms,
would we make war or fuss?
Would we use nukes or joy?
Would “Me-Firsts” morph to “Us”?

Dims will do what Dims do.
May they learn Light and teach.
May love un-torture peace.
May prudence guide their reach.

The brighter help and wait,
where lesser-light is slow.
If I am Dim to them,
may I increase my glow…

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, November 10, 2012  12:34 P.M.)

1819
Lost In The Dessert

Chocolate is my breath of life.
Banana Splits make my heart beat.
If I give up desserts I’ll die.
Can’t live without a tasty treat.

I hold this pit-bull point of view,
to be a solemn sugar-rite,
of all not-thins everywhere,
whose appetite is sweet delight.

A stout confectionarian
knows fine pudding, candy and pie.
Theories never frost the cake.
It’s in the taste, not in the why.

They say desire feeds attitude,
and that it rarely feels complete.
Are moods so quite un-fillable,
that they defeat how much we eat?

My scale says eat just half a bowl,
and then un-sweet a tad each day.
The other half’s for self-control,
to smile at pounds that melt away.

I’d like to think I have the grit;
no sweet regrets, no “Good-grief!” fears.
But will patience outlast prudence?
A pound a week may take me years.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, November 12, 2012  8:41 A.M.)

1820
Freemasonry 1

I knocked upon their door.
My heart said it was time.
I met them, rich and poor.
Their sharing was sublime.
Brotherly love earns trust.
Good men learn to adjust.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, November 12, 2012  8:32 P.M.)

1821
My Never-Full

It knows no fill, this Never-Full.
Sure it’s a feeling to eat more.
Some say I have two hollow legs.
Dessert’s a triple-scoop encore.

Mine’s a senior kind of concern.
Will Heaven find me overweight?
Is Never-Full a part of Soul?
Must I scale-in outside the Gate?

Friends give me hopeful sentiment --
to match my hungry point of view.
They say I worry much too much.
Saint Peter lets us non-thins through.

Perhaps quite soon, I’ll get quite slim.
Certainly (maybe) I will try.
With seventy years of “seconds”,
my last thought might be pie, not why.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, November 13, 2012  11:28 P.M.)

1822
Message To Myself (November 16, 2012)

Be careful of the cheek you tweak.
No matter how crude or how rude.
Try not to be so quick to speak.
You might invoke an attitude.
Now un-informed may be okay,
or perhaps even un-knowing,
but naieve just won’t save the day,
and ignorant is un-growing.
The tongue, no doubt, has started fights –
large, small and yes, family size.
The prudent one never incites.
True caution sees with eyes quite wise.
Love does not put-down or malign:
sure kindness is God’s sweetest sign.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, November 16, 2012  11:14 P.M.)

1823
Impeachable

Some think Me-First’s the way to go,
and implement egoic ways.
They grab the best, but they are slow
to think beyond their Earthly days.
That we’re on borrowed time from birth
has formed a “Get-Mine” attitude,
one that’s long thought of little worth –
than caring touch and kinder mood.
Poor choices make that sort of night,
which pain would highly recommend.
Let there be Light. Let there be sight.
Let vision, beyond self, extend.
Quality thought will always teach
Brotherly Love’s within our reach.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, November 18, 2012  11:55 A.M.)

1824
The Mind As Garden

If thought be seed, what will we sow—
flower or weed? Surely both grow.
Is it Earth-Fate, or Man’s great test?
Flowers elate, but weeds grow best.
Harvests bestow joyful or sad.
The less we glow, the less we’re glad.
Happy’s relief, and grief’s the thief.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, November 19, 2012  9:10 A.M.)

1825
Pleiades Without A Scope

One just might think they don’t exist.
It’s a most unusual sight.
Naked-eye staring sees them not.
(A glance aside will glimpse their light).
Then you know where: what part of sky,
to point them out to those quite new,
and share the secret way they hide,
as each night melts away the blue.
Turning tells Man’s great illusion
(that stars aren’t there during the day).
Sun and atmosphere set that stage,
as if stars did not watch day play.
There is more to life, I suspect,
and more to seeing indirect.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, November 19, 2012  7:03 A.M.)

1826
Freemasonry 2

Light symbols can be quite solid,
and some are just two dimension.
Yet behind the form or design,
they invite to chiefly bestow,
that knowledge and power to glow.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, November 19, 2012  6:56 A.M.)

1827
Man’s Happy Art

What makes life glow? What’s healing new?
It pays to know the joyful view.
Good attitude grows from good choice.
Far beyond mood we can rejoice.
Look close and find Man’s happy art --
behold the mind when warmed by heart.
With joy we heal, and un-conceal…

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, November 21, 2012  7:42 A.M.)

1828
Gambel’s Quail

The males have copper caps,
black faces with white trim.
The ladies are soft gray,
refined and stately slim.

My garden wall well serves
as their high ground walkway,
and solid perch to spot
those stalking them as prey.

With explosions of flight
short spurts are their un-told.
Beyond a foot wingspan,
those flurries keep them bold.

Their plumes shake with their walk --
a watchable creature.
What else are top knots for?
Why this tell-tale feature?

Quail-fenders they could be
(life’s bump-me-not feelers),
ground dwellers come to need,
as low branch concealers.

The secret of the bob,
may just be my knowing,
it’s fun to speculate
and feel my grin growing.

Shaped like a questionmark,
it reminds of Man’s quest,
to search throughout Nature,
and find what God thinks best.

Sure it’s not a wiggle,
or waddle side to side.
It’s a smiling-jiggle,
a bob not meant to hide.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, November 24, 2012  8:01 A.M.)

1829
Taste-Talk

Taste buds live as a cell.
We sense what they detect.
Some dieters know well,
that tasty is suspect.
Of note is that flavor
(sweet-lingering in mind),
that “die-for” we savor,
which puts us in a bind.
Heavy’s in the haunting
(our sweet-obsessing needs).
The hungry voice of wanting,
commands, demands and pleads.
Some live in “after-taste”,
where wanting goes to waist.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, November 27, 2012  7:12 A.M.)

1830
Tongue-Talk

Beyond intimacy,
the tongue helps heal or kill.
Man’s play is “Me” or “We”.
Our will leads to great skill.
Some tests can be unique.
Some pillows hear heart-speak.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, November 27, 2012  8:21 A.M.)

1831
Intangible-Talk

Galaxies whirl beyond our view.
Stars, out of sight, are all ablaze.
Sure the unseen is now not new.
Humidity escapes our gaze.

Why does the un-perceived persist?
Is it a “stop and think” from God?
Intangibles, like love, exist:
and warming hearts find that not odd.

Electrons and their nucleus
avoid the glimpse of naked eye.
A “seeing is believing” fuss
defies the mind to verify.

Some would coat what is real with dread.
Science will heal that “no-see” choice.
With an awe, which knows fear misled,
our warmth of heart helps us rejoice.

Misty prisms and rays of light --
rainbows need right angles to glow.
Not visible makes great in-sight.
(From “nothing” lose that blinding “no”).

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, November 30, 2012  10:21 A.M.)

1832
Wallet Sized Hopes?

They’re grateful sure for each convert
to tobacco and dessert.
With oil and steel for trains and planes,
the prospect is real for gains.
Telephones, chocolates and booze,
how can, an investor lose?
Shall we delineate the ways,
or wish them the best stock plays?

It’s just a learning afterall,
regardless of rise or fall.
From the most prudent I expect
discernment with no neglect.
From the rest, slow pain will reveal
investments not quite ideal.
Life seems the same in any field,
no matter what kind of yield.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, December 1, 2012  7:44 A.M.)

1833
The Best Un-Excitement Money Can’t Buy

Becoming a brighter Mankind
Means having a far cleaner mind.
Some would surely welcome that day.
The rest would miss the un-clean play.
Non-violence would dull the plot.
Serenity pleases them not.
They think of joy and start to yawn.
Their beauty is a boring dawn.
That heart knows calm, which far exceeds
the rush of mind’s cold-worldly deeds.
Let’s hope we wake and comprehend,
beauty and joy are Man’s best mend.
Perhaps we’ll learn God’s sacred art
(mind can’t improve without the heart).

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, December 1, 2012  12:59 P.M.)

1834
To Be Soul Warm

God-lovers hold a point of view --
that heartbeats sing a sacred song.
I sense few feel this as quite true,
but hope life proves me oh so wrong.
God-love it takes to be Soul warm.
We navigate, and then transform.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, December 2, 2012  10:12 P.M.)

1835
Mankind’s Stepping Stone To Humanity

Friends are quite a treasure,
far beyond diamonds and gold.
When heart is the measure,
friendship can truly unfold.
Like chocolate, I find,
a feeling most warm, and kind.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, December 2, 2012  8:09 A.M.)

1836
Short On We

Beyond a doubt, you’re sure to find.
Schools teach about and train the mnd,
but not the heart. Perhaps few know
that healthy art which warms our glow.
Yes, it’s a sin, say “We” and “Us”,
that love’s not in the syllabus,
for “I” and “Me” cherish “Not-We”.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, December 6, 2012  8:24 A.M.)

1837
To Those Who Would Love

When the heart beats a joyful song,
all lovers know love’s never wrong.
That high tide feeling charms the mind,
with thoughts of others warm and kind.
The world has no greater mending,
than this touching and this blending.
Yes, learn it now and learn it well:
love is a Godly kind of spell…

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, December 6, 2012  8:37 A.M.)

1838
A Mozart Meditation

Call now the winds. Prepare the strings.
Let drums announce the song Love sings.
Bring harmony to show the way.
Calm the chaos of moods at play.
Use Light to counterpoint extremes,
and balance out Man’s dimmest dreams.

Some say Mozart received that nod.
(Great music can come straight from God).
Such notes, for most, are hard to find.
Perhaps he prayed that heart guide mind,
to gift the future with a smile,
an inspiration well worthwhile.

His concerto for clarinet
may be the best, from heart, as yet.
Who next will invoke The Sublime,
to share the greatest of all time?
Whose call of love will orchestrate,
and then, perhaps, illuminate?

Please send the best (that we can hear):
whose joy will dry our saddest tear;
whose beauty is an ocean’s seed;
whose charity can know no greed.
Call now the winds. Prepare the strings.
Let drums announce the song Love sings.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, December 11, 2012  7:03 A.M.)

1839
Freemasonry 3

Could brotherly love be more dear?
Prudence cherishes charity.
Honor the joy of improvement
(and perpendicularity).
Heart starts with the Great Architect,
whose plumb guides so true and erect.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, December 11, 2012  1:45 P.M.)

1840
Bon Appetit?

With quite quick wit, I justify
Banana Split or Apple Pie.
I’m overweight, but “gettin” thin.
That smaller plate sure helps to win.

Heavy’s slowing: tired takes charge.
Joy is knowing not extra-large.
I’m on the mend, but appetite
(my so-called friend), feels “always” right.
Should I indulge? Should I adjourn?
How not to bulge is my concern.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, December 11, 2012  10:42 P.M.)

1841
Perhaps (2)

Down there,
under the Me-fog
of obscured ideas,
lies the magnet.

There are runways
without lights,
and lights
without runways.

Quick gain
urges
a quick touchdown.

The feeling of chance
is the instrument
of approach.

Perhaps
my impatience,
this time,
will no longer
dim
my light.

Perhaps
my imprudence,
this time,
will no longer
invite
pain.

Perhaps…

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, December 15, 2012  7:02 A.M.)

1842
Message To Myself (December 15, 2012)

For some it’s no surprise.
The smart can make mistakes.
Too-knowing is not wise.
The world knows many fakes.
Self-serving will annoy.
(Me-First is not ideal).
Who is wise without joy?
Without our love, what’s real?
What finer Earthly art,
than mind tempered by heart?

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, December 15, 2012  7:57 A.M.)

1843
The Earning Of Refinement

They tell me compassion
is a stepping stone
to forgiveness.

Yet who has compassion
without tolerance,
and who has tolerance
without patience?

To learn,
we must first
discern…

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, December 15, 2012  8:30 A.M.)

1844
Timeless Questions?

When will our Me-First
be left behind?

When will the heart
warm the mind?

When will mankind
become Human-kind?

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, December 16, 2012  7:44 A.M.)

1845
Shield-Talk

The world has changed,
again.
It seems that
wise is not enough,
nor love
quite soft or tough.
There must be joy1!

No dark
could ever dim
joy’s glow.

A special-wisdom2,
we could say,
one worthy of our trust
against chaos-unjust,
or come what may…

1.	 I Thessalonians  5:16
2.	Agni Yoga Series: Joy is a shield. Joy is a special wisdom. Joy is the health of the spirit.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, December 16, 2012  8:05 A.M.)

1846
Does It Just Happen?

They more than saturate our mind.
They’re considerate, warm and kind.
How do these feelings manifest?
Are they some subtle Human test?
Was it planned in long-ago-time,
for two hearts to sing, Soul sublime?
Is it, after all, heart-access,
where Venus glows with each caress?

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, December 17, 2012  7:18 P.M.)

1847
Tummy-Talk

When I give in to appetite,
and find “good” reasons I should eat,
I know they’re never really right,
when I go down in sweet-defeat.
At what point-weak do I give in,
and listen to that voice not friend?
Sure that’s where some would say I sin,
and need contrition to amend.
Perhaps they mean I should discern.
To this hindsight would quite agree,
and I would hope that I soon learn:
tasty-whispers are not fat-free.
Far from logic and all that’s sane,
desire sees the pleasure, not the pain.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, December 18, 2012  9:31 A.M.)

1848
How Much Does A Feeling Really Weigh?

I weigh less on Monday,
because of diet tricks
(never on a Sunday
and nothing after six).
I snack less all week long.
Portions provide me taste.
Good habits know no wrong.
Much more just goes to waist.
Slim feels thin’s grasp is right
(less calories appeal).
Prudence will play pounds-light.
Heavy’s a guilty meal.
There where discernment slips,
feelings betray the hips.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, December 18, 2012  10:27 A.M.)

1849
Internal-External Un-Civil War

Their un-joy frowns their face.
A smile could make them mad.
For them joy’s out of place.
They will their world quite sad.
Down-moods are sad-experts.
They dim life with, “I can’t”.
Less light brings on more hurts.
Not-joy would rule extant.
One good old book declares --
to be joyful always.
A cure for Man’s nightmares?
(Joy now, with no delays).
Yet, sad’s a Pit Bull true --
tenacious, and not new…

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, December 21, 2012  10:47 A.M.)

1850
Love-Talk (12)

Could there be a finer feeling?
All lovers know this song of heart --
most warming and most appealing;
this touch of Soul; this Godly art.

It is a renaissance of care
(a fire that sets two minds aglow),
a gift, perhaps, beyond compare,
that Humans have been made to know.

Heartbeats echo an inner grace.
Two become one in grateful rhyme.
Pillow whispers then find embrace.
The smile of life is love sublime.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, December 23, 2012  10:40 A.M.)

1851
Message To Myself (December 23, 2012)

Because feelings change the world,
love fills an earthly need.
History is made by thought.
Good thinking lights the deed.
How earned is this dimming glow?
Which moods make darkness bold?
Can vanity produce dusk?
Will we blame fame or gold?
Quality thought chooses well.
Mistakes are food for strife.
Experience will soon learn,
choosing’s the Law of Life.
Know that love is most worthwhile.
Go. Rejoice. Make heartbeats smile.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, December 24, 2012  8:50 A.M.)

1852
When Santa’s More Than Santa

Sure Santa is most appealing
after almost seventy years.
Deep inside this Christmas feeling,
love remembers and perseveres.
Humanity needs the giving.
It is an acorn kind of care.
Mankind well needs the receiving,
in preparation for repair.
A vital symbol is the Claus,
from tree-lights and presents to heart.
Is it not love that makes most pause --
that great “time-out” is Santa’s art.
Whose songs are more treasured, and sung?
Who’s more waited for by the young?

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, December 24, 2012 11:53 A.M.)
 
1853
To Choose Is To Prefer

Fast-laners think Roller Coaster.
Slow-laners think of Ferris Wheel.
Plunge and twist excites and distracts.
A calm high look has peace appeal.
Sweethearts like the Tunnel of Love,
and kids still do Merry-Go-Rounds.
Preference is most curious.
It delights, and yet it confounds.
Sure it is much like an acorn,
that could dominate life’s routine.
Why like this much better than that?
Was it like true love, unforeseen?
Did it bring a warmth or a frost?
Being free, how much has it cost?

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, December 28, 2012 11:53 A.M.)

1854
Weed The Day

My conclusion (or as some say,
my illusion), is weed the day.
Peace and quiet? Beautiful dreams?
If we diet all our extremes.
Balance will teach. Quality choice
becomes the reach. Learn and rejoice.
Love is the prize -- healing and wise.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, December 29, 2012 8:01 A.M.)

1855
Message To Myself (December 29, 2012)

Diamonds know far greater pressure.
After war everywhere hurts.
Pain, in strange regard’s a treasure.
To love’s learning karma converts.
Peace will recoup (sometimes re-coil).
Humanity’s growth has its cost.
There’s more to learn how not to spoil,
yet, in-between does not mean lost.
Incarnations keep track, no doubt.
The Law of Compensation schools.
Intent dictates: nothing’s left out.
In the long run attitude rules.
Kindness will warm, love will endure,
and gratitude knows how to cure.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, December 29, 2012 9:52 A.M.)

1856
To Gardeners In Winter

Scare them all off: crows, rabbits, bugs and weeds.
Un-darken skies that damage and destroy.
Gather bare root roses, spring bulbs and seeds.
Color with heart. Shape with beauty and joy.
For it is winter now and time to dream;
time to tune into the calm of Nature;
to sip the subtle balance of extreme.
Prepare to permeate life’s leaf green cure.
And in the in-between of warming-cold,
alert the crocus and the daffodil,
to be perhaps, particularly bold,
in all gardens lovely with Man’s good will.
Scare them all off: secure the garden gate.
Love never mingles with anger or hate.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, December 29, 2012 3:20 P.M.)

1857
Delicious Does Delight

My diet, in my view,
teaches me who I am.
Peanut Butter will do,
so too Strawberry Jam.

Subtle feelings prevail.
Chocolate is a tease.
Will I ever not fail
the test of Cheddar Cheese?

My Scale shouts, “Loss of mind!”;
and wants me let it choose,
between amount and kind,
that it may help me lose.

Deny or moderate?
Stop now, or just cut back?
Tough -Love won’t stack my plate,
and Thin would never snack.

Can habits forge “their” way,
when Belt-Size screams, “Too tight!”?
Will Taste-Bud rule the day?
(Delicious does delight)…

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, December 30, 2012 1:47 P.M.)

1858
Naked-Eye Andromeda?

A mystery to solve?
A detail, not a smudge?
When eyes cannot resolve,
it’s easy to misjudge.
Perhaps it wants to hide,
at least to quite confuse.
This “mist” that won’t confide
would hardly make the news.
The stubborn “Gazer” knows,
large scopes can find its face.
It spirals and it glows,
much like our own in space.
Longfellow1 did not dream --
“…things are not what they seem.”

1Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: poem: A Psalm of Life
(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, December 30, 2012 11:12 A.M.)

1859
Where Is Santa Now?

It’s a credit-card-Christmas.
Far less are working.
Somewhere, someone is hungry.

During recessions,
Joe and Jane Santa
still deliver.

May their gifts be filled with love.
May their snuggles be extra warm.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, December 30, 2012 11:27 A.M.)

1860
What Is Santa’s Part?

Thoughtfulness shows. It reassures.
Our friendship glows as kindness cures.
Heart gets the call. Giving’s the prize.
Santa’s for all, so say the wise.
Warmth is love-bold. It smiles and mends.
Not-heart is cold. It un-attends.
Mankind’s re-start is Santa’s part.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, December 30, 2012 11:30 A.M.)

1861
Delicious Distraction

Flavored mousse or Apple Strudel?
Cherry Cobbler with Peach Ice Cream?
A Strawberry Pudding Parfait?
Dessert’s a daring dinner dream.
Warmed Caramel Pecan Brownies;
buttered frostings and Hot Fudge Sauce;
grateful German Chocolate Cake;
there is no doubt sweet tooth is boss.
Besides subtle satisfaction,
confection makes taste buds complete.
A sweet delicious distraction
joyfully whispers, “A fun treat”.
Not watching is a smile for Scale.
There-in will extra-large prevail.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, January 4, 2013 8:45 P.M.)

1862
Love-Talk (13)

It’s only warm that knows what all hearts hold,
for un-warm forgets for un-warm reasons.
Let us call then on lovers young and old,
to govern the world’s un-loving seasons.
Not-warm is not kind, and never Man’s gain.
Warm is most giving and willing to share.
The aim is healing and life without pain,
where the heart teaches mind, we find great care.
From the most loving, choose the most prudent.
(Man’s happiness knows, no better advice).
Un-warm will fight to keep fear in ascent,
calculating love’s nice will turn to vice.
But not with truth has it ever been taught,
that true love could be so foolish in thought.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, January 7, 2013 7:05 A.M.)

1863
Untold-Talk

When kindness shares harmony flows.
The more Man cares, the more Man glows.
Some have forgot, that human-wise,
Heart’s always taught love is the prize.
Hear the un-told. Thoughts become things.
Love is God-bold: know it grows wings.
Who will ask why, when love thoughts fly?

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, January 7, 2013 9:30 A.M.)

1864
The Dis-Ease Of Not Understanding

Some say You’ve earned mistrust,
(allowing Man’s free-will);
No matter how “unjust”,
or how much blood we spill.
Choice is ever sowing.
Reaping knows joy and pain.
Wisdom’s in the knowing,
which seeds will harvest-sane.
We need Your healing touch
(that joy which is Your art),
and if it’s not too much,
please keep us in Your heart.
May knowing love reveal
quality thoughts can heal.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, January 7, 2013 12;09 P.M.)

1865
Nebulous-Talk

Now nebulae are nurseries:
spacious midwives to stars not few;
rich in nuclear nutrients;
quite willing to combust star new.

Sure something draws them to star point,
while they heat up along the way.
Some say it’s Nature’s attraction --
never God’s thought directs their play.

Of course, faithful perseverance
asks,  “Who” might start this stir throughout?”
Theories are curious things.
What’s included and what’s left out?

Telling-scopes are now in orbit.
Will they next be on Moon or Mars?
Would we permit what they transmit,
as we self search the stuff of stars?

If science and God could converge,
would we then find a mighty mist --
a nebula named “My First Cause”,
where “She’s” the greatest scientist?

Man’s nebula is vanity.
Can we outwit such gas and dust?
Mankind becomes Humanity,
when heart warms mind (then God we trust).

The urge is to seek what exists.
(and yes, less-intense makes us less-dense).
Yesterday’s inconceivable
could be tomorrow’s common sense.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, January 10, 2013  11:45 A.M.)

1866
Love Is To Live

For love no doubt mind gives the nod.
Heart leaps about. Soul sings to God.
Sure it’s a thirst to satisfy.
Kindness comes first. Care knows no why.
Some call it cure. Some call it key.
Love will endure to set Man free.
Life is a quest to find the best.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, January 13, 2013  6:42 A.M.)

1867
Reminders And Remainders

God reminds us every day,
in ways most would agree
(if beauty were allowed to say)
Sad will cost. Joy is free.
Old Earthlings know life’s prudent prize,
that smiling is so very wise.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, January 14, 2013   9:30 A.M.)

1868
Scope-Thinking (1)

Orion is a winter watch:
an anthropomorphic night light;
a starry hunter in the cold;
glowing thermo-nuclear bright.

There’s a nebula in that sword
(just a smudge to the naked eye).
My six inch scope shows much detail --
new born stars for a future why.

Countless is many times many,
not to be seen in just one view.
Such birth and death draw attention.
Sure the nova star-feeds the new.

In theory nothing’s wasted.
The greatest minds would smile and nod.
To that, this old gazer would add,
the joy and the prudence of God.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, January 14, 2013 12:04 P.M.)

1869
Scope-Thinking (2)

When Jupiter occults his moon(s)
does it excite him, this un-scene?
Sure orbital re-emergence
seems scopishly routine.

Our quiet scopes silently watch,
as size and motion block with grace.
What countless other occultations
take turns hiding in night filled space?

Some may say, “ There’s no occulting
if not within Man’s point of view”.
Some would counter, “God is watching”.
Word dilemmas are nothing new.

Why hide? Why disappear at all?
We might as well ask why orbit?
Why create magnetic movement?
Questions can focus or outwit.

How much like moons are electrons?
Does hiding indicate a plot?
Can there be life without motion?
Can a feeling occult a thought?

Perhaps there’s always a hiding
in some outer or inner sky,
and it’s up to us to discern
which occultations need reply.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, January 14, 2013 1:21 P.M.)

1870
My never-Nightmare

Never been light. Never been small.
It just ain’t right heavy and tall.
Short and not slim (surely as bad),
this never-trim can drive one mad.
Such never-thought will never mend,
for always-not is never friend.
May I soon find my Never-mind…

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, January 18, 2013 5:10 P.M.)

1871
Must We Trust?

Distrust makes dust (its pedigree),
but where there’s trust, there’s harmony.
That we may trim, may we well know,
the things that dim and things that glow.
Long may we choose. Long may we learn.
To unconfuse we must discern.
Trust earned is right. Cherish the light.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, January 18, 2013 11:28 P.M.)

1872
This Reeling Feeling

Mankind’s delight, a joyful smile,
well born of light is well worthwhile.
Love may then add, perhaps revive,
this feeling glad to be alive.
This special gift, this healing start,
may then uplift to warm the heart.
Love is a scroll smiles can unroll.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, January 19, 2013 8:51 A.M.)

1873
Grateful For Gratitude?
Mankind is vanity and greed.
Humanity is gratitude.
We know them both by word and deed.
One is confused. One is not-crude.
One thinks quite dim: the other glows.
One is cruel: the other kind.
It’s prudence and patience that knows
Only the heart can warm the mind.
The angry, and yes the hateful,
with their convictions absolute,
find reasons to be ungrateful.
For them, kindness does not compute.
They see the grateful more the fool,
and not Man’s gratitude as Man’s school.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, January 23, 2013 10:52 P.M.)

1874
A Perspective On Money

Besides being sub-atomic,
this old world is economic.
Money will always get the nod,
but let it never be your God.

Sorrow befriends the greedy fool,
yet joy attends a prudent school.
So know it now and know it well,
make your living and not your Hell.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, January 25, 2013 9:13 P.M.)

1875
The Bind And The Un-Confined

The thinking one will ever find
(by ruminations of the mind),
the many closed doors of Mankind.
Where fear and hate are intertwined,
there life can be quite un-refined,
but questions open doors designed
to lull asleep the un-inclined.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, January 26, 2013 5:18 P.M.)

1876
When Thin Will Win

To appetite I’m just a pawn.
When throat gets tight the battle’s on.
It goes from taste to quantity;
from straining waist to tyranny.
Sign of defeat? – my extra-large,
when my “Must-Eat!” is put in charge.
Yet no extreme reigns long supreme.

I have been taught, with will to trim,
discerning thought can think quite slim.
When thin is due, plates shrink with care.
Snacks are but few, fasting is fair.
Must lose to win. Scale shows the loss,
and being thin declares who’s boss.
I’ve got a date to haul less freight.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, January 27, 2013 9:21 A.M.)

1877
Not Without Joy

Now “Joyful is as joyful does.”,
but some would see us sad.
Many a headline’s all a-buzz,
that makes us feel un-glad

Pet peeves, old hurts, and world-unjust
dim hopes of happiness.
They target joy with great distrust:
they seek strife and distress.

They grasp sunglasses not insight,
ignoring right from wrong.
They miss the healing of delight,
and how it makes us strong.

Forgetting Joy’s the smile of God,
how will they know why hearts applaud?

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, January 27, 2013 9:43 A.M.)

1878
The Rosicrucian Way

It is a growing by doing:
a learning by degree,
where only sincere pursuing
discerns that ancient key.
Conscience whispers only what’s best,
and permeates each mood.
In this our necessary quest,
love is our attitude.
That is the quality which glows.
Patience plays its part.
The aura of compassion shows
lifetimes of caring heart.
In the balance, not the extreme,
the rose unfolds to share its dream.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, January 27, 2013 9:43 A.M.)

1879
Aging Is Engaging

I have been told the way of Earth
is growing old from day of birth.
For young in years, youth never ends.
Through loss and tears it comprehends.
This life is sweet with our next breath.
With each heart beat we all cheat Death.
Aging’s an art practiced with heart.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, February 2, 2013 7:10 A.M.)

1880
Valentine (2)

Call it a start. A sigh can flow.
Warm in my heart, I feel Your glow.
Such intertwine has Soul appeal.
Love by design seems more than real.
A smile for mind (how sweet the prize),
helps Humankind be much more wise.
Let us extend Your heal and mend.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, February 2, 2013 7:26 A.M.)

1881
What Is Our Destiny?

That’s easy to explain.
There will be confusion,
accompanied by pain.
Blame it on delusion.
Perhaps those deluded
should bear some sage advice,
and live self-denuded,
Revealing they’re quite nice.
Exposed, at first, might grate,
but it’s a better view,
than chlothed anger and hate,
when low intent shows through.
The heart has always warned
how mind should be adorned.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, February 2, 2013 10:34 A.M.)

1882
Valentine (3)

Start with a kiss. Roses enfold.
Fragrance is bliss. Hugs are to hold.
Chocolates sway. Sweet love’s an art.
Valentine’s Day celebrates heart.
With warming mood caring will find,
our gratitude is healing-kind.
Love will preside, far flung and wide…

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, February 2, 2013 7:30 P.M.)

1883
The Joyful-Worthwhile

Christmas is Santa’s valentine,
delivered with no delay.
Some take it as a heart felt sign –
World Culture has much to say.
Cherrish the arts. Search dance and song
for metaphor’s hidden smile.
You’ll find it all there, right from wrong.
(sharing the joyful-worthwhile).
Gratitude heals. Let it be told
(treasure for Earth and beyond).
Where love is most certainly gold,
giving’s for sure a diamond.
Not without love will we achieve.
Christmas is a joyous weave.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, February 4, 2013 10:34 P.M.)

1884
Why Beauty Sleeps

When the heart goes quite un-heeded,
refinement has little respect,
then mind’s a garden un-weeded,
and Man exhibits much neglect.
Yet it’s not for lack of support,
and not that everyone’s mean.
Man’s thoughts grow ugly and distort
because we’ve grown quite un-serene.
Without the calm we hear no voice.
You know that whisper true and kind:
the one that chooses to rejoice;
The one where God keeps us aligned.
With the un-calm it goes un-thought,
but when has it ever been un-taught?

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, February 6, 2013 8:58 A.M.)

1885
When Hearts Must Hug

Come love, let us embrace.
Let kisses be sublime.
Let joy so fill our space,
that we lose track of time.
Let hugging be our art,
the start of being one.
As Soul entrusts through heart,
romance is well begun.
Let care with each caress
linger in warming mood,
building on sweet-success,
with love ever renewed.
There, in each joyful sigh,
heartbeats whisper, rely…

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, February 7, 2013 11:07 A.M.)

1886
A.M.O.R.C.
(The Rosicrucian Order)

The mastery of life
will harmonize all strife.
The ugliness of sad
blinds Man to all that’s glad.
That not-joy attitude
leads to pain rude and crude.
The fragrance of the rose
will calmly quite disclose,
how beauty and joy teach,
love’s well within our reach.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, February 10, 2013 8:03 A.M.)

1887
The Thought Is Thin

Cherish your meal. Flavor to taste.
Aroma’s real. Now watch your waist.
Just good advice to savor fun,
but not so nice when left undone.
Fill not your plate  with extra pound:
the gate to weight is all around.
The thought is thin: the goal is win.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, February 10, 2013 8:25 A.M.)

1888
The Feeling That Heals

Beauty and grace, in joyous mood,
fill my heart space, with gratitude.
It’s a healing designed twofold;
rich in feeling; worth more than gold.
Forget it not. It purifies.
Such subtle thought is thinking wise.
A thankful smile makes life worthwhile.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, February 12, 2013 6:59 A.M.)

1889
Not For The Thin

Is Chocolate Cake far better
than sharp Cheddar Cheeze and crackers,
with a touch of Peanut Butter?
Such is the way of we snackers.
It’s a challenge not for the Thin.
Jams and jellies don’t make Slim’s day.
When to stop: how not to begin?
Where can I hide how much I weigh?
Are there desserts that can’t be seen?
Such a covert Banana Split,
behind a green Jello smoke screen,
might show I have the grit to quit.
But deception’s not my belt size,
and truth is dessert for the wise.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, February 14, 2013 9:45 P.M.)

1890
Does Mozart Realign By Design?

Beyond subtle echoes,
counterpoint, so Mozart,
(genius that flows and glows),
sings to each beating heart.
It draws us ever near,
this gift some think quite odd.
Some say it heals through ear.
Some think it straight from God.
It’s an inner journey,
and one we can replay,
to free by harmony
that love we must convey.
Through keys where hearts construe,
notes warm our point of view.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, February 17, 2013 9:17 A.M.)

1891
Lotteries And Ought-To-Beez

Two words that bring great fun,
and guarantee a smile,
are surely these, “I won!”.
Winning feels so worthwhile.
Who does not like to win:
gain feels victorious.
It changes life’s chagrin
to joyful-glorious.
Those familiar with loss
appreciate win-time,
for dull deepens that gloss,
as meter strengthens rhyme.
Real winners warm their day
with love that makes life pay.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, February 17, 2013 10:47 P.M.)

1892
The Virtue Of The Mean

Trouble brews at extremes.
Too much is obtrusive.
Both author painful dreams.
Too little is quite reclusive.
Balance is not well seen.
Too little and too much,
avoid the calming mean,
that quite un-ruffled touch.
Not un-stable but strong,
not imprudent but wise,
knowing hateful is wrong,
with love will it advise.
The centered wear a smile.
Happiness is most worthwhile.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, February 18, 2013 11:20 P.M.)

1893
Love-Talk (14)

Love pillow-talks to young and old,
but some would say that age is best.
Years, like the rose, wisely unfold.
Heartbeats whisper, and myths divest.
Others say that youth is the thing,
that our first love is pure delight.
Life is adventure. Feelings sing,
in the moonglow, on a June night.
Some look beyond the when or where,
and think about the warmth of Soul.
They remember the joyous care.
Togetherness became their goal.
Heart warms the mind. Lovers feel bliss.
Timelessness lives, sweet with each kiss.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, February 21, 2013 12:08 P.M.)

1894
Non-Fat Chromosomes?

There must be a ‘not-hungry’ gene,
that promises no bulge or hang,
that easy finds the in-between,
and surely knows no grief or pang.
What will it take to activate,
to be quite in charge at each meal,
to know how much to fill my plate,
to know what’s craving and what’s real?
Don’t know just how, yet know how not.
Discipline keeps but a short while.
Who is so consistent in thought?
Perhaps its wise to wear a smile.
Lord give us a gene non-pudgy,
With texture and taste so fudgy.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, February 21, 2013 2:00 P.M.)

1895
Love-Talk (15)

Many have lived to find
caring is Man’s great art.
Love dwells far beyond mind.
No reason warms like heart.
Lovers progress our goal.
They hope with devotion.
Each kiss is a touch of Soul.
Fondly glows affection.
Not-lovers denigrate,
with cold and cruel smile.
They live to devastate,
and call that quite worthwhile.
No doubt, they’ll learn through pain,
the joys of life humane.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, February 24, 2013 9:40 A.M.)

1896
Diet Chemists At Risk

For love of snack, it just ain’t right:
non-thins cut back when pants are tight.
Some chemists think pounds are the prize.
They rush to shrink our next belt size.
Non-fat notions, involving taste,
brew loss-potions to trim our waist.
Pills that beguile, cajole to thin,
to make us smile (with less chagrin).

What was a treat fills not our plate,
so we not eat what puts on weight.
Concoct and hide. Go fake your death.
Snackers world wide hunt your last breath.
Invent it not. Tinker elsewhere.
Think not that thought. Dare not that dare.
Habits will kill to stay alive.
The prudent-will can best survive.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, February 26, 2013 5:29 P.M.)

1897
Message To Myself (February 26, 2013)

Shakespeare declared Earth life a stage.
With scenes and costumes we engage.
It’s quite the same from year to year:
there is much love and much more fear.
Buddha was right about desire.
It is an all consuming fire.
Confucius taught about the mean:
live not extremes, but in-between.
Ben Franklin liked experiment.
Such prudent love is Heaven sent.
The secret is quality thought,
something the Good have always taught.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, February 26, 2013 11:54 P.M.)

1898
Love-Talk (16)

We, the earthborn, in babelled speech,
know imperfection small and vast.
Through mind we strive; to God we reach;
and heart, we sense, is unsurpassed.
Love emerges with a glowing.
Such feeling fills all emptiness.
Richer we are for the knowing,
that life’s a search for happiness.
Sure love is a pause, a time out,
where hearts know how to warm the mind.
There kindness flows beyond a doubt,
to raise Mankind to Humankind.
May caring glows be kindled bright.
True love has always shamed our night.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, March 2, 2013 11:18 A.M.)

1899
Poem Sanctum

My garden time, with browns and greens,
is good for rhyme and metered scenes.
The Mourning Dove and Gambel’s Quail
make sounds of love. May they prevail.
Frangance will flow. Shape beautifies.
Spring is the show, after shoots rise.
Buds in the trees color the breeze.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, March 2, 2013 9:11 P.M.)

1900
The Dark Side Of Yes

When I say yes, but should say no,
I must confess to being slow.
Not quick enough to realize,
when I’m not tough waist gains in size.
Stretch pants comply, but that won’t do.
Yes must think why to lose a few.
May I discern, that I may learn.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, March 2, 2013 9:11 P.M.)

1901
The Prudent Gardener

When I relax, mind starts to flow.
So many facts I’ve come to know,
or should I say I thought I knew.
They grew one day upon review.
Sometimes I find weeds that confound.
Thank God for mind and reason sound.
Gather but check down to the speck.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, March 5, 2013 5:02 A.M.)

1902
The Touch Of Gold

They tell me gold will soon go down.
The Gold-Bug’s smile will soon be frown.
Some say it’s due to leadership.
(Politicians must get a grip).

In two years time then gold will rise.
Gold-Bears will get a huge surprise.
Not extant is cycle science.
To win requires strict compliance.

The real story, if truth be told,
cold-blood is the color of gold.
Avarice costs in each degree.
Greed makes us all kittens at sea.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, March 5, 2013 11:26 A.M.)

1903

Love-Talk (17)

Tonight the moon seems close not far.
This feeling plays gentle on the heart,
much warmer than the brightest star.
Not new to lovers is love’s art.
Will fond hearts beat as one?
What else but love could interlace?
Warm beginnings are well begun.
Charmed heartbeats dance in graceful space.
Our long awaited tenderness
is dearly grateful for each kiss.
Such caring is togetherness,
when two Souls touch and reminisce.
Not without love could we well know:
affection sets us all aglow.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, March 5, 2013 11:47 A.M.)

1904
Un-Christmas Is A Drag

Not without giving will it start.
Not without gratitude will it stay.
It celebrates the best of heart,
and warms Man’s willful winter way.

Most sense, for sure, a better mood,
especially near mistletoe.
Carolling is an attitude.
Decorations make Christmas glow.

I like what Santa represents,
beyond making and sleighing toys.
There’s a character excellence:
a joyful hint for girls and boys.

Its that new-fallen snow feeling
(that can’t be taught, but can be learned),
refreshing, and most appealing,
where life’s un-Christmas has adjourned.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, March 6, 2013 11:57 P.M.)

1905
Karma Claus?

Santa’s known, beard and belt,
with red suit extra large,
to treat each child heart-felt,
with never any charge.

But this year he may find,
when checking bad and good,
the children of Mankind
not acting as they should.

Too many soon forget
humbugs would rule the day.
Regets through internet
are headwinds on the sleigh.

But hope prefers to smile,
even when far from goal.
He feels they’re all worthwhile,
and will remind with coal.

Upset may fill all space.
Anger is known to vent:
yet rarely invokes grace,
until humbugs relent.

And then it’s back to toys,
to presents that uplift,
that cultivate our joys. 
When Giving gives a gift.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, March 10, 2013 8:10 A.M.)

1906
Our Chance To Fly?

It’s a bird-thing, you know,
serenading the dawn.
Earth turns to give a glow.
Our night must then move on.
Somewhere it’s always night,
and yet night moves around.
Each shadow needs a light
and sun makes ours confound.
Birds yawn and stretch like Man,
but there things seem to stray.
Our featherless game plan
includes good and foul play.
Perhaps, if we dawn-sang,
our Yin may well meet Yang.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, March 10, 2013 8:10 P.M.)

1907
Perspective Loves Position

Some misinterpret life,
much to their discontent.
They see only the strife,
and miss Love’s great ascent.
It’s really nothing new.
Take care with points of view.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, March 10, 2013 8:50 P.M.)

1908
Tenacious-Talk

When you know you should not,
and you still willing do
(beyond what you’ve been taught),
behold your point of view.
The driver of your deed,
the dare in your doing,
is the thought you have decreed --
pushing and pursuing.
When mind is schooled by heart,
prudence becomes virtue.
When thoughts are warmly smart,
conscience knows no curfew.
Stubborn should be subdued,
as all moods overbrewed.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, March 16, 2013 8:39 A.M.)

1909
Sweet Currency

Cheese and crackers, jams and jellies,
great for snackers, good for bellies.
That’s the feeling inside the mood:
most appealing (yet I protrude).
Sure all that taste, and fun flavor,
add more to waist, as I savor.
Pounds have their charge for extra-large.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, March 16, 2013 10:04 A.M.)

1910
The Secret All Should Know

Snowflakes are cold and white,
but when they touch my tongue,
and melt in warm delight,
this gray, again, thinks young:

When snowmen made great play;
when ponds embraced ice skates;
when sleds rode hills all day;
when gloved hands held on dates.

Some feel that youth is best,
yet youth’s a neophyte.
Living is in that quest,
where heart leads mind to light.

Not without love we learn,
beyond what we are taught.
The secret is to earn
that joy in caring thought.

If snowflake serves as gage,
gray is a measured smile.
Young joy’s not lost with age,
when we see life worthwhile.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, March 18, 2013 10:03 A.M.)

1911
Glimpse-Talk

For some a glimpse is all they get,
while others penetrate the veil.
The smart, when asked, would say, “Not yet.”:
so unencumbered they prevail.

The non-glimpse kills the different.
Birds of a feather. There’s the drill.
It’s a story of love un-spent,
an all too slow warming of will.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, March 19, 2013 9:13 P.M.)

1912
Love-Talk (18)

I never knew the warmth of heart,
until I fell in love with you.
Pulse proclaims and feelings impart,
as two Souls share one point of view.
Dream lovers sail in star filled ships:
awake we glow in moon lit walks.
Kisses join hearts as well as lips,
and eyes slow-smile in pillow talks.
The warmth is nothing books could teach.
It is a learning life has taught.
Far beyond logic can we reach,
where heart knows how to warm our thought.
Some soon forget what lovers know.
Some remember and miss it so.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, March 23, 2013 4:30 A.M.)

1913
Double Check Every Speck

Why test observation?
Is accurate enough?
In Man’s elevation,
real knowledge is God-tough.

When does ‘what’ become ‘why’?
Why does Mankind destroy?
What’s the secret of the sigh?
How does beauty bring joy?

Accurate can arouse:
with ‘what’, ‘how’ might delight,
and good ‘whys’ need good ‘hows’,
as seeing needs insight.

Yet ‘how’ sprouts now-never.
Application takes time.
May our kindest-clever
make a future sublime.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, March 24, 2013 9:43 A.M.)

1914
Don’t Drink And Ink

With drunken bar code as their sign,
in a herd of stripes black and white,
recognition is by design.
Her pattern is a welcome sight,
the young know mother not by name,
for no two Zebras stripe the same.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, March 26, 2013 4:30 P.M.)

1915
Old Tide Talk

There was a place, where sea met shore,
a special space, where thoughts would soar.
It’s there we fished, and told tall tales,
and sometimes wished to ride great whales.
We didn’t know, we rode a tide,
both high and low, that lived inside,
to sorely test our very best.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, March 26, 2013 9:40 P.M.)

1916
Smart-Talk

It’s easy to be sad,
and mad’s easier still.
Smart always chooses glad,
and  wise, a loving will.
Experience has taught
Peaches come not from Pine.
Joyful needs joyful thought.
Down feelings won’t refine.
The aura shows what’s real,
as sorrow dims our light.
Vibrations do reveal:
be joyful and be bright.
Wear an uplifting smile.
Joy is the life worthwhile.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, March 28, 2013 8:27 A.M.)

1917
How Do You Do?

The wise agree, with smile and nod,
knowledge is key given by God.
But love would know how it’s applied.
Will hearts then glow? How many died?
Prudence would say, “Learn from the past.”
Selfish won’t pay. Its fruits wont last.
By our sowing, we’ll be showing.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, March 30, 2013 7:39 A.M.)

1918
Again-Talk

If I lived life over again,
I’d surely change a thing or two.
Not quite so much the where or when,
but focus on my point of view.
Of course, I had some foolish days,
intemperate and imprudent.
I’d choose more charitable ways,
and of life a better student.
I’d find more time for the duck pond,
calmly feeding the swans and geese.
Relaxed is where poems are spawned.
(Poets need that quiet release.)
But most of all I’d learn that art,
where mind is wisely taught by heart.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, March 30, 2013 9:26 A.M.)

1919
Joy As A Special Wisdom

The Living Ethics* shares,
joy’s a special wisdom,
for nothing else compares
with joy at maximum.
That joy rides beauty’s breeze.
Joy purifies our space.
It puts the Soul at ease.
Joy’s a protecting grace.
What’s most joyful to you?
Perhaps a mountain scene?
Make joy your point of view.
Sad is best quite unseen.
Not without joy, we find,
the glow of Humankind.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, March 30, 2013 8:45 A.M.)

1920
Not Without Love (2)

I met a man today
of one and ninety years.
Few men had more to say.
He shared his joys and fears.
And yet he talked not much.
His eyes did the sharing
of youth, love, war and such.
Regrets showed, and caring.
With a joke and a smile
he broke the ice with most.
It is a simple style,
that makes a humble host.
The world well needs his glow.
Lord, let me be like Joe…

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, April 3, 2013 11:23 A.M.)

1921
My Pebble In The Pond

A ripple breeze, from East to West,
puts me at ease, where I feel best.
Young fishermen, casting a wish
(eager for “when”) ,wait their first fish.

Racing remote (and quite unkind)
a model boat wave-splashed my mind.
Its rowdy way chased ducks to flight.
Geese honked to say, “Some don’t swim right.”

Serene hearts smile at fast and slow.
Ponds are worthwhile with all their flow.
The same with life, mind learns from heart,
To deal with strife. Calm is Man’s art.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, April 3, 2013 11:23 A.M.)

1922
The Dark Side Of Taste

Remember the tempting of taste
is but the kiss of calories.
Know well such weight “hangs-out” with waist.
Know the dark side of taste is tease.
When you vow much less emphasis
on ice cream, cake and sweets (amen),
make it not a “Pie-crust-promise.
Easily made. Easily broken.”
Heart shares its love as Human-gold,
but yet habits are the measure.
Self discipline is Human-bold.
Discernment is Human treasure.
Our lovers tiff with appetite,
may echo Man’s great grasp for Light.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, April 6, 2013 8:20 A.M.)

1923
How Do You Winter?

Find a red scarf for him to wear.
A proper hat and eyes of coal
would make him “cool” and show we care.
A pipe would warm his wintry Soul.
Not from ice does the snowman grow,
but the beauty of falling snow.

He’s a snow-country tradition.
(Anthropomorphic I suppose).
In our seasonal rendition,
sometimes a carrot serves as nose.
Surely a heart glows in his smile,
when we make winter well worthwhile.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, April 69, 2013 2:32 P.M.)

1924
Mysterious Yet Entirely Necessary?

It seems, old friend, this now can’t last,
for now, quite soon, will be the past.
Bygone is not just yesterday.
It’s that next second spent today.
The future becomes now again,
and this present becomes back-then.
Only the wise explain just how,
future holds our very next now.
Time is not always what we think,
and life, some say, is but a wink…

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, April 11, 2013 10:20 A.M.)

1925
Pants Alarm

My belt size tells me to begin,
to re-negotiate my thin.
When too much is never enough,
it’s time to be thin-thinking tough.
Too much ice cream with hot fudge sauce?
That’s sure my gain and not my loss.
What makes me want that extra dish?
Some say desire, and some say wish.
I eat too much and that’s not right.
It’s time to quit when pants get tight.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, April 12, 2013 10:45 P.M.)

1926
What’s Always Right?

Pudding and pie. Chocolate treats.
When will my ‘Why’ focus on sweets?
Ice cream and cake. Cheese on cracker.
Make no mistake. I’m a snacker.
Eating’s my mood: more than a need.
My craving food touches on greed.
What’s always right? Ask ‘Appetite’.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, April 14, 2013 5:25 A.M.)

1927
Retail Therapy

On this I’m sold (my stepping stone).
I am enrolled. It is my zone.
I see a buy, and feel that urge,
I don’t deny. And so I splurge.

It is my trend. I love it so.
Shopping’s my friend. It makes me glow.
It gets me out, and there I find,
beyond a doubt, a peace of mind.

My bargain-smart helps me discern
(as mind hears heart), what I must learn.
It helps me hope, and so I pray,
that I can cope, when I must pay.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, April 14, 2013 7:05 A.M.)

1928
Palo Verde Talk

Spring's a delight, an April show.
Phoenix is bright with yellow glow.
It fills our space, as great art will,
with joy and grace. Whence came such skill?
A summer's drought drops leaves of grief,
and while without, green bark is leaf.
Its winter scene gives pleasant shade.
This evergreen is desert jade.
At Earthly cost it learned Man's art:
beauty not lost lives in the heart.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, April 21, 2013 11:30  P.M.)

1929
Message To Myself (April 23, 2013)

We need You more than pulse or food.
How then to soar, perfecting mood?
Surely You knew right from the start,
when Man sees true, Man sees with heart.
Without heart, mind just reigns confused,
feeling quite blind, easily bruised.
Yet we rejoice, when heart warms choice.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, April 23, 2013 9:12  P.M.)

1930
To The Great Architect Of The Universe

I think You stacked the deck,
and left it not to chance.
Conscience and heart keep check
throughout our wild sun dance.

With free-will as Your gift,
You knew how it would play.
Some choices don't uplift.
Karma is Ground Hog Day.

You knew we'd learn Your art,
although the time be vast.
As mind takes hints from heart,
future learns from the past.

No doubt we've long to go,
as dim prefers the night.
Kindness is slow to glow.
Dawn is a lovely light.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, April 25, 2013 9:56  P.M.)

1931
God's Gold

Truth, on the whole, puts God in the game.
Money's no goal, nor is great fame.
Beauty will glow. Joy's quick to smile.
The prudent know wise is worthwhile.
Be beauty bold: its joy excites.
They are God's gold (divine delights).
Beauty's the prize, warm and heart wise.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, April 28, 2013 12:44  P.M.)

1932
Learning-Talk

It sets the heart ablaze,
this adventure in Light.
God knowing can amaze
(makes living a delight).

Simplicity dethrones
the complex point of view.
Calm throws no mental stones.
The many like not the few.

Do caterpillars smile
at their butterfly-death?
Life is a thrill worthwhile.
Thank You for our next breath.

Faith calls it Man's High Noon.
Love knows the narrow way.
Hope builds our cocoon.
Courage is our next play.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, May 4, 2013 5:32  A.M.)

1933
Beauty Lies In Many Forms

In my planning,
for my garden,
multiformity will be key.
Color is significant,
and fragrance quite a treat.
Bird songs will be joyful,
with seed for them to eat.
The bird bath is prudent
(a place to meet and greet).
Good plants that thrive together
make the measure of success.
Lord let it be the healing
of every loving guest.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, May 4, 2013 5:55 A.M.)

1934
The Best Advice

Thoughts become things.
That's something to know.
Quality thinking
is Man's best glow.
The Aura tells all.
The mind can't hide.
Heart is the warming.
Love is the guide.
Now learn it well,
and you will find,
the heart knows how
to teach the mind.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, May 4, 2013 6:21  A.M.)

1935
Un-Wisdom Makes Us Wise

Some call it "Plan B" 
of the Great Architect
of the Universe.

It's a long and dimming tale
this role of imprudence
in our un-winding.

Un-restraint
is qutie confining
(lack of discipline
leads to pain).

Yet experience makes us cautious,
and caring makes us sane.

Un-thinking has always taught
the quality of thought.

"Plan A" sees us learning
God's great loving art.
Mind pauses to hear insight
(warm whispers from the heart),
then implements that Light,
which makes us all God smart.

But willfulness, having its way,
"Plan B" has delayed "Plan A".

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, May 4, 2013 8:10  A.M.)

1936
My Fascination

The details would explain,
but nothing could quite tell.
The progress they attain
weaves a magnetic spell.
Perhaps it's the success
of such intricate flow.
I guess I'll just confess.
I love to watch things grow.
Duckling, crystal or seed,
building a house or kite,
creations in the deed,
and zest involves insight.
Warming to life's ascent
is smiling-time well spent.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, May 4, 2013 8:10  A.M.)

1937
Cycle-Talk

Far from prudent speculation
soaring debt now dims the nation.
Higher taxes exacerbates
with lower birth and marriage rates.
Fewer people means far less loans:
less kids, less homes, and far less phones.

Fewer jobs fuel latent heat.
Rebellious feelings fill the street.
The art of war will tear apart,
if mind not now be warmed by heart.
Time to repeal the un-ideal
(and golden time for love to heal).

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, May 7, 2013 10:47 P.M.)

1938
Scale-Talk

I don't regret the apple pie,
or blame my jam and jelly mood,
but now my scale's demanding why
(intake promises to protrude).

Make no mistake. It's time for thin.
Hot Fudge Sundaes? Goodbye old friend.
Dessert discernment must begin.
My sweet-treat days have met their end.

Cakes will vanish without a trace.
Candy will no longer appeal.
It's time to diet not embrace,
time to reveal and not conceal.

This comes not as a great surprise:
more like four dozen pounds of late.
Forget calories or plate size,
it's attitude that's overweight.

With this I'm just not on a roll
(I still enjoy a good croissant).
Perhaps I'm hoping to cajole
with a touch of the non-chalant.

How can I endure this mood cure?
(This do-without so I won't bulge).
It's thought provoking but obscure,
and chocolate sure won't divulge.

My No-Change will have much to say.
My Hungry's slow to submission,
but won't it be a joyful day,
with a lighter disposition.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, May 12, 2013 9:55 P.M.)

1939
My Never Apart

How may I love You more?
You cause my heart to beat.
Each breath lets me adore,
yet love should be discreet.
Do you feel what I feel?
Is love the same up there,
or must You still conceal
how much You really care?
You touch my subtle reach.
For You there is no space.
You let my conscience teach
Your joyfulness and grace.
Near and never apart,
Light whispers warm my heart.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, May 13, 2013 11:25 A.M.)

1940
Beyond Pillow Talk

Shall we dream, love, of our embrace?
Two hearts enhance a warming light.
Our kiss invokes a subtle grace.
Our thoughts entwine in Soul delight.
Echoes of Earthly love perfume.
Our dreaming knows our pillow-talk.
On all levels does the rose bloom
(lovely fragrance for our dream-walk).
Call it an astral interlude,
but dreaming sounds like much more fun.
May no one ever go un-wooed,
and caring never go un-done.
It is a theme of life, it seems,
that hearts can smile in all our dreams.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, May 15, 2013 6:57 A.M.)

1941
The Downside Of Delight

The taste of dessert is charming.
(Delightful is quite disarming).
I prefer a banana split.
Care says, "Avoid and don't submit".
My Extra-Large says, "It's not right,
to discipline the appetite".
Wants and don't-wants now fill my plate.
My fast is not for losing weight.
Ancient wisdom has always taught,
the diet best, for Man, is thought.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, May 20, 2013 5:55 A.M.)

1942
Engaging

Love, shall we let our thoughts embrace?
Shall we let our feelings entwine?
Our heartbeats dance in inner space,
as our two Souls, like stars, align.
May kisses become transcending,
with our every warm caress.
In each blissful ever blending,
may we express our joyfulness.
Care is a subtle transaction,
only the un-knowing would breach.
Nature's magnetic attraction
is a learning no one can teach.
Let the angels nod and applaud.
Love is the un-flawed touch of God.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, May 23, 2013 9:56 A.M.)

1943
Not Quite Apart

Where now, is our together song?
When will we learn to get along?
Many misguided thoughts of mind
have dimmed the Light of Humankind.
Some say God hides (not quite apart),
until we learn to search with heart.
Some say he's in the in-between,
sharing in dreams His subtle scene.
Why this dodge? Why this hiding fuss?
If you were God, would you trust us?

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, May 23, 2013 11:07 P.M.)

1944
Love-Talk (19)

Why do I love you so?
Heart knows far more than mind.
One glance and I'm aglow.
Heartbeats quickly remind.
Well learned can be well taught.
Love heals with each embrace.
The feeling warms the thought.
Pulse has a mending pace.
Caring shows that kindness
no logic can impart.
Not the touch but caress
makes tenderness our art.
What makes you oh so right?
Perhaps it's Soul delight.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, May 23, 2013 12:10 P.M.)

1945
Caring Pillow Talk

A warming valentine
with the potential
of beautiful
memories,
and joyful
ramifications.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, May 26, 2013 6:30 A.M.)

1946
The God Application

It is the Human deal,
discernment feeds our thought.
The un-sensed is quite real.
The not-learned can't be taught.
Heart helps beyond measure,
beyond its pulsing play,
to warm reason's treasure,
un-chilling where it may.
The gift of humor serves
to lighten self made loads.
It soothes those nettled nerves,
when our world view implodes.
God gave us many tools,
that we may be not-fools.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, May 27, 2013 7:39 A.M.)

1947
My Tiny Teacher

He looked, hummed and hovered,
framed in my window pane.
I was quite discovered,
but not in his food chain.

An un-planned stop in-flight?
A pause, perhaps to say,
"Brother, I see your light.",
then quickly fly away.

Others have stopped for sure,
but they froze out of fear.
"Hover" was more a cure,
cautious yet cavalier.

To protect and preserve
darting may well prolong.
(To learn we must observe).
"Hover's" a glimpse lifelong.

Smile now at each life glow.
Dare to search and to care.
Cherish the subtle flow.
Nature has much to share.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, May 28, 2013 11:20 A.M.)

1948
Winter Ways

Tell me love, could gray be more fond?
Our holding hands seems out of date,
and yet we touch a time beyond,
where smiling hearts let Souls relate.
It took a lifetime to prepare.
Thoughts, tested in the fire of moods,
blossomed in the beauty of care.
Respect is something love includes.
Affection knows how to express.
Calmness quietly reassures.
Devotion lives in each caress.
Romance improves as it matures.
The warming of our winter days
depends upon our winter ways.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, May 28, 2013 11:20 A.M.)

1949
Advice To The Un-Wed

Have your friends warned, "True love is rare!"?
Did family deplore the match?
Did they declare, "Beware. Beware.
Walk away now: detach, detach."?
Does the tide duplicate the wave?
No one's perfect. To live's to learn.
Care is the backbone of the brave.
Where is your point of no return?
The best advice? Follow your heart.
Ask within who and when to trust.
Gratitude heals, and joy's an art.
Go learn it well (all that you must).
Sure love needs prudence to endure,
yet gratitude is life's great cure.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 2, 2013 7:39 A.M.)

1950
Fast-Food Fast?

It is not a time for debate,
for diversions or sleeping late.
It is a time to say goodbye,
to candy, jam and Cherry pie.

My scale is now jury and judge.
Guilty as charged on counts of fudge.
All cookies, brownies and ice creams?
Duly remanded to my dreams.

For chocolates, sweet rolls and cake?
Make no mistake. I no partake.
Weight loss is boss, but not to hurt.
Someday parole will mean dessert.

Loss is a win. Fast can't be bought.
Prudence knows the can and cannot.
Patience then tutors how to smile,
at what is waste and what's worthwhile.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 2, 2013 10:40 P.M.)

1951
Tomorrow-Talk (2)

What, my friends, is most important?
Certainly it's not vanity,
yet vanity is most extant.
The future of Humanity
is every mortal's concern.
Beauty refines Man's subtle art.
Quality shows that we can learn,
especially when warmed by heart.
The Dim see the rose with no thorn.
They demote prudence to boring.
Ugliness teaches to adorn,
and hope empowers our soaring.
May Mankind dream of Greater Light,
as caterpillars may of flight.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, June 5, 2013 11:23 A.M.)

1952
Love-Talk (20)

Do you wonder if I love you?
Let me put your mind at ease.
Dreaming of you is nothing new
Thoughts of you most  gently please.
Seeing you is a joyful smile.
Near you I feel my heart beat.
(Sometimes my knees are weak awhile).
Your kisses are more than sweet.
I never felt this way before.
With you, I'm completely whole.
I really could not love you more.
You're the warming of my Soul.
Your soft eyes share you sense love's flow,
and feel our future's caring glow.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, June 5, 2013 12:30 P.M.)

1953
Love-Talk (21)

At seventy,
Peanut butter still sticks
to the roof of my mouth.
Yet it's not what adheres
to my uppers that feels good,
but all that stays in my heart.
You are there by invitation,
and longer than I have breath,
we will travel
together.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, June 8, 2013 10:50 P.M.)

1954
Man's Dubious Companion

It goes by many names.
It's ways are known quite well.
It proclaims and inflames,
and bids most love farewell.
"Stinking-thinking" is small
(so easy for Mankind).
It's choices will appall,
and make the heart stone-blind.
There's not a quick self-fix.
(Vanity won't resign).
Un-humble has its tricks,
to conquer and malign.
Tiny thought. Tiny mood.
Tiny deed -- rude and crude.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, June 6, 2013 4:10 P.M.)

1955
Heaven To Earth

Accurate discernment
requires accurate memory.
Accurate memory
requires accurate reflection.
Accurate reflection
requires accurate observation.
Beyond this,
the snow flake whispers
to the Plum Blossom.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 9, 2013  12:00 P.M.)

1956
Instant Karma

Of the games I've played, I confess,
just one makes my cookie crumble.
Computer and I play at chess
(an exercise sure to humble).

Instant-karma's not for the vain.
It's rare, as those who need to know.
With honesty there's much less pain
(less obstacles to block our flow).

Some say, "... to reasess my skill.
The rumble is most one-sided.
Losing's no fun. Where is the thrill?
Persistence is just misguided".

My heart says prudence would advise
to never resign while learning:
and when was it ever un-wise,
to strive to be more discerning?

May Mankind be forever taught,
whether in life or in a game,
the goal is quality of thought,
that shame no longer dim our flame.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, June 14, 2013  10:03 A.M.)

1957
Love-Talk (22)

Most of us would surely agree,
that Mind can not always control
what to be and what not to be,
for this we need the heart and Soul.
Reflection makes Mankind self-taught.
The good life's not beyond our reach.
Character is the warmth of thought,
where prudence lets the conscience teach.
Quality thinking starts with care.
(Man's kindness is the winning play).
No better way can life prepare,
for dawn to melt our night away.
Not without love: not without light,
will heartbeats pulse with pure delight.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, June 14, 2013  10:50 P.M.)

1958
Must There Always Be A Carrying Charge?

If diet dreams could be made real,
here's one that would surely tempt fate.
Deflating-calories, I feel,
would slim and trim our excess freight.
All you can eat without regret!
(Sounds like "ad-words" that go with "Free!"),
so well designed to help forget
how scales prefer reality.
But what is life without a treat?
Let food chemists keep combining
(if not deflate perhaps delete).
Make things so sweetly declining,
they keep the belt size smiling right --
something kinder to appetite.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, June 15, 2013  12:40 P.M.)

1959
Sweet-Talk (3)

It's an extra-large point of view,
more like a battle than a fight.
Belt sizes are a tell-tale clue,
where less that tight is more than right.
Can the Gourmet go sugarless,
without a dust-up for dessert?
A tender touch without caress
can disconcert and sometimes hurt.
When can the losing ever last?
All plans waffle that lack the grit.
Success approaches those aghast
at the stow-a-ways they permit.
Only Slim knows the hows and whys
of chocolates, ice creams and pies.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 16, 2013  11:51 A.M.)

1960
Love-Talk (23)

Long have they sang, with wink and smile,
how Yin caught Yang in sweet beguile.
But Yang catch Yin? Not a good bet.
That spin won't win: that tale's all wet.
Beyond catching and being caught,
beyond matching , planning and plot,
warm is the flow, when two hearts glow.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 16, 2013  10:52 P.M.)

1961
Love-Talk (24)

Know now Man's not-love is extant.
It strives to disparage good news.
It is designed to disenchant,
to fast diffuse and quite confuse.
It denigrates all Light to date.
It's smile is frown. It's glow is dim.
Why do we court the hurts of hate?
Why search for joy among the grimm,
when there's a brighter, warmer way?
Love is most kind, and quick to care.
Love won't betray or lead astray.
It is that smile which cures despair.
Man's love gives access to his heart,
and well applies that healing art.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, June 22, 2013  7:20 A.M.)

1962
Love-Talk (25)

Lord, I've been thinking about thought --
convinced it is Your subtle gift,
as the ancient wise ones have taught
(God designed, that Man may uplift).
Free-will, You knew would tear apart,
and we've abused it that's for sure.
Your prudent gift points to the heart,
where Man can find Your calming cure.
The pain of poor choices will teach.
Quality thinking paves the way,
for heart to show mind how to reach,
and know Me-First just fouls the day.
Through our experience we know,
love thinking is our warmest glow.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 23, 2013  11:35 A.M.)

1963
Karma Leads To Love

That reaping point of view
shows the sowing as spent.
Yes, if Karma is true,
no one is innocent.
The robbed have robbed before,
but the seed does not burn.
Such settles not the score.
Karmic Law is to learn.
Realizing it's wrong
will more than satisfy.
Karma's a future song.
Discern and nullify.
Great Love has always taught,
go, sow quality thought.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 23, 2013  9:55 P.M.)

1964
Message To Mind

Not without patience we survive.
Not without prudence can we thrive.
But when were we ever so smart,
that we need never learn from heart.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 24, 2013  10:12.M.)

1965
Thin-Talk

When my Hungry out shouts my Slim,
the scale, for sure, shows most un-kind.
There's just no telling my not-trim
(un-disciplined is un-refined).
Some say, "I'm being true to me."
They would defend and yes, condone.
They mix desire with liberty
(that delusion is quite well known).
Perseverence works best with heart.
Without patience life gets extreme.
Prudence is ever God's great art
(knows the right amount of ice cream).
My money's on Hungry to win,
for Slim's chances are growing thin.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, June 28, 2013  8:12 A.M.)

1966
Residue

It is a dawn of broken chains.
Although you're gone, your work remains.
It has your glow, your fearless smile.
It has that flow of love worthwhile.
A rendezvous for Greater Light,
of high virtue and deep insight.
You're serenade will never fade.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, June 29, 2013  10:47 A.M.)

1967
Snowmen Make Poor Lovers

The snowman likes soft snow.
Three balls are rolled to size.
Biggest is base (most know):
tummy twice head is wise.

A thin snowman is rare.
Such structure is un-sound.
Winds leave him for repair.
Sun melts him fast to ground.

Better's not always new.
Prudence knows beyond why.
Improvement's over due
to never not comply.

Nature must be obeyed,
or labor is for naught,
and heart must then persuade,
where mind would stay un-taught.

Science rolls cold and fat,
but Frosty finds a smile,
as love adds scarf and hat,
for color, warmth and style.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, July 2, 2013  10:44 P.M.)

1968
Un-Sober Talk

Thought and feeling had a great race.
The stake was for the will of Man.
Deception ran in full disgrace.
Anger rode with a hateful plan.
Their ugliness soon slowed their flow.
Un-caring's their un-finish line.
Lack of beauty is lack of glow.
Dim is extant in poor design.
Pain's the reaping of that sowing,
teaching to search less hurtful ways,
to find joy in graceful growing,
where feelings warm a thoughtful gaze.
Harmony is the heart's delight.
Most grateful is that calming light.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, July 3, 2013  10:55 A.M.)

1969
How To Arrest

Blaming is inflaming.
Much living knows that's true.
It's not what makes us sing.
It dims our point of view.
Faulting's a low-light play,
darkening thoughts we sow.
It reaps a weed-bouquet,
that ugliness may grow.
With faults the wise won't deal.
It's errors they correct.
No doubt this makes life real,
with far less disconnect.
Non-faulting wears a grin,
its calm leaves room to win.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, July 4, 2013  10:41 A.M.)

1970
Independence-Talk

To act with respect,
to speak with respect,
to think with respect,
stepping-stones are they,
from Mankind to Humankind...

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, July 4, 2013  11:08 A.M.)

1971
Grin The Grind

Simple and yet highly com[plex.
Is life preset to so perplex?
Did God design this life to learn?
Will Man align? (Discern and earn?)
Mind is Me-small, and vain's no win.
Heart must enthral. Yang must find Yin.
And all the while, Love whispers, "Smile".

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, July 5, 2013  7:47  A.M.)

1972
Total Return Talk

For future, fear buys gold,
for that some would applaud,
but be it told quite bold,
it's smart to trust in God.
There's no greater return
(or interest higher):
no better way to earn
dividends to retire.
Invest in gratitude,
tax free, no ulcer pain.
In calm, with heart renewed,
God is capital gain.
Delight becomes immense,
when God is common sense

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, July 7, 2013  8:08  A.M.)

1973
My Excess

It's my learning, this extra large.
Poor discerning stays not in charge.
I like to eat, although I fast.
Sometimes I cheat. (Don't be aghast).
Habits die hard, and yes they hurt.
My Slim stands guard over dessert.

Hungry will wait for Slim to sleep,
then grabs a plate to heap and reap.
My scale won't nod. It could care less
if I am flawed or under stress.
It's my learning this extra large.
Poor discerning stays not in charge.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, July 7, 2013  10:09  A.M.)

1974
Just Married Talk

Two wills with hearts aglow, and warming smile,
prepare their nest to know what's most worthwhile.
It's all a discerning for Yang and Yin.
Two wills now in learning to grin within.
Can harmony prevail, or must storms brew?
Shall "being-right" curtail, or Soul shine through?
May care always persuade, that love may serenade.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, July 7, 2013  10:54  P.M.)

1975
Waist Talk For Guys

My belt size is my clue,
not so subtle but fact.
Suspenders just won't do.
Stretch belts are inexact.
For sure the scale is fine.
Digitals read precise,
to keep those pounds in line.
But cynching's good advice.
Suck it in. Pull it tight.
The pressure will remind,
that Slim is not in sight,
and Trim's fallen behind.
Overlap clearly shows:
belly, not scale, hides toes.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, July 7, 2013  10:54  P.M.)

1976
Rebirth Is How We Learn

Not without my sunset
can I enjoy my dawn.
Cycles are facts of life.
Birth and death are a yawn.
Die below, born above:
die above, born below.
Like stones in the Great Wall,
countless is the great flow.
Rebirth is how we learn:
a smile outweighs a tear,
cause and effect is law.
Behavior is held dear.
Life is not what it seems,
awake, or in our dreams.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, July 11, 2013  2:27  P.M.)

1977
Man-Talk

A man is not a pinch of dust,
if his heart glows with joyful light.
Such pulse most quickly learns to share.
The good man feels it as delight.

A man can earn his place on Earth,
knowing that flesh is just stardust.
The heart is warmed by gratitude
(a secret medicine to trust).

If a man laughs not at himself,
he's surely not learned very much.
Love is a mirror, for the wise.
Heart charms the mind -- a subtle touch.

Free-will's the choice in the sowing.
The good man makes his greatest find,
there where all his doings disclose,
that it's most prudent to be kind.

So know it well, and share with those
light-ready, and willing to learn.
Quality thought's ever the goal,
as life is to ever discern.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, July 20, 2013  10:55  P.M.)

1978
Bulge-Talk

This battle is not just dessert.
It rages in taste and too-much.
Discernment is on full alert.
My Slim, it seems, has lost his touch.

My Heavy does not like to fast.
Portions never did make his day.
Getting his fill simply won't last.
(Over-eating is Heavy's way).

Too-much is not nearly enough.
Seconds smilingly merge to thirds.
My Slim needs to really get tough.
It's gone beyond that time for words.

It's a challenge, this craving food.
Groaning scale shows over-indulge.
Humiliation is my mood,
as pounds manifest in a bulge.

I fear it goes beyond the grave.
Will my freight squeeze through that sweet Gate?
Will Heavy, up there, misbehave?
Will Heaven find me overweight?

Perhaps St. Peter has a scale
(and standard to keep Heaven trim).
My Extra-Large plans to prevail,
but weighing-in sounds kind of grim.

It's scary just to fill one plate.
Is there no end wanting a treat?
Must Heavy then reincarnate?
Must my Over-Eat so repeat?

The after-life may serve as key,
to reassess wanting and need,
to jail Heavy and set Slim free,
to trim (and re-trim) thought and deed.

Pleasant illusions cover strife,
but truth curtails that dimming flow.
Unveiling is a way of life,
and slimming may well help my glow

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, July 23, 2013  10:05  A.M.)

1979
Still Waiting For A Reply

Life, can you tell me why,
that lovers sometimes say good-bye?
Life, can you tell me when,
refinement lights the way of men?
Life can you tell me how,
a man could smile and break a vow?
Life can you tell me what
makes some men worth less than a mutt?
Life, can you tell me who,
has a tested heart kind and true?
Life, tell me now, what kind
allows the heart to teach the mind?

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, July 24, 2013  5:27  P.M.)

1980
Vicissitudes

Lord please don't think me rude and crude.
But what You've made makes not my day.
Variety's my attitude,
yet ups and downs are not my play.
When I have one almost subdued,
the other demands I resign.
Just why on Earth did You include
vicissitudes in Your Design?
Is it a learning interlude
(something connected to our flaws)?
Was it to make us smart or shrewed,
as we connect effect and cause?
Perhaps through pain one might conclude,
life would be smooth if not for mood.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, July 25, 2013  10:52  A.M.)

1981
When Will I Be Gone?

At seventy years I applaud,
all thoughts and things that are of God.
Some think this could be out of fear
(a holding on to life so dear).
Do they project fears of their own:
dark and empty with pallid tone?
Lack of virtue would ask a "stay",
for its foolishness "gone-astray:.
My apologies have been sent, 
and look forward to my "event"
(a joyful reunion to share,
with all my friends, and all who care).
Meanwhile I'll be recommending
much mending before ascending.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, July 28, 2013  10:57  A.M.)

1982
Our Free-Will Party (2)

For You it's no surprise.
You understand our heart.
You know we're less than wise,
when most love falls apart.
It's not that we don't try.
There's much to think about.
We're so afraid to die,
fear thrives inside and out.
Fear sowing is quite mad.
Mind forgets about thought.
Fear reaping will be sad,
as pain has ever taught.
All this You must have known,
long before fear was sown.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, July 30, 2013  11:31  A.M.)

1983
The Secret Most Poets Don't Know They Know

My secret for writing a poem
at seventy years of age,
is not too much and not too little,
yet charm and enchant the page.
Make sure it smiles with a playful rhyme.
Meter can bring great pleasure.
Wisdom with beauty is luminous.
Metaphor is a treasure.
Make lovely, kind words, smart yet simple.
Un-refined is mostly crude.
It's ever prudent to be polite.
Be careful what you allude.
Night's a shadow. Remember the sun,
and stray not too far from having fun.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, July 31, 2013  3:00 P.M.)

1984
Imp-Talk

Impatience (never nearly smart),
plays painful on the Human heart.
Imprudence likes the un-wise play,
and how it "stirs the pot" each day.
A pair of "Imps" if ever were,
that common-sense could not deter.

Their tears and fears cloud Man's insight.
They aid the dimming of our Light
The dark commands (as if they know),
"Imps are too-hard to overthrow."
Yet "too-hard" whittles down to won't,
and life's much harder if we don't.

The Light has over-throwing tools,
but will we will Light-simple rules?
Dark whispers shout, I, me and mine",
that we forget our sun can shine.
It's always this (the brighter choice) --
When did sorrow ever rejoice?

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, July 31, 2013  3:00 P.M.)

1985
Heart Music

This slow, whispers to fast.
High notes echo low tones.
Violins serenade French Horns:
soft strings caress the wind,
as Mozart sings to God.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, July 31, 2013  3:00 P.M.)

1986
The Joyful Dream With Heart

It's true my point of view
colors the way I see,
but when I dream of You,
hope shows how love should be.

Our sleep holds a learning,
and yes, some fly afar.
Subtle needs discerning.
God's door is dream-ajar.

Some say hearts know the way,
but "wants" have their "sweet-dreams"
(each night as well as day),
that nurture Man's extremes.

Right-knowledge is pure gold.
Love is a treasure chart.
Right-action is right-bold.
The joyful dream with heart.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, July 31, 2013  3:00 P.M.)

1987
Chowhound

Now my Hungry don't like my Slim,
and my Slim don't like my Hungry.
Their views of trim can get quite grim --
no matter who wins, one's angry.

But the win won't last very long.
Inconsistency reigns supreme.
Perhaps it is a will not strong,
or aspect of moon that's extreme.

Whatever cause that plays with pounds,
it's subtle, and yes, elusive.
It veils it's coming, then astounds.
No notion is yet conclusive.

I've been taught that life is a test.
Failure is destined to repeat.
When my discernment is the quest,
a pass by cheat would mean defeat.

From moon (or star) it ends with me.
At Slim and Hungry may I smile.
Dealing with feeling sets me free.
Quality thought is my worthwhile.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, July 31, 2013  3:00 P.M.)

1988
Our Warming

The joyful, smile
at thoughts worthwhile.
The thoughtful, glow
at joy's light show.
When mind hears heart,
life's warm and smart.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, August 12, 2013  8:12 A.M.)

1989
The Up-Poem

We learn to dare, that we rejoice.
We learn to care. We make that choice.
Sad pursuing earns a sad prize.
In Man's doing, good deeds are wise.
Joyful your glow (dim not your play).
Warm thoughts well know a kinder way.
Make your worthwhile a joyous smile.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, August 12, 2013  10:01 P.M.)

1990
What Will We Want?

Free-will is the mother of choice,
and choosing makes our world "go-round".
Which decisions help us rejoice?
Which will up-lift? Which will confound?
Simplicity has always taught,
sad is the harvest of poor thought.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, August 13, 2013  6:37 P.M.)

1991
Joy Is A Great Traveling Companion
(for those who have stepped onto the Path)

Call it a reaping point of view.
All sowing is based on intent.
If the Law of Karma is true,
surely no one is innocent.
Few hear it: fewer give it thought.
Some blame God that they must atone.
This, above all, makes them distraught:
sowers forget what they have sown.
But Karma is not about pain.
Its job is the future (to teach).
Prudence and love train to be sane.
There kindness is sown in our reach.
Man's troubles are a learning gift.
Right knowledge (applied) will up-lift.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, August 16, 2013  11:56 A.M.)

1992
Less Light More Profit?

The head-line fears (so geared to sell),
barter in tears, where many dwell.
Some quite expose "stars" less humane
(naked with clothes). Bad news does reign.
Hope would relate heart teaching mind,
and advocate all who are kind.
Daring to care must not be rare.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, August 16, 2013  11:56 A.M.)

1993
Intuition

It's with us from the beginning,
and stays right to the end.
Our listening is our winning.
There is no better friend.
Those who deny just block the voice,
that goes by many names.
Fore-warning enlightens our choice,
and strengthens all good aims.
Gut-feeling, hunch, or suspicion,
the label matters not.
This wisdom without ambition
will add a light un-bought.
May we strive to achieve, then teach,
that good which illumines our reach.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, August 22, 2013  11:50 A.M.)

1994
Money-Talk (1)

It can adorn life most worthwhile,
as if we touched our lucky star.
And yes, it brings a heady style
(diamonds, travel, and fancy car).
Some say it is a dream come true.
They also say it leads to pain.
Perhaps it's in the point of view.
Will the owner be kind or vain?
Having means to hold and protect.
Man has been known to cheat and steal.
Prudence is needed, not neglect
(that not-known side of wealth appeal).
Discretion's valid, rich or poor,
as Man continues wanting more.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, August 25, 2013  10:07 A.M.)

1995
May-Talk

May love warm every heartbeat.
May Soul-filled smiles brighten your day.
May chocolates dance in your dreams.
May all your troubles melt away.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, August 26, 2013  10:21 A.M.)

1996
Oh, To Be Sweetly Un-Seduced

Jams and jellies and ice cream show
I wasn't watching my cuisine.
When my stretch belt no more will grow,
it's lame to blame a "hungry-gene".
Time now for a new Thinking cap.
One that glows with a slimmer light.
This preserving my overlap
was far from my greatest insight.
Will a "thinning" prayer be heard?
(The Higher may just smile and nod.)
On second thought I might re-word,
and ask for that which they applaud,
with hopes it also battles weight,
that I can pray with much less freight.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, August 28, 2013  11:32 A.M.)

1997
While There Is Light

I'm approaching a conclusion,
from my seventy years of age.
To avoid further confusion,
it may be time to turn the page.
To review, rethink, and refine,
to see, perhaps, what I've outgrown,
or to what I must re-align.
(And deeds for which I must atone).
While there is Light, I must progress
(my not so hidden law of heart).
Quality thought and no excess
lead to a kinder aging art.
While my pen has ink, light be told:
Man's love is warmer than Man's gold.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, August 31, 2013  10:07 P.M.)

1998
Subtle-Talk (1)

Is it more appealing
to enjoy a loving feeling,
or remember (once taught),
to enjoy a most loving thought?

Sure each could grow heart wings.
Both have their way with subtle things.
Both have separate styles,
and strive to fill our world with smiles,

for sad is not sublime,
and un-subtle well-leads to crime.
Quite crude is quite un-kind.
Only Humble lets heart heal mind.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, August 31, 2013  10:07 P.M.)

1999
Perhaps It's A Spring Attitude

I like to watch things grow.
Be it love, tree or smile,
or man made out of snow.
Joyful growing's my style.

Of course, it must be good.
Bad growth just dims the day:
joy lives not in falsehood,
false glitter, or false sway.

Leaf buds green well the tree.
Flowers color that scene.
Fruit is growth. You'll agree.
Some growth is quite foreseen.

Yet some can fool the eye,
like egg's first sign of beak.
Nature can hide her "why",
in wonder and mystique.

Perhaps a Spring-type mood,
with chirping sounds of birth,
help green my attitude
that good growth has great worth.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, September 1, 2013  4:33 P.M.)

2000
Man's Un-Warm

Of this we're sure: it's not sublime.
It's not selfless, nor is it kind.
It often leads to hurt and crime,
with no heart access to the mind.
Some swear it darkens sanity,
an un-warm time of self-snowing,
that limits all Humanity.
"Too-knowing" is not too-glowing.
It's that of which quite few are free.
A gift of Earth we must set right?
Love lessens our flaws by degree,
for heart is our great school of Light.
It's Man's story, subtle or bold.
Love is warm, and vanity cold.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, September 3, 2013  9:59 A.M.)

2001
Message To Myself (September 6, 2013)

Sure our Karma is our learning.
In this long search for happiness,
less hurt means subtle discerning
(that most needed for our progress).
Our Inner Whispers point the way.
"Search for the calm, where there's no pain;
 that place which becons love to stay;
that sanctuary for the sane."
Some say it will be found in heart,
quite in between, where pulse makes nest.
Prudent science reflects God's art.
Anything less is our great test,
for Man looks without (near and far),
rarely glimpsing life's inner star.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, September 3, 2013  9:59 A.M.)

2002
Sweet Control

Calories smile (and yes, laugh too),
at what's worthwhile, as if they knew--
Sweets always win, chocolates reign.
Dreaming of thin is so right brain.
Left is renown: logic's the way.
plan to cut down: dessert is prey.

My right won't trim. My left won't dream.
Both think quite slim. Both like ice-cream.
Half Full can feel Half Empty's crave.
Weight will reveal both misbehave.
Sugar me light, with no deceit.
Knowing what's right becomes a treat.
Heavy must go. Lord help me choose,
and thus to know, it's great to lose.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, September 8, 2013  3:53 A.M.)

2003
Fog Man

There's confusion along the way.
My conclusion? We are its prey.
Sometimes we're told it's un-healthy,
to dwell on gold (Be God-wealthy).

Then too we hear, well-off is good.
Riches are dear (go Robin Hood).
Easily said.  Easy to find.
Easy to spread to bog the mind.

The wise have taught, learn and apply.
Quality thought penetrates why.
Discern and smile. Not-clear means pain.
Pray what's worthwhile will keep Man sane.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, September 9, 2013  12:57 P.M.)

2004
The Invitation (2)

Your pebbles drop into my pond.
I smile non-stop. Ripples respond,
touching my shore, lovely and kind,
promising more, as heart warms mind.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, September 9, 2013  12:57 P.M.)

2005
Love-Talk (26)

Come friend let's praise all love-not-low:
that love anger cannot outshout;
nor can vicissitudes un-glow,
the love heart, not mind, measures out.
Heart-love well knows it's wise to care.
It is the learning of The Way:
grateful's loyal, and kind will share.
(An un-lit sun has no warm ray.)
Low-love's full of misconception,
that only quality thought quells.
Honest-love wills no deception.
Deceit lives not where high-love dwells.
It is a story Man-Years old.
High-love is warm. Low-love is cold.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, September 23, 2013  11:45 A.M.)

2006
The In-Between Of Wax And Wane

New-moons orbit unlit.
The sun-side shows them bright.
Poets try to outwit,
but moon-truth speaks with light.
Dark they are to Mankind,
in our brief glimpse of space,
inviting us to find
Nature has unseen grace.
Lovers may miss the glow,
then wish upon "their" star,
that hearts will always know,
love is near (never far).
Warm the heart. Warm the reach.
Nature has much to teach.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, September 23, 2013  11:45 A.M.)

2007
Wisdom Matures With Heart

Purest of heart, purest of mind,
teach us the art of Humankind.
"Your wise have taught all fine feeling,
and subtle thought, are your healing."

Purest of heart, purest of mind,
teach us the art of Humankind.
"In your growing search well the 'Why'.
First comes knowing, then you apply."

Purest of heart, purest of mind,
teach us the art of Humankind.
"Be quick to smile, forgive and share.
All that's worthwhile begins with care."

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, September 30, 2013  4:12 P.M.)

2008
Seventy-Talk

Some say all our days are numbered.
Sure mine number much less than most.
Prudence keeps them love-encumbered,
home not to life's regretful ghost.
My heart requires beautiful deeds,
for I have been joyfully taught.
What's past is past. My 'Now" plants seeds,
to nurture future's subtle thought.
Logic is tickled by delight,
for heart knows how to warm the mind.
Quality living needs insight.
(How else can Mankind love Mankind?)
Not without guidance is God's Plan,
from inner-man to outer-man

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, October 9, 2013  11:36 A.M.)

2009
One-Talk

In the mystery of Earth play,
infinity may well seem odd,
to those Self-lost both night and day,
but small is big when filled with God.
The dark-side likes our tiny-thought.
It rules the insignificant.
(Pray for the mind that thinks "I'm not").
"I Am" is life's vital transplant.
Really it's a matter of reach.
The outer-man thinks grain of sand.
The inner-man thinks only beach.
(With warmth of heart may mind expand).
Oneness is quite a wholesome goal,
when Man's great stepping-stone is Soul.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, October 13, 2013  8:00 A.M.)

2010
Sow A Sweet Seed, Reap A Dessert

Each one has his own sneaky-mood,
triggered no less by subtle thought.
My Sneaky has always been food.
It's trigger, this day, I know not.
Jams and jellies begin my act,
with peanut butter on crackers.
Pastries and puddings have their pact,
quite common with sneaky-snackers.
Sneaky sweet-whispers, "Yes indulge,
that chocolate cake and ice cream
would never accrue (never bulge) --
like Banana Splits in a dream."
Love of dessert blinds my Beware,
but Scale says my Sneaky's still there.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, October 14, 2013  11:21 A.M.)

2011
Time-Talk (4)

Never's far from perhaps,
and soon is close to now.
Maybe has overlaps.
Later postpones the 'wow'.
Life's fleeting from the start.
Time is a beating heart.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, October 18, 2013  4:43  A.M.)

2012
Together-Talk

This feeling goes beyond delight.
When we caress heart warms our light.
Our best moment is anytime
our love well makes our dream sublime.
Perhaps we let our Souls enfold,
while hearts record what minds can't hold.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, October 18, 2013  4:43  A.M.)

2013
Gardens Reveal The Gardener

Prudence plants for beauty and strength.
Patience knows no limit on length.
Striving lets in no loss of heart.
Consistency is ever smart.
The joyful grow and never blame
the hardships of life's garden game.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, October 18, 2013  4:43  A.M.)

2014
Some Say We Grow Too Slow

Some know free-will must ever sow,
while joy and sorrow ever reap.
The seed of love will ever glow.
Dark thoughts make future ever weep.
Pain paves the path to sanity.
Cause and effect lets us discern.
Mankind creates Humanity,
as Man's concern becomes to learn.
Could we make a 'no-dimming' day
(a healthy day so beauty-bright)?
Could fear and greed just once obey,
changing our course to Greater Light?
Surely our 'Slow' is no surpirse:
experience breast-feeds the wise.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, October 20, 2013  2:04  P.M.)

2015
The Birth Of Change

Will darkness shudder in their light?
Will nurture warm and make things right?
Will worldly power keep them kind,
or heart be heard much less than mind?
Earth's Author has a new Earth page.
Cosmic adjustment sets our stage.
The "Age Of Women" is in play.
May Yin heart-heal Yang's yesterday.
May fear succumb and virtue reign.
May common sense up-grade to sane.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, October 20, 2013  2:32  P.M.)

2016
What To Manifest?
(that is the question)

A learning there must be for sure,
but when and where is left to pain.
Heart felt caring will be our cure,
and mark the day Mankind went sane.
Why are we planting Me-First seeds?
Know we not weed-thoughts make weed-deeds?

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, October 24, 2013  3:05  P.M.)

2017
Thought-Talk (5)

To youth life seems a never-die,
yet age sees each breath as a gift.
If age were youth and breath were sigh,
heartbeats would care and smiles uplift.
Earth-temporary manifests.
(eternal plays age-gray part time).
Quality passes all God's tests,
be they quite painful or sublime.
Darkness is discernment declined.
Reflection (not crude) can inspire.
Hope is a light mellowing mind.
Love is the warming of desire.
In the joys, and the hurts, of life's growing,
good knowledge heals the un-knowing.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday October 24, 2013  3:05  P.M.)

2018
Last Breath Talk

Approaching what all must approach,
I wonder if they had a plan.
Did calm hold fast, or fear encroach,
"their" metamorphosis of Man?
Some were well taught that heart's last beat,
would show Virtue as no tall tale.
Those that harm will find harmful heat:
those that love will see love prevail.
Some say, for sure, we will be met,
by escort from a Greater Light,
family perhaps (or brunette).
For them a loved one seems just right.
Lord I pick You, and Your sweet grace,
to navigate God's subtle space.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, October 28, 2013  3:05  P.M.)

2019
The Choice Of All Good-Will

Remembering to smile,
through life's great ups and downs,
makes loving more worthwhile,
for lack of frequent frowns.
Sorrow's a nasty dream,
at any point in time.
Happiness is supreme.
Heart knows what's most sublime.
Good feelings, we are told,
are known to warm not chill.
They are the spirit's gold:
the choice of all good-will.
Happy's a healthy gain.
Sadness is never sane.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, November 1, 2013  10:02  P.M.)

2020
Weeding Is Our Greatest Sport

Ours is a growing oh so slow.
Much learning is paid for in pain.
Imprudence guarantees a tear.
Low intent ever wants to reign.

Darkness rejects quality thought.
Lack of insight knows how to teach
the rude and crude to spread their hurt.
(Discernment is an inner reach).

Our lessons learned are stepping stones,
those better moments of our days,
when hearts well share their joy with mind,
arming future with un-sad ways.

Sure weeding is our greatest sport.
(Less virtue means less sanity).
As the individual grows,
so grows refined Humanity.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, November 2, 2013  11:16  P.M.)

2021
Let's Just Call Them Low Profile

Most are unknown: no sign, no shout.
Prudent they are, and Earthly wise.
They heal. They guide. They go without.
Learned silence can calmly advise.
God has His helpers. Yes, Indeed,
that aid Mankind, so much in need.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, November 3, 2013  12:55  P.M.)

2022
The Last To Go

Lost track of them a long while back.
Blind with portions enhanced by snack,
fat hides a non-thin kind of mood:
"Sweets are the only kind of food."
I blame my condition on taste!
Chocolate cake expands my waist.
Banana Splits, jams, and jelly,
circumnavigate my belly.
It's now no longer why but when.
Will I ever see them again?
Small and large (maybe ten), Lord knows:
it's truly a matter of toes.
Some say just diet to extreme
(never claiming dreams of ice cream).

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, November 2, 2013  3:29  P.M.)

2023
When Crunchy's On The Crave

Yes, I get the munchies,
and yes, I over eat.
My karma is crunchies.
Crackers are my best treat.
Crunchy leads to Chewy,
and there is my delight.
Never soft and gooey.
(It's gotta have a bite).
Surely there's attitude.
We Snackers never waste.
My crunch compels a mood,
accompanied by taste.
When Crunchy's on the crave,
Chewy will misbehave.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thurday, November 8, 2013  9:35  P.M.)

2024
When I Goes We

It sounds refined (forever friends),
but heart and mind must make amends.
"Always" is bold, when love is young.
Silence gleams gold, when teeth bar tongue.
Custom made calm means prudent days.
Life is a psalm with patient ways.
Sight's more than see, when I goes we.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, November 7, 2013  9:35  P.M.)

2025
The Potty-Training Of Our Free-Will

Retell the tale each dawn.
Hello is not good-bye.
Birth and death are a yawn
(a wink of the Cosmic Eye).

With love we take Earth's test.
Free-will dictates our pain.
Caring choices are best.
Joyful labor is sane.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, November 9, 2013  9:35  P.M.)

2026
To Fill Or Not To Fill

Call this craving a chip-attack.
No longer is it just a snack.
Crunchy's the story: there I fail
(my never-ending not-full tale).
My tastebuds shout, "More munch -- more fun!"
Never I could eat only one.
Crunchy commands I over-fill,
where taste is no proxy for will.
To trim my "eat-em-all" notion,
Crunch and Taste may need a potion:
one that masters the moods of food
(a calming smile with attitude).
Yet potions and pills rarely win.
Only prudence knows how to thin.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, November 26, 2013  11:22  P.M.)

2027
Message To Myself (November 19, 2013)

Low thinking breeds much low-intent,
and cruder deeds find crude consent.
There is much pain at Man's extremes:
rude batters sane with Me-First dreams.
Our rude's a weed (the self-hurt kind),
and crude's a seed that rots the mind.
Alas for low, for lack of heart,
and each no-glow with vibes that smart.
Know well and tend to what's of worth,
for there's no end to low's rebirth.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, November 19, 2013  5:36  P.M.)

2028
Turning Talk (3)

Sure it's in the turning
sometimes seen with a yawn,
when stars know how to hide,
and pastels color dawn.

Night shadows creep ahead
stars watch while others sleep.
Each second here on Earth,
motion makes morning peep.

I hope it's so with us,
in all our growing days,
that learning be in sync,
with dawn's on-going ways.

Low thoughts will low-intent,
and claim their own as right.
Quality thought dims not.
Heart warms, with care, mind's light.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, November 20, 2013  1:38  P.M.)

2029
Un-Safe At Any Speed

It's an ancient story
us moderns know so well,
ending not in glory,
yet still an easy sell.

Quite ready to explode.
Not easy to defuse.
Humans have a mad-mode,
that justifies our views.

Some think it only right
to never keep "it" in.
Much anger dims our light:
heart knows it as no-win.

Upset means more to learn,
but not too soon it seems.
Angry does not discern,
nor beautify our dreams.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, November 23, 2013  10:27  P.M.)

2030
Message To Myself (November 29, 2013)

What's foolish now was not back then.
Perhaps we've learned a thing or two.
Our years recall the what and when,
as prudence molds our point of view.
When past teaches future can glow.
Knowledge is digitized today,
yet smarter seems to come quite slow.
Without the heart mind will betray.
History harvests all our deeds,
and oftentimes will crush our dreams.
Some day we'll see our thoughts as seeds.
The warming heart avoids extremes.
The un-wise love the un-sublime:
their Me-First shouts, "Not yours, but mine!"

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, November 29, 2013  11:05  P.M.)

2031
Closing Thoughts

My smeller has seen better days,
as I strive for quality ways.
Those blander foods just won't suffice.
My taste buds need a tad more spice.
Discernment is the tool of truth.
Things work less well with age than youth.
False teeth make that quite biting real.
Corrected vision can't conceal,
the mirror image changing shape.
Reflections leave me no escape.
I'm conscious of my, "Say again?",
as hearing shouts less "what" than when.
My hope is that my love fades not,
from failing health nor failing thought.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, December 1, 2013  11:30  P.M.)

2032
Never On A Sunday (2)
(My Disappearing Diet)

A prudent thin I seek,
fasting one day a week.
It all adds up for sure.
Less food's a slimming cure.
Fifty-two days a mere
one seventh of a year.

Seven years to fast one.
(No one said it was fun).
One whole year without food:
numbers can spoil a mood.
That's two years in fourteen.
By then I should be lean.

In twenty-one it's three.
What would be left of me?
In twenty-eight it's four.
Saved on food. Less is more.
In thirty five it's five,
quite slim, if I survive.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, December 4, 2013  1:00  P.M.)

2033
Warm-Talk (2)

The ancients taught heart speaks quite wise:
quality thought is mind's great prize.
Poor thinking's grim, a loss of light.
Where life goes dim, things don't go right.

If youth would know non-dimming days,
and use their glow in warming ways,
then they must dare the Path of Heart,
where all is care and sharing smart.
There love will teach and kindness heal.
Within heart's reach is all that's real.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, December 9, 2013  10:33  P.M.)

2034
Test-Talk

The tested know life is a test.
They learn to glow, to do their best.
Caring's their kind, quick to forgive,
healing the mind that peace may live.
Love is their choice to warm the heart,
where they rejoice in God's great art.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, January 15,, 2014  10:34  P.M.)

2035
The Art Of The Perpetual Snacker

From fullest loaf to crust,
no matter what the mood:
it's never "Nay" but "Must",
and all about more food!

My Hungry has a scheme.
It's always time to eat.
It only knows extreme.
Too little's not a treat.

No reasoning will do.
Its goal is just to fill
(to push its point of view),
where won't bows to its will.

Some say it's not the boss.
They talk as if they know,
but win must see a loss,
and habits die quite slow.

The world's full of snackers:
chocolate makes our day.
Next comes cheese and crackers:
pounds rarely melt away.

Life has forever taught,
this jam and jelly tale,
always begins with thought,
and ends high on the scale.

I don't regret the ride.
I learned from want and need.
Want is an endless tide,
and need's far less than greed.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, January 16, 2014  10:35  P.M.)

2036
Death Has A Birthday

At near seventy one,
regret would have me sad.
Love whispers, "Fairly done.",
and prudence says, "Not bad."
Experience wants more,
but heart knows how to dare.
When thought just needs to soar,
caution mixes with care.
My last breath waits its turn
(heart knows the time and day),
till then I share and learn
about this Earthly play --
discerning to applaud,
all things leading to God.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, January 18, 2014  10:54  P.M.)

2037
Tomorrow-Talk (3)

The wise have taught. The prudent know.
Each loving thought lets lovers glow.
Smilers rejoice. Frowners just lose.
Make heart your choice in all you choose.
When doing's right, caring is real.
Mean has no light -- no Soul appeal.
Tomorrow's play is made today.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, January 18, 2014  10:48  P.M.)

2038
Real-Talk (2)

Forever is not far,
when love is quick to smile.
When sun becomes a star,
the universe gains style.

Yours is a warming glow,
and yes, a calming light,
which only hearts can know
that thrive on pure delight.

Within we find what's real.
Without are shades of pain.
Service has Soul-appeal,
and that, I find, quite sane.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, January 19, 2014  10:13  P.M.)

2039
Subtle Is As Subtle Does

Beyond the feeling lies the thought.
Emotion is the son of mind.
Ancient are the ones who have taught.
Ugly thinking will dim Mankind.
The joy of beauty will delight.
Yesterday teaches what is right.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, January 20, 2014  11:38 A.M.)

2040
When Will I Ever Be Full?

More is the only word it knows.
Discernment is my only key.
My knowledge of it surely grows,
but it still has the laugh on me.
My Hungry is a staunch non-thin.
Ice cream is its weapon of choice.
Chocolate is its all time win.
I lose, and yet, I still rejoice.
Sometimes I blame it on the moon,
when my quantity picks up speed.
The slow fork loses to the spoon,
and scale is left to score the deed.
Such foolishness shows in belt size,
that un-discerning is un-wise.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, January 20, 2014  4:26 P.M.)

2041
The Un-Learning

Some ask, "If love's the goal,
why engage in killing?
Why harm a fellow Soul?
Why's ill-will so willing?"

The answer can't be bought.
The knowing teach for free.
But few want to be taught:
the rest live life off-key.

The wise will always teach,
that mind should learn from heart.
Such grasp is worth the reach.
Quality thought is smart.

Prudence knows love will smile,
but dim thinks this naieve.
Heart-knowing is worthwhile,
a Soul-goal to achieve.

Will without heart is pain
(a world agahst with gore).
But will with heart is sane,
and joy is free to soar...

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, January 24, 2014  11:41 A.M.)

2042
Glow-Talk

To love or to not love,
that is ever our choice.
Mankind's defining thought,
lets Humankind rejoice.
Surely it's nothing new.
Love is the pulse and flow.
The good know this as true:
heart is the warmth of glow.
Not-glow is Man's not-sane,
a painful inner space.
Non-heart is Man's non-gain,
which some call Man's disgrace.
We will our play. We want our dreams.
Sad is the way of all extremes.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, January 25, 2014  10:14 P.M.)

2043
Valentine-Talk (2)

Clever the thought, and wise the way,
of those who taught Valentine's Day.
Roses delight. Chocolates charm.
Love is the light that does less harm.

Let heart be bold for special friend.
Let love enfold or make amend.
It's in the Soul of Humankind:
love has this goal -- to warm the mind.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, January 25, 2014  11:23 P.M.)

2044
The Truth Is What Exists (2)

It's long been told, with great delight,
heart must be bold to share its light.
For the sincere, truth's a trustee,
that's kept quite near (a sacred key).
Honest sleeps kind, and softly dreams,
how far behind are Man's extremes.
Deception reigns in circles dim.
Confusion pains and makes Man grim.
It's long been told, with great delight,
heart must be bold to share its light.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, January 26, 2014  4:32 P.M.)

2045
Our Love

Love is your warming smile.
Your touch is tender-kind.
Your glance says stay-awhile.
Heartbeats serenade mind.
Our feelings fill our space.
Ours is a Soul-embrace.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, February 1, 2014  9:47 P.M.)

2046
Kindness Is Not For Cowards

It has been taught, all ages find,
Man's precious thought is to be kind.
Not to be smart, or gain great wealth,
but turn to heart and not to stealth.
Un-kind is cold  (nightmare not dream).
Kindness is bold, never extreme.
May choice well teach what to applaud.
Caring's that reach which touches God...

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, February 10, 2014  11:00 P.M.)

2047
To Keep Life Sane

Deceitful flows the well placed lie,
and choas grows where few ask why.
The vain aspire to spread their will:
greed and desire so shape their skill.

When heart warms mind, we learn to care.
Actions show kind, and tend to share.
To keep life sane, listen to Soul.
Sadness is pain. Joy is the goal.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, February 12, 2014  10:14 P.M.)

2048
Searching For The Never-Grim

Spring hints of Summer green.
Fall whispers winter white.
Weathered can be serene,
with Nature as insight.

Branches and leaves wind-dance.
Birds serenade the dawn.
Hope rises to enhance
the smile behind the yawn.

Sun glows through petals thin
not so with petals thick.
Love needs prudence to win --
a most caring yardstick.

Let sun not set on sad.
Such light makes hearts glow dim.
Fortify choice with glad:
search for the never-grim.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, February 12, 2014  4:35 A.M.)

2049
Brighter Than Gold

When I reflect on heart and thought,
I gain respect for all love taught.
Heart shares with mind what's well worth while.
Caring and kind whisper and smile.
The wise ask why joy makes our day.
Behind each sigh beauty's at play.

Brighter than gold the subtle shine --
a story bold with self-design.
Rhythm will move and pulse will pace.
God would approve motion with grace.
There on a star, or point of view --
a place not far, and yes, not new,
sure there's a glow in love's warm glance,
an inner flow, where Soul may dance.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, February 16, 2014  11:13  P.M.)

2050
Count To Talk

Counting to ten is patience's way.
For many men, that's just child's play.
Yang's not alone. Yin has her style.
Who won't atone when smiles go vile?

The number game is common sense,
designed to tame tempers immense.
Youth creates age. Living be told.
Our no-count rage is foolish bold.
The prudent know simple is best.
Numbers will show life is a test.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, February 17, 2014  4:30  P.M.)

2051
Dawn-Talk (4)

At dawn it always seems great fun
to change so many stars for one.
Our focus now, yellow and bright,
fades, for us, the farness of night.
Orion and his sword are gone,
with pastel sky and one last yawn.
Our sight is filled with one blue sky.
Our turning Earth satisfies why.

Perhaps, for now, that is enough
(until refinement smooths the rough).
Mankind is known to learn quite slow.
Vanity tends to dim our glow.
Add ignorance, desire and fear,
and stars may praise our choice of near.
Earth's dream of life is born of breath:
we, the un-dying, fear our death.
May Man's future teach well Man's mind:
heart holds the Light of Humankind...

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, February 18, 2014  9:43  P.M.)

2052
Dare To Care

Wise is a choice that's not so rare.
Many rejoice that dare to care.
Yet foolish deeds are far from few:
un-thoughtful seeds with harvest due.
Now some would say, "Discern and earn.
From day to day that's how we learn."

I hope they're right. Is harvest done?
With what insight is prudence won?
Perhaps the mind, when taught by heart,
becomes quite kind, and plants quite smart.
Foolish still knows harvests of pain,
but living shows Soul means more sane.
Wise is a choice that's not so rare.
Many rejoice that dare to care.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, February 19, 2014  10:19  P.M.)

2053
Man's Milestone

When was it not ever the prize.
Sure loving thought is warm and wise.
It dares to share: never extreme.
Carings's not rare in love's sweet dream.

Logic can chill, and bring much pain.
A prudent will knows love is sane.
Go on the quest. Un-veil The Grail.
Life is a test. Live well the Tale.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, March 1, 2014  11:04  P.M.)

2054
My Not-So-Slim

Pounds and ounces, hungry's the mood.
Non-thin pounces on fill-me food.
Sweet is the sigh filling my belly,
pudding and pie, jams and jelly.
Ice cream with cake, banana split,
chocolate shake, the fun won't quit.

But neat and trim may lose their glow,
for not-so-slim just can't say no.
Desserts conspire. Sugar ordains.
Taste feeds desire. Appetite reigns.
Past is too late. Scale is aghast.
My too much frieght is far too vast.

I can't keep score. Calories pull.
Empty says, "More" (even when full).
Mind says, "Discern". "Fast now", says heart.
It's toime to learn, and time to start.
Grim is love-cold. Sad can't renew.
Joy's warm and bold. Thin's overdue.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, March 6, 2014  10:08  P.M.)

2055
Love-Talk (27)

What I like best changes with years.
Taste is a test with joys and tears.
But there's one thought that quite endures.
I once was taught it's love that cures.

I had to learn. Life had to teach.
Love won't adjourn, while heart can reach.
Time surely knows hurts tend to mend.
As future glows, hope is love's friend.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, March 8, 2014  11:10  P.M.)

2056
Message To Myself (March 9, 2014)

I'm the harvest of my sown seeds,
blaming most others for my crop
(in disbelief of all my weeds).
My ever "go" would never "stop".
The loving-wise have well been taught,
that ugly is no way to start.
Beautify each feeling and thought,
and saturate each deed with heart.
While many shudder, fearing death,
which often causes their defeat,
be grateful now for your next breath,
that pulse becomes a joyous treat.
The Source Of All is known to smile
on those who've learned that life's worthwhile...

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, March 9, 2014  11:09  P.M.)

2057
Invincible And Bright

Our joyful hearts will sing
those songs that make us smile,
that make our Souls take wing,
and sigh that life's worthwhile.
The choice of joy is wise.
Not-joy just leads to pain.
It's surely no surprise,
that saddness serves no-gain.
Life not from books we learn.
Pages just hint not teach.
When mind hears heart, we earn
the right to warm our reach.
Like dawn it conquers night,
invincible and bright.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, March 11, 2014  5:17  P.M.)

2058
Heart-Bold

Some say it would happen never
("We-First" won't grow from "Me-First" seeds),
but pain does not take forever
to teach the wisdom of good deeds.

The "odds" are high for ruder-crude.
Most think love cannot change our play,
yet with dis-robing attitude,
the darkest night will fall away.

Heroes are virtues incarnate.
We resonate with Higher Light.
Discerning is an Earthly fate,
and prudent-love is pure delight.

In other words, with love grow old.
Don't spend a day with thoughts un-kind.
Let history become heart-bold,
and Mankind find its Humankind.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, March 12, 2014  11:41  P.M.)

2059
Billions Become One

I don't know when dawn became real.
Perhaps back then the stars would heal.
Working at night, watching Earth turn,
soon the one-light helped me discern.
Few see the rise. Most wake to day.
Dawn's for the wise, who love God's play.
Sure it won't last, day stage (day glow).
Stars, again vast, will steal the show.

The stars can each (just one, or more),
that Man can reach, when mind will soar.
But why go far, when inner space,
and inner star, await with grace.
I'm of the mind there's dawn in heart,
and loving-kind can learn that art.
It won't be fast: decades not years,
future not past, with joy not fears.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, March 14, 2014  10:44  P.M.)

2060
Message To Myself (March 15, 2014)

Now there's the thought that God's a guy.
They never sought the reason why.
Then there's the theme that God's female.
They share the dream and tell the tale.

Then some would teach that God is both.
Beyond our reach grasp becomes oath.
Perhaps God's fire, and we the flame,
where hearts inspire, and minds not blame.

It may seem odd, but in my heart,
love's always God, and care God's art. --
a feeling high, supreme I'd say,
that fills my why and smiles my day.

Future will go past He and She,
to find that glow in you and me.
But now its mood, faith and feeling,
with gratitude (most appealing).

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, March 16, 2014  10:55  P.M.)

2061
Auras Don't Lie

The same will stick and stay,
a universal fact.
Unlike magnets we play,
opposites don't attract.
Loving goes well with care.
Friendly can pal with kind.
Giving can live with share.
Thought colors Humankind.
Dark thoughts just dim our light.
Dim attracts dim its true.
Good glows a shining-bright,
and needs that warming hue.
True knowledge smiles with choice.
Seekers of Light rejoice...

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, March 18, 2014  5:22  P.M.)

2062
Sonoran Summer  (Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A.)

In our big very-hot we find
cloud cover gives relief.
Indoors is the place very kind,
with summer not so brief.

Our very-nice is months away.
Cool drinks and patience smile,
while the desert must have its way.
Some think the wait worthwhile.

Monsoon moistures this Phoenix heat.
Lightning puts on a show.
Snow birds are planning their retreat,
sensing mild winter's glow.

Non-snowbirds pay the summer's due,
much like the Cactus Wren.
Sonoran Summer point of view?
Stay cool both now and then.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, March 19, 2014  5:46  P.M.)

2063
My Why-Eat Talk

Eating is lots of fun.
Desserts I find most appealing.
Stop is a word not done,
an unfmiliar feeling.
"More" is a sound I know.
It is never too late to eat.
"More" is a warming glow,
inviting, seductive and sweet.
What-if "More" was "No-way!" ?
On what does my eating depend?
Simple, it seems, to say:
my free-will is hungry no-end.
Whence comes this appetite:
and will I ever set it right?

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, March 19, 2014  5:52  P.M.)

2064
Message To Myself (March 23, 2014)

Don't listen to the loud.
Truth's a whispering smile.
Ignore the "Me-First" crowd.
"We-Soft" is well worthwhile.
Let heart attune with mind.
Apply what you have learned.
Thinking ahead is kind,
to you and all concerned.
The ancient wise ones taught,
in fairy tale and play,
we pay for foolish thought,
in future, night and day.
Don't waver or zig-zag.
Bad thought's not worth a wag.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, March 23, 2014  11:07  P.M.)

2065
Message To Myself (March 27, 2014)

Life is a breath and beat of heart.
Dwell not on death, make life an art.
Dim or bright thought that is your choice.
Let it be taught how to rejoice.
Beauty shines bold. Know it's a gift.
Sure it's God's gold: meant to uplift.
Make it your quest your treasure chest.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, March 27, 2014  10:14  P.M.)

2066
My Hungry (2)

For me it's always time to eat.
"Chocolate is the bread of life.
Banana Splits are God's great treat.
Cookies protect against all strife.
Candy sustains and sweetens Soul."
That non-thin voice is not my friend.
(clever extremes, ever its goal).
My hungry seems to know no end.

High tolls, we un-discerning pay.
Too much and not enough mean pain.
Im-prudence has a lot to say.
No dimming-talk is ever sane.
Wise listens not to rarely-smart.
Light is forever found in heart.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, March 29, 2014  9:40  A.M.)

2067
In The In-Between

We dance our jig. Nearness excites.
Zag becomes zig. Feeling delights.
Some like it fast. Some like it slow.
Fast is soon past. Slow warms to glow.

From large to small, next must now wait.
Youth hears that call. Age waits its fate.
Over's not done and in's not out.
They'll be more fun beyond a doubt.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, March 29, 2014  10:42  A.M.)

2068
If Virtue Could Advise

Among all things unwise,
two have their own disguise.
Dark whispers and white lies
guide Man to Man's demise.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, March 30, 2014  9:03  A.M.)

2069
Choose Don't lose

My foolishness, if it could speak,
would have me never strong but weak:
never with skills, and never bright;
never right-on, with no insight.

My Worldly-Wise would caution speach:
caution my grasp: caution my reach:
caution thinking and caution choice:
caution the way that I rejoice.

Both anxious to hold back, it seems.
One seeks failure: one smothers dreams.
I wonder how my love can live,
if holding back means never-give.

But here's a story hardly told:
a loving-prudence is quite bold.
Discern to love: Love to discern.
How else can heart teach mind to learn.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, March 30, 2014  9:03  P.M.)

2070
We "innocent" Harvesters

Lord the complaints do not abate.
They challenge why You let us hate.
Why dark thoughts? Why coveting mood?
What's happened to our gratitude?
Such gripes, it seems, are nothing new.
History echoes points of view.
Perhaps we need someone to blame,
someone who blocks our wealth and fame.
Have we forgotten our free-will
(old seeds and deeds we harvest still)?
Few remember weeds we have sown.
"Innocence" claims to quite disown.
Few think life fair. Most think it's not.
Pain's a lack of quality thought.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, March 31, 2014  10:25  P.M.)

2071
Adjusting-Talk

A chiropractor of the mind,
besides great knowledge, must be kind:
must be discerning to design
calm tensions for the subtle spine.

Correcting self is Soulful art,
and our connection with the heart.
Manipulations change the rate
at which our love transmutes our hate.
Choose to change. Make beauty your choice.
The future smiles as we rejoice.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, April 1, 2014  1:22  P.M.)

2072
The Plump Detective

It's neither the bite nor the taste
that puts the inches on my waist.
Neither calorie nor amount
should be the subject of my count.

No riddle here, just common sense.
My throat, you see, gets hungry-tense.
That desire was deep into play,
before the "candy" came my way.
Watch the thought. Stake-out the feeling.
Extra-Large can be revealing.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, April 1, 2014  10:00  P.M.)

2073
Love-Talk (28)

Love is a glow, more moon than sun.
Warm feelings flow,  when two are one.
We meet in dreams, where hearts can play,
without extremes (the heat of day).

There's only you. You are my smile,
my point of view, my well worthwhile.
Care is Soul-gold. Hope is heart-bright.
My tale's now told: love's a delight.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, April 2, 2014  3:30  P.M.)

2074
Why We Kill For Our Ideas

At first it may just seem quite odd,
to have so many names for God,
but languages and traditions
have built-in subtle partitions.
Thought seeds, blood-soaked do permeate.
How "easy" love turns into hate.
That "easy" contains our learning.
Man earns his growth by discerning.
It's pain that asks the question why,
tolerance is the first to die.
Compassion is the next to go.
The warmth of love then dims to glow.
Un-caring ever rules un-kind,
for cold hearts ever chill the mind.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, April 4, 2014  12:31  P.M.)

2075
The Path Worthwhile

When time to say goodbye,
and whisper my last breath,
I won't be mumbling why,
God made a thing called death.

That's all been sorted out
one heartbeat at a time, 
and I sure have no doubt
the journey is sublime.

The prudent always taught
love is the path worthwhile.
Practice quality thought.
Learn to wait with a smile.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, April 5, 2014  3:12  P.M.)

2076
Re-Run Talk

Would I do It over again?
The disappointments and the pain.
the never-knowing where or when
imprudence or "Me-First" would reign?

Some are sad (their choices have grown).
Self serving thoughts prove not worthwhile.
Sure they would change seeds long since sown,
for only those that make God smile.

My answer may surprise not few:
the past has made this present man,
and no doubt honed my point of view.
Perhaps it is God's "growing" plan.

I've no regrets just gratitude.
The joy of love's a warming light,
that beautifies each subtle mood.
Heart is the source of kind insight.

I wish them all the very best.
Let conscience guide them night and day,
that they do well in life's great test
and spread much love along the way.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, April 7, 2014  9:54  P.M.)

2077
Dim Needs Light

Its shadow shades its sight:
Vanity thinks its right.
Quite void of gratitude,
un-caring sours good mood.

Truth can become a tale.
Subtle feelings can veil.
Those tiny distractions
can limit great actions.

Our pain says think again.
The ink is not the pen.
The thought is not the mind.
Discernment heals Mankind.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, April 9, 2014  11:06  P.M.)

2078
Subtle-Talk (2)

Sure subtle will always appeal:
it gives to life that special feel
(that joyful texture satisfied),
in lovers of beauty world wide.

It may well be a sound that sings,
that moves the Soul to spread its wings.
Fragrance can fill our inner space,
with sublime loveliness and grace.

Color can manifest delight,
from all the hues hiding in light.
Taste can be exquisite pleasure.
The tongue is a unique treasure.

Refinement is an endless goal,
as part becomes one with the whole.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, April 10, 2014  10:22  P.M.)

2079
Want-Talk

Nearing seventy one I slow,
not just in step but direction.
Heart shows my mind a warmer glow,
to glimpse a calmer reflection.
My I-Want forever wants more.
Was it programmed with greedy deeds?
Is there no closing off that door,
the source of my imprudent needs?
Time to re-think my selfish thought;
to extinguish my "Me-And-Mine";
to explore what heart's always taught;
the goal is not want, but refine.
May love permeate my next breath,
and selflessness smile at my death.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, April 13, 2014  10:32  P.M.)

2080
Tough Calorie Talk

My Not-So-Slim blames it on waist.
My Should-Be-Trim blames it on taste.
My Over-Eat is super strong.
The sweetest treat is its love song.
Mostly in charge, it commands, "Fill".
My Extra-Large has its own will.

No-Hope would teach the battles lost:
far beyond reach, and at great cost.
But I still fight. I won't give in.
Thin has a light I need to win.
I pledged to Soul to digest not
what hurts my goal of thinning thought.
At my bequest the fight's a gift:
a great contest fought to uplift.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, April 13, 2014  11:24  P.M.)

2081
For The Not-So-Young In Future Times

Don't look without for peace within.
The worm of doubt assures no win.
Strive to discern. Be wise and care.
Observe and learn, then dare to share.
Selfish makes pain. This your heart knows.
Man makes no gain when not-love flows.
Hold this most dear: keep God quite near.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, April 13, 2014  6:45  P.M.)

2082
Message To Myself (April 14, 2014)

Vast confusions, as well as pains
start here with mind turns and quick twists,
for the dictionary explains,
that truth is always what exists.

Few view truth exactly the same.
The vain complicate with, "I know",
playing subtleties like a game.
To "win" that way is life's no-grow.

The spectrum of light is immense.
The visible part is quite small.
The arguments can get intense,
yet we surely can't see it all.

The same goes for hearing and smell.
Innacuracy shouts quite loud.
Our thresholds hide as well as tell,
and truth whispers more than here told.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, April 14, 2014  6:38  P.M.)

2083
Where Does The Future Begin?

World, you present yourself to me.
My response is the seed I sow.
My free-will is my future-spree.
Is my quality high or low?

Past choosing makes present reaping.
Does pleasure pretend to rejoice?
Will I find my future weeping?
Do I prefer the cruder choice?

Incarnations are my harvest.
Selecting seeds becomes my art.
If my best's not the very best,
experience refines the heart.

My dying here is my birth there.
It's time to love and not to fear.
My life goes on no matter where.
My dying there is my birth here.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, April 15, 2014  12:52  P.M.)

2084
That Whisper From Within

It's nothing new. It's long been taught,
this inner view of subtle thought.
Conscience we're told whispers not shouts.
To hear is gold. Never-Hear doubts.
Warm is from heart. Cold is from mind.
Learn well the art of Humankind.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, April 15, 2014  10:15  P.M.)

2085
My Always And Never Dine Together

My Always-Trim is always right.
It's will to slim is its delight.
It always knows how much to eat.
Restraint soon flows with each sweet treat.
Dessert? (Pretend). Pasta? (No way).
Non-fat is friend. Less makes its day.

My Never-Thin is never wrong.
Its will to win is its sweet song.
It never doubts and won't debate.
It ever shouts desserts are great!
It loves ice cream; craves pumpkin pie;
thinks jam's a dream; and won't ask why.
Chocolate mood (Never-Thin's choice)
would then conclude, "Eat well. Rejoice".

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, April 16, 2014  12:33  P.M.)

2086
Mind vs. Heart

"universal is God.", says heart.
"God's territorial." says mind,
and stakes its claims, owning in part.
Heart would say love warms Humankind.
The pain from mind is quite well known.
Parts against parts weakens the whole.
The dimside welcomes sorrows sown
that drown out whispers from the Soul.
Mind versus heart, is Man's story.
Records show the battle intense.
Much not-love's embraced as glory,
yet love will win this war immense.
Crude pleasure is the way of night.
The joy of love's the way of light.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, April 16, 2014  10:31  P.M.)

2087
Wisdom Goes Well With Love

The wise well show their gratitude,
with joyful glow and smiling mood.
It's proof crude needs, but wise speaks not.
Crude kills in deeds as well as thought.
Wise knows love's art as not so odd,
and in its heart, wise rests in God.
The wise well show their gratitude,
with joyful glow and smiling mood.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, April 18, 2014  3:09  P.M.)

2088
My Not-Win

Time lost in daily foolishness
left unconquered many a mood;
add idleness and much excess,
and then, of course, my attitude.
Make a scribble and find a scrawl.
It's a wonder I learned at all.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, April 19, 2014  9:29  P.M.)

2089
To: The Highest Of Hearts

May I apologize;
for being too late wise;
for youthful foolishness;
and adult carelessness;
for feelings clouding thought;
thus lacking much You've taught;
for low level insight,
in higher ways of light.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, April 19, 2014  9:29  P.M.)

2090
Message To Myself (April 19, 2014)

The shade will fade. irds stretch and yawn,
then serenade te rising dawn.
Far points of light, obscured by day,
give up the night,   that sun may play.
Many now one, a Godly show
(and daily done), that Man may grow.
Writ large in space with loving grace.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, April 19, 2014  6:17 P.M.)

2091
Thank You God (3)

for our heartbeat. May its sound heal,
and then repeat Your life appeal.
Thank You for breath. It does remind
to deal with death, Man's kindly bind.
You aid our quest (conscience is prime),
a heartfelt guest, wisely sublime.

Thank You for Cause. May it well teach
Effects can pause or fuel our reach.
Thank You for Mind used day and night,
that we may find and gather light.

Your Free-Will shows greed as naieve.
"Me-First" low glows, and does deceive.
Thank You for choice (pleasure and pain).
May love rejoice and keep us sane.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, April 19, 2014  1:24 P.M.)

2092
The Spirit Of Santa

Chocolate, gifts and lighted trees,
all that uplifts, care helps with ease.
Santa's a mood, long made quite real,
an attutude with heart appeal.
He's a healing with mistletoe:
he's a feeling with warming glow.
Heart teaches mind to help Mankind.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, April 20, 2014 10:49 P.M.)

2093
Now Is Our Present When

Questions open the mind.
Detectives search for who.
Where is a place to find.
How many are too few?
How much is not enough?
How often are thoughts just fluff?

Some rather what than why,
and some get rich on when.
What goes into a sigh?
Which feeling will move men?
Cause and effect like how,
but all ask in the now.

Seconds ago is past.
Future's a thought away.
Sure now will never last.
Time doesn't stop to play.
Good focus helps to know
a glimpse of now to go.

Time's a mental construct.
Man feels now is his light.
The present will instruct
as ever-now seems right.
Now is our present when,
and soon becomes "back-then".

Our last year's now is old,
yet at the time seemed new.
We would declare it bold.
Such was our point of view.
We're stuck and yet we're not.
Time brings a smile to thought.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, April 22, 2014 11:07 P.M.)

2094
Thought-Talk (6)

All things were once a thought.
That's what the wise ones taught.
To some this brings a smile
(laughter is well worthwhile),
but ice cream, ships and plays
came not from mindless days.
Thinkers help and destroy:
quality thought likes joy.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, April 23, 2014 4:15 P.M.)

2095
Message To Myself (April 26, 2014)

The cure for too much wealth
is oneness with the heart.
Money makes not our health.
It's not the secret art.

The cure for being poor
is oneness with the heart:
it's not in wanting more,
and all that may impart.

The rich would not agree,
nor would those deep in need,
for those that have seem free:
all else just bleed and plead.

The wise have always taught,
to those who want to know,
wealth is quality thought,
from there great love can flow.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, April 26, 2014 12:03 P.M.)

2096
If Rainbows Could Keep Score

Heat moves from hot to cold,
by unseen laws intent,
mixing gentle to bold,
from breeze to wild ferment.

Moisture merges with air,
from mist to hurricane,
to scare or quite impair.
Mood is Man's weather vane.

Humidity's not seen:
invisible like breeze.
Harmony is serene.
Extremes put few at ease.

If rainbows could keep score,
and lightning show our way,
poor thoughts would seem to roar,
and thunder rule our day.

Unwise would stir to rage.
Dark clouds would block the sun.
Violence sets the stage.
Man-storms are rarely done.

Yet care thinks kind and long.
Hope knows life is worthwhile.
Heart has a warming song,
and love knows God can smile.

Quality thought will teach,
sad and mad are born cold.
Warm weather's within reach.
Let it be known (and told)...

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, April 28, 2014 2:55 P.M.)

2097
Not-Good Is Cruel

The joy of love is Man's treasure.
Through reflection do we discern.
Experience feeds that measure.
Good and evil are ours to learn.

The dim-side wants to snuff our light.
It's clever in its ways of woe.
It's deaf to pleas of doing right.
(A fact that Good should ever know).

Dim wants us to think that dim is strong;
to forget God in time of fear;
to feel dim-power does no wrong;
to think "Me-First" will bring no tear.

Irritation decays dim's play:
impatience poisons then subdues.
Small deeds of good make bright the way.
Man's patience conquers all dim views.

The heart of Good knows how to heal.
Its kindness is, for Man, a gift.
Caring is a power quite real,
leading to all that does uplift.

Good and evil are ours to learn.
Experience helps that measure.
Through reflection do we discern.
The joy of love is Man's treasure.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, April 30, 2014 3:15 P.M.)

2098
Sure There'll Be A Reaping

"Some know: most not at all.
More times is Man reborn
than stones in The Great Wall.
Many a hat is worn."

Doubters, to their last breath,
would swear that God's a lie.
"There's nothing after death:
we live and then we die."

Some talk a one time show,
from them we get no slack.
"We come and then we go.
No way do we come back."

Of course the three will fight,
that is the way of Man.
"Ours" is the "Only" light,
therefore God's "Only" plan.

God does this make you sad,
that we fight over You?
Some seem to go quite mad.
Blood stains some points of view.

Sure there'll be a reaping,
and blaming You some way.
Ignorance goes weaping,
when pain says time to pay.

Someday we'll honor heart,
and leave our rude and crude:
That day we'll learn your art,
and earn a joyful mood.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, April 30, 2014 4:56 P.M.)

2099
Harmony By Design?

At storms calm end, when mist can smile,
we find a friend dressed in God-style.
With colors glad, and form sublime,
who could stay mad at rainbow time?

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, May 3, 2014  12:36 P.M.)

2100
Hearts Are Made To Rejoice

They sense our planet's trick,
before the night's far gone.
Morning starts with music.
Birds serenade the dawn.

Pastels announce the sun,
as the stars fade into day.
Those millions are now one.
Earth turns to light our way.

Sun rays and atmosphere
create our "solid" sky,
a subtle blue veneer
God-easy to apply.

A waking stage of light
to vent our points of view,
where most hope for delight
(but joy comes not in blue).

Nor does it come in red.
Some write their script too fast.
Their scrawl is full of dread.
I pray some smiles will last.

More down than up means pain.
We need to warm each choice,
that sunset find us sane.
Hearts are made to rejoice.

Dim now great illusion,
as we turn into shade.
Stars resume profusion,
(of other worlds persuade).

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, May 3, 2014  11:14 A.M.)

2101
My No-Way, Non-Fat Talk

Chocolate rules to no surprise.
Ice cream is next, a childhood cure.
Banana Splits I'd canonize.
Desserts are special that's for sure.

My Overweight's my Non-Thin fate.
Counting calories makes me eat.
Diet portions don't fill my plate,
and sugarless is not so sweet.

It could be crunchy with a taste,
but no matter what the appeal,
it's all the same around the waist.
With weight, only the scale is real.

Yet scale reminds after the fact.
What happens when I think of food?
I must say yes before the act,
to authorize my Non-Thin mood.

My mind says, "Great, put me in charge.
I'll monitor for trim and true."
Heart just smiles at my Extra-Large.
(Because I know don't mean I do).

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, May 4, 2014  1:42 P.M.)

2102
Hormones-R-Us

I'm just a slow lane type of guy,
mostly peaceful, if left alone,
thinking through the how and the why
prudence dethrones testosterone.

It adds a calmness to each day.
Such peace invites a lot less pain.
Some would think much boredom's at play,
for them the fast lane keeps life sane.

Now fast with calm, to me, seems rare.
What feelings make a fast-calm mood --
less adrenaline, far more dare,
with slightest touch of attitude?

Perhaps I could fast-lane adjust.
Calm in the not-calm is quite bold.
But slower pace I've come to trust.
Some habits are worth more than gold.

I wish fast-laners all the best.
Quick is just fine if love's kept near.
Without it who could pass Earth's test?
Fast lane or slow, love conquers fear.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; MOnday, May 5, 2014  10:08 P.M.)

2103
Inner Weather

Blue skies can gray.
Gray skies can blue.
Mood colors day,
and points of view.

When it's at large,
my Overcast
thinks it's in charge,
but it won't last.

My Happiness
adds hope to smile.
Being cloudless
makes life worthwhile.

Fine feelings flow
when skies are clear.
With joyful glow
hearts fill with cheer.

Dark thought, dark mood:
such lead to pain.
The rude and crude
are life profane.

Change grim to grin:
learn to rejoice.
Weather within
is made by choice.

(Papyrous: San Jose, California & Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, May 9, 2014  7:19 P.M.)

2104
Lover's Light

It's daker side
we never see.
Footprints don't hide
in land called sea.

Creating tides
and attitudes,
this glowing guide
has many moods.

Some tides touch dreams
with warming flow.
Some bring extremes
that Man may grow.

Reflected light,
from night time sun,
can bring delight.
Moon shapes are fun.

(Papyrous:  Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Suday, May 11, 2014  2:44 P.M.)

2105
Message To Myself (May 12, 2014)

Beauty's the way of the heart,
to make life a delight.
It shows mind where to start,
to fight the darkest night.

Ugly thoughts lead to pain.
Doubt speeds the way to dim.
Loveliness keeps us sane.
Fear is a tool quite grim.

Joy's the secret to know:
the lesson all must learn.
To live the warming glow,
the goal is to discern.

The wise know beauty's cure.
Joy is the spirit's health.
With heart we will endure.
God gave us inner wealth.

(Papyrous:  Anthem, Arizona U.S.A.; Moday, May 12, 2014  3:25 P.M.)

2106
Color Me Happy

Orange and yellows bring a smile.
Confident red attracts the eye.
Cheery colors make life worthwhile,
but pastels are subtle and shy.

Orange when mixed with blue makes gray,
yet orange near blue will attract.
Purple and yellow share that play,
while red and green echo their act.

Gray or compliment, moods reveal
magnetic feelings found within.
Actions show what auras conceal.
May our thoughts make feelings that grin.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Moday, May 12, 2014  10:28 P.M.)

2107
The Not-Love

Dim and clever, now there's a pair:
bad forever, prone to ensnare.
Nice is too bright. NIght is their mood.
They hate the light, and love the crude.

They rule by fear. Hope's not their style.
Life is not dear, nor love worthwhile.
Cold is their Soul: cruel their thought.
Harm is their goal. Befriend them not.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, May 14, 2014  11:07 A.M.)

2108
Glad Trumps Mad

It's a surprise when first we learn:
the wise advise discern and earn.
As Man perfects, dim would delay.
Delight protects, along the way.

Seek to employ the fun of light.
Man's shield of joy is Man's not-night.
Simple is best. Make glad your choice.
Survive Earth's test. Rejoice! Rejoice!

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, May 15, 2014  1:25 P.M.)

2109
Always Hello Never Goodbye

'Why' gets to play. 'What" is too cold.
'Why" warms the day with stories told.
Most have one 'why' they truly dread,
"Why must I die: will I be dead?"

Why loss of breath (we've learned to trust)?
Why is there death? Why "Bite the dust"?
Why stop the heart if I live on?
When I depart, will I be gone?

Subtle would share, "We live inside.
Going's no scare, each has a guide.
Outside can't go, that's not God's plan.
It lost its glow (from inner man).
Now be well taught. Life does not end.
Beautiful thought is your best friend."

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, May 16, 2014  10:00 P.M.)

2110
Taught By The Not-So-Seen

Does hurricane demonstrate why
serene is sane within its eye?
Does the rainbow, with mist and ray,
cast a shadow during its stay?
Does the calm mind, when warmed by heart,
learn to be kind, in whole and part?
Does beauty yield God's great glory?
Joy is our shield. love's our story.
Questions can teach Man can discern.
Beyond our reach is ours to earn.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, May 18, 2014  5:04 P.M.)

2111
God I Apologize

God I apologize;
for all my foolishness;
for thinking thoughts un-wise;
for moodiness and stress.

You forgive (love and smile),
but I must learn Your ways,
applying love worthwhile,
with prudence all my days.

Sure that's what we all need,
but habits roam at large,
fast planting seed and deed,
as if they were in charge.

So it's a weed-then-plant,
with patience and insight,
with no more moody slant,
or thoughts of lesser light.

That may just cause some pain.
Moods can be rude and crude,
with un-relinquished reign,
and wilful attitude.

May we have help to hear
Your sweet whispering voice,
by-passing tears and fear,
while learning to rejoice.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, May 18, 2014  10:12 P.M.)

2112
The Health Of The Spirit Is Joy

It's time to celebrate,
to cheer my next heartbeat.
That gladness not abate,
let grin and smile compete.
Happiness is my choice,
and I choose to rejoice!

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, May 18, 2014  10:48 P.M.)

2113
Hearts In Orbit

Earth turns from day to shadow-night,
but sun must play still shinning bright.
Reflect now moon, and share your glow.
Never too soon: all lovers know.

For love we reach that hearts may smile.
Cycles can teach that God has style.
We see much more, when heart warms mind:
God left a door, for Humankind.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, May 19, 2014  11:36 P.M.)

2114
Did It Happen To You?

My eyes have seen, and yet not seen.
My ears have heard, and yet not heard.
I was alert, yet not alert.
So much I've missed. So much I've missed.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, May 20, 2014  12:51 P.M.)

2115
The Future Smiles On Those Who Ask

Can wars start from wishes and dreams?
What won't Man do with all our greed?
Why is it hurtful at extremes?
Why is beauty our safest seed?

Why is the shield of joy un-known?
When will Man's heart become Man's tool?
Why is prudence mostly un-sown?
Why is our love God's only school?

We could go on. Surely you know.
The striving will search with delight.
Questions are food, and Man must grow.
Love nurtures all seekers of light.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, May 20, 2014  2:34  P.M.)

2116
Be The Celebration!

Heartbeats can smile, can "grin" a mood:
joy is a style with gratitude.
Go bring delight and heartfelt cheer,
with warm insight and care so dear.
Plant a smart-seed known to caress.
Future will need your happiness.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, May 21, 2014  2:55  P.M.)

2117
Star-Talk (2)

I thought all stars were white,
but looking through my scope,
star colors taught me right,
heart warming my space hope.

Orange, yellow and blue
help find familiar friends.
Joy stimulates my view,
for me night sky transcends.

It transports me afar,
where spacious gas persists,
to give birth to a star:
nebulae look like mists.

There gravity takes charge.
Star nurseries, like breath,
give rise to life writ-large,
and yes, to nova-death.

Where beauty touches grace,
God recycles my dreams,
to change my glimpse of space,
from ice cream and moonbeams.

My naive lost its act,
as awe absorbed light years.
Yet wonder stays intact,
as I still peer with cheers.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, May 22, 2014  1:30  P.M.)

2118
Questions Before My Last Breath

Why are we here? Where will we go?
What is most dear? When will we know?
Where do we start? What will we find?
How does the heart warm Humankind?
What would I do? What would I say,
if I just knew how to repay?

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, May 23, 2014  5:52  P.M.)

2119
I've Never Felt So Complete

My love is the dawn of my day.
Birds serenade each hint of light.
Pastel pinks amid greens do play.
Warmth attends the fleeing of night.

Many retire to honor one.
Morning is a flutter of hearts.
I need my love like Earth needs Sun,
and yes moon's shared its glowing arts.

We are a team (play side by side).
Love gently flows with each heartbeat.
Perhaps it's felt quite far and wide,
two share a life upbeat and sweet.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, May 24, 2014  12:09  A.M.)

2120
Message To Myself (May 24, 2014)

Surely it's no surprise
the world knows not the wise.
Loving-smart all the while
keeps well its low profile.
They like their slower pace,
planting beauty and grace.
They serve all Humankind,
by helping heart warm mind.
I suspect (and applaud),
they draw quite close to God.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, May 24, 2014  11:59 P.M.)

2121
Would You Come Back?

Sure science can explain,
and mind well understand,
yet awe soars vast terrain,
where heart feels warm and grand.

Flight feathers ride God's air.
Trade Winds become high ways.
Migration with its flair,
whispers of warmer days.

Travel takes Soul afar,
to visit Earth then go,
to dwell on far off star,
and dance in spirit-glow.

Some enlist to return,
to serve the way of Light.
Perfection will discern:
virtue well conquers night.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, May 25, 2014  10:40 A.M.)

2122
What Else Did God Do To Help?

Mint is a secret friend of Man.
So too is Garlic and Aloe.
Surely they're part of God's Great Plan,
of built-in help that life may glow.

Think well. Good thoughts help keep us kind.
Character is the fire of hearts.
Discernment is our first great find.
With gratitude our healing starts.

Humility is vain kept small.
Only fools set their vain at large.
Character flaws make quick our fall.
Character puts us back in charge.

Good habits with good feelings dare
to modify a nasty mood.
Such deeds open the way to care:
Love overcomes our rude and crude.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, May 25, 2014  1:21 P.M.)

2123
Message To Myself (May 26, 2014)

Chocolate dreams, pudding and pie,
ice cream extremes, never a why.
It's always right and not once wrong.
My appetite  is super strong.

Fat free and pure, smaller portions,
diets will cure, so will potions.
Go try them all, to your last cent,
but weight stands tall without intent.
With will we find mind backed by heart.
Scale becomes kind. Loss becomes smart.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, May 26, 2014  10:10  P.M.)

2124
Message To Myself (May 29, 2014)

The Dim are rude and crude,
self serving and un-kind.
Deception is their mood,
while cruelly inclined.

Long have they sown the thought,
we end beneath the sod,
but Light has always taught,
place no limits on God.

Each one has lived more lives
than The Great Wall has stones.
It's mind with heart that thrives.
Alone mind moans and groans.

On borrowed time we earn
the prudence of good-will.
We return that we learn:
only love can fulfill.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, May 29, 2014  6:59  P.M.)

2125
On Account Of A Wink

Tough melts in style, when heart's at play.
Love at first smile quite rules the day,
as if docile were Man's real way,
where what's worthwhile is life's bouquet.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, May 30, 2014  3:29  P.M.)

2126
Free-Will Makes Rascals First: Saints Second

Things that excite make life great fun.
Love by moonlight. Deceive by sun.
It's been that way for countless years,
and yes, we pay with countless tears.
When will we learn, you may well ask?
When we discern Man's inner task.
Loving prudence makes hearts immense.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, May 30, 2014  11:14  P.M.)

2127
The Measure Of Delight

Some claim we're touched by angel wings.
Some say it's fairies that uplift.
Some feel it is the Soul that sings.
Some give thanks and treasure the gift.
Surely beauty has made a pact
designed to please us Humankind,
with subtle smile (heart's interact),
to bring a joy that tickles mind.
Perhaps God knew that mind would sour.
Surviving Earth can be a feat,
not counting our greed for power.
The spark of joy helps heart compete.
Life tends to bind and dims our day.
Heart warming mind is our best way.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, June 2, 2014  7:04  P.M.)

2128
The Secret Of Beauty Is joy

Joyful labor's the way to go.
Its fun is fire that warms the mind.
It is a strength that makes hearts glow.
It's found within right next to kind.

Yes happiness is heart access.
Discern and learn's ever the key.
Joy's the tool for greatest success,
when made our personal decree.

This warmth of beauty's our delight.
Such combination is our cure.
The wise advise its healing light.
Joy's our defense most sound and sure.

"All well and good", doubters will say.
"But joyful labor's just too hard.
Reality dim-fills our day,
and occupies our time on guard."

Know now, life's harder if we don't.
Un-joyful labor leads to pain.
The dim-side cheers each wilfull won't,
and worries, as beauty makes gain.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, June 3, 2014  3:48  P.M.)

2129
The Moonlight Rise Of Our Warm Balloon

How much does a thought weigh?
What scale measures our dreams?
Can heavy feelings play
in far more subtle themes?

Romance, for sure, uplifts.
Love's lighter than a sigh.
Each heart bestows its gifts,
but who knows when or why?

Heart warmth can be profound.
Hope works from dim to bright,
to free from burdened ground,
that Humankind take flight.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, June 4, 2014  9:00  P.M.)

2130
The Fifth Season

Our hopes tend to blossom in Spring,
as the chill gray skies are withdrawn.
The Crocus and Dafodil bring
bright colors to winter soon gone.
Snow-melt, waters awaiting roots.
The hunkered down can feel the thaw.
It is time for thinking shoots,
for greening hills and childlike awe.
Many a snowman waived goodbye.
We leave behind what can't take heat.
May heart fill future with a sigh.
May love whisper in each heart beat.
Never dismay. Leave harm un-done.
Joy is the ray. Beauty's the sun.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, June 6, 2014  11:21  P.M.)

2131
Message To Myself (June 7, 2014)

A lack of discernment
of the serious kind,
with no tears of lament,
is the bane of Mankind.

We have confused Humane
with Me-First's dimming grin.
Sure there will be much pain.
The challenge is within.

It 's no use pointing blame.
Discernment must observe:
Reflection stakes its claim:
Memory will preserve.

This, plus free-will displays
hurtful or saintly styles.
History felt our ways.
May future feel our smiles.

Surely we know the wail
of imprudent delight.
Let love always prevail.
Be a seeker of Light.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, June 7, 2014  1:12  P.M.)

2132
Message To Myself (June 9, 2014)

Can we bonfire our foolishness,
yet not expire our happiness?
Can it be fun? Will there be pain?
Can there be sun? Must there be rain?

Our Rude and crude, we have been taught,
set not the mood for prudent thought.
It's do and learn from our first breath.
Learn to discern. Never fear death.
With love we heal the Earthly strife.
With heart we feel the fire of life.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, June 9, 2014  10:12  P.M.)

2133
My Hungry (3)

My Hungry's happy mood,
that keeps it from lament,
is fill itself with food,
and then feel quite content.
It "needs" pudding and pies.
Ice cream and cake delight.
Chocolate satisfies.
Dessert's forever right.
Peanut buttered crackers,
a treat not put to rest,
is sacred for snackers.
My Hungry knows what's best.
It has a special knack,
that well knows how to snack.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, June 9, 2014  11:25  P.M.)

2134
Message To Myself (June 10, 2014)

Feelings are forged in thought,
then seem to take command.
Perhaps that's why we're taught,
love's the feeling most grand.

For most love is too high.
Compassion is love's door,
and that is but a sigh,
when tolerance is poor.

Here Man gets quite confused.
Should we tolerate hate?
Discernment gets abused,
while some equivocate.

Intolerance is pain,
a standard for the grim,
that leads to less than sane,
where bright well fades to dim.

Someday we'll get it right,
but it may take a while.
All Seekers of more Light
know love is quick to smile.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, June 10, 2014  3:03  P.M.)

2135
My Future Thank You

The wise have taught, future will need
quality thought to seed it's deed.
Thought warms to care. Crude thought is cold.
When mind's aware, prudence is gold.

Calm is the way, and kind the mood,
when prudent play is gratitude.
We'll share the glow, a light worthwhile,
when minds well know heart's winning smile.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, June 11, 2014  3:45  P.M.)

2136
Message To Myself (June14, 2014)

With morning stretch and yawn,
birds sense the coming light.
Their serenade to dawn
says adios to night.

They have no "snooze-alarm".
They wake to feed and nest.
Diurnal has its charm,
that moonlight strives to best.

Man has Nature in reach,
but needs to be astute.
Nature has Man to teach,
but Man loves to dispute.

Science could show the way,
if facts were filled with awe.
Such script would change Man's play,
and thoughts, un-warm, would thaw.

Lord help us get along.
Put kindness in our schemes,
to celebrate our dawn,
and balance our extremes.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, June 14, 2014  9:00  P.M.)

2137
Cheerful-Talk

Good feelings bring a smile.
Happiness is delight.
Joyful is most worthwhile.
Laughter's a happy light.

Frowns are just upside downs:
all too easy to find.
Perhaps we need more clowns,
that help the heart warm mind.

Funny is best with heart.
Some think it is Soul-spin.
Humor elevates art:
It chuckles with a grin.

Sure there's a bliss to mirth,
that tickles and elates:
a value beyond worth,
one that exhilarates.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 15, 2014  4:00  P.M.)

2138
Message To Myself (June 15, 2014)

When star is seen as sun
sure space can be star-fun.
Millions are burning bright
giving off warmth and light.
Color measures their heat,
giving viewers a treat.
Not all are same in size.
"Long Eyes1" can be star-wise.

Computers join with scopes
to give us all new hopes.
Photographs put us there,
where lovers can not stare.
Space-scopes are now not new.
(Earthman extends his view).
But will it help us find
how heart can warm the mind?

Science would say it's chance,
with no hint of romance.
They no-no Yin and Yang
by talking up Big Bang,
and think it not so odd --
stars are not thoughts of God.
Once world was flat for sure:
"knowing-wise" needs a cure.

1 Name given to telescopes on KIt Peak in Arizona by Papago Indians

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 15, 2014  10:22  P.M.)

2139
Message To Myself (June 21, 2014)

If asked I'd have to say,
God is my light of day.
Science has my respect
with its cause and effect.
This means my thoughts are seeds,
and I'm the one who weeds.

Caring is smart intent.
Un-wise is imprudent.
Cruel's an evil sign,
with emphasis on "Mine".
Plant not a low-life thirst,
that knows only "Me-First".

Such seeds are just not sane:
they germinate in pain.
So few watch what they sow,
or plan good deeds to grow.
We weeders reap and learn:
to love we must discern.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, June 21, 2014  10:55  P.M.)

2140
Forsake Not Cake

My story is balance, sometimes a tale,
tall-told, with wink and glance, from sweet to scale.
Sure my Non-Fat glories in right amount,
whispering calories are made to count.

Yet Non-Thin quite well knows the joy of taste.
From there, delight well flows around my waist.
My Slim feels I should trim chocolate cake.
My Not-Slim thinks that's grim, a huge mistake.

Why take that extra slice? Why pick weight loss?
Does mood choose which advice? Is habit boss?
My story is balance, sometimes a tale,
tall-told, with wink and glance, from sweet to scale.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, June 24, 2014  11:35  P.M.)

2141
R.W.G.

At seventy and one,
God grants a special mood,
that life be well begun,
Renewed With Gratitude.

"Grateful for What?", some say.
Grateful for my next breath.
Some gripe their life away,
resentful of their death.

When heartbeats become tears,
mind needs that warming glow,
that calms our growing fears,
and lets our caring flow.

It's secret medicine,
perhaps the most worthwhile,
displaying thankful grin,
to help this old dude smile.

Now wouldn't it ne nice,
if thanks were early-on,
where youth, with wise advice,
sent un-thanks early gone.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, June 26, 2014  10:30  P.M.)

2142
Love-Talk (29)

Soul whispers can repair.
Sure those who think quite kind,
who's actions show they share,
know heart caresses mind.

When care does warming-wise,
joy decorates our day.
Love only can advise
true progress on the way.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, June 28, 2014  3:22  P.M.)

2143
Learning Is Less "Me-First"

Sure it would be quite nice,
if all cared and were kind.
The young would heed advice,
and heart would warm the mind.

But free-will paves the way,
and that ensures extremes,
where blood will rule the day,
and nightmares challenge dreams.

Our "I-Want" has a thirst.
Not caring means we fail.
Learning is less "Me-First".
Good-will's our Holy Grail.

Experience will teach,
"We-First" leaves much less mess.
Love is our daring reach.
Friendship needs heart-access.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 29, 2014  12:26 A.M.)

2144
Dessert's An Attitude

On any sweet filled day,
my Hungry shouts "Hot-Fudge!"
If Hungry has its way,
ice cream will get the nudge.

Dessert's an attitude;
a tasty fun-filled art;
a most delicious mood;
that Hungry thinks quite smart.

Delightful as it sounds,
there is just one detail,
my Thin well warns of pounds,
while Hungry hides the scale.

But pants are getting tight,
and it's on me to choose.
Belt size tell-tales what's right,
that I "win" when I lose.

Yet when I "lose" I gain.
Jams and jellies well know
peanut butter's my bane,
(a cracker-snacker show).

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 29, 2014  7:37  P.M.)

2145
The Mother Of All Remedies

Most never think it's wrong.
We know when but not why.
In novel, play or song,
it brings a smile (or sigh).

It is an un-taught art,
that teaches Humankind.
It overwhelms the heart,
and permeates the mind.

It seems, without a doubt;
a blended Soul like care;
a delightful time out;
a subtle space to share.

Love makes life so complete.
I think it can extend,
beyond my last heartbeat,
when time comes to ascend.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, July 2, 2014  12:40 A.M.)

2146
Not All Stars Are White

Stars are a warm delight.
Red stars are the coolest.
Orange pleases my night,
but blue is the hottest.
Our star's a yellow sun,
un-seen in our night sky.
Star watching can be fun,
but heat asks more of why.
Earth is ice, without heat:
no one to see a star;
no breath drawn, nor heartbeat
(unless they live afar).
Heat and light, I applaud,
as warming gifts of God.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, July 4, 2014  11:02 P.M.)

2147
186,282 Miles Per Second

Five hundred seconds to reach Earth.
Eight minutes plus* from its sun birth.
What pushes our sunlight so fast?
What happens to that light gone past?
Surely future science will know
those answers which help Man to grow.
But will we achieve the right mood:
can we transcend our rude and crude?
Knowing and doing is our test.
Good knowledge with goodwill is best.
We're slow to alter "Me-First" plays:
costumes change but attitude stays.
How fast is a thought to be kind?
How quickly can heart warm the mind?

* Eight minutes and twenty seconds

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, July 5, 2014  6:40 P.M.)

2148
Love-Talk (30)

Galactic our future may be,
yet not light years will set Man free.
When heart is a whisper away,
quality choice lets wisdom play.
Mind without love is deep space cold,
but mind with love is Human gold.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, July 5, 2014  11:34 P.M.)

2149
A Curious Defense

Sure there is a "thing" going on:
the Monarch clings to the Milkweed.
They're an "item" from time long gone.
The weed provides a toxic feed.

Through caterpillar it will fly.
Wings and beauty conceal that meal.
Nature teaches the how and why.
Blue Jay has learned the threat is real.

Some are immune and some are not.
The undiscerning find their grave.
Evolved protection can't be bought.
Cardenolides can kill or save.

Systemic has an ugly side,
yet Monarch beauty joys our day,
and predators may live to chide,
their young, to find another prey.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, July 8, 2014  11:34 P.M.)

2150
Let The Wrming Begin

Exploring to the edge of space
sure measures not to love's embrace.
Our great inventions, and fine art,
are nothing when compared to heart.
Experience (and pain) will find
the warmth of heart embraces mind.
Who knows this celebrates the choice,
as gratitude whispers rejoice...

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, July 11, 2014  5:25 P.M.)

2151
Love-Talk (31)

Sure I will dream of you tonight,
your caring eyes and lovely smile.
Two hearts embracing in Soul-Light
know well that warming most worthwhile.
It is a gift this love we share.
Feelings are far beyond compare.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, July 13, 2014  10:26 P.M.)

2152
Love-Talk (32)

Love is the greatest Valentine.
Sure less than love leaves much undone.
Where Yin and Yang can't intertwine,
the kiss of none is well begun.
Empty kisses no warmth contain.
Love is the only cure for pain.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, July 13, 2014  10:40 P.M.)

2153
To Will's To Sow

There is a fact that Man must know.
Thoughts do attract: to will's to sow.
Quality thought will help Man grow.
We have been taught: to will's to sow.

Learn the feeling that lets us glow.
Love is healing: to will's to sow.
In work or play, much care must flow.
Discern or pay: to will's to sow.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, July 13, 2014  11:20 P.M.)

2154
My Diet War, etc.

Hungry must sing strong and clever:
Overeating fills me never.
Non-Fat will fight to be quite thin.
Slim has a right to win and grin.
Daring and dash: battle won't wait.
Subtle the clash: waist versus weight.

Conflicts, I find, help me discern,
that peace of mind is mine to earn.
Not fat or trim, but joy's the goal.
Never let grim make you less whole.
Unhappiness may well depart,
when far less stress caresses heart.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, July 15, 2014  5:10 P.M.)

2155
Love-Talk (33)

Love is what everyone needs.
Love's a panacea for pain
yet love, some say, strays from most deeds,
as kindness from almost Humane.

Blind from headlines, they overlook,
that mother's love and sacrifice,
found not a page in their scrapbook,
nor friends that paused with good advice.

They're goal's to teach Mankind is mad,
always the first to shout, "Love's gone!"
They seed our world with views not-glad.
Their birds don't serenade the dawn.

One might wish they would gain star-sight,
and looking up and then afar,
pause to ponder in all that light,
why most still call a sun a star,
then watch morning destroy their night.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, July 19, 2014  1:12 P.M.)

2156
Love-Talk (34)

Over lovers he reigns,
except when forced to hide.
He lives in the Sea of Rains,
seven hundred miles wide*.

Our Man In The Moon shade-plays.
He disappears from view,
un-lit for many days,
especially when new.

Yet Earth lovers won't wait.
Sure as sun shines at night,
in un-reflected fate:
warm hearts make their own light.

*The Man In The Moon is our Earth's moon's Imbrium Basin, seven hundred miles wide in the Sea of Rains.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, July 19, 2014  11:09 P.M.)

2157
Love-Talk (35)

Our Me-First days
block We-First thought,
but calming ways
recall what's taught.

Warm hearts are prime.
You know it's true.
Feelings sublime
are nothing new.

With love we glow.
With love we heal.
With love we know
love makes life real.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, July 17, 2014  4:05 P.M.)

2158
My Hungry (4)

In delicious deception
it presides,
daring in its Me-First appetite,
to dominate
my Slim.

My Hungry's a hole,
Banana-Split wide
and Chocolate-Chip dark.
Never has Hungry been filled.

In the in-between
of incipient slimness,
it was spawned --
insatiable,
beyond gourmet,
beyond 
persuasion.

My Hungry's
a ten-cookie craving,
with ice cream
and cake,
dreaming, 
of pudding and pie,
making room
for always more.

It advocates
a lack of discernment,
running rough-shod
over reason.

My Hungry's a taste,
jam and jelly sweet,
butter frosting smooth.

My scale sounds the alarm.
It warns of peanut butter,
crackers and cheese.

My will calls to arms.
My won't calls for war.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, July 24, 2014  6:08 P.M.)

2159
Un-Calm Spells Pain

When rainbows glow, as storms are done,
there light must flow to mist from sun.
Calm tends to heal, to soothe the mood --
like heart appeal with gratitude.
Quality thought, may it well teach
Soul-calm is not beyond our reach.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, August 1, 2014  5:40 P.M.)

2160
Dim Is Grim

It's Man's story: fortune and fame,
sex and glory -- evading blame.
That morrow's grim, for foolish thought
can only dim. (Not-wise glows not).

A lesser light means lesser sane.
Feelings not right reap far less gain.
Our future seeds add future play.
May future deeds bring joy our way.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, August 2, 2014  6:19 P.M.)

2161
Message To Myself (August 13, 2014)

I can do good today,
and yes, much better tomorrow.
Beauty's the joyful way.
Ugliness only brings sorrow.

In truth it's common sense.
Unhappiness lives at extremes.
Dim darkens down to dense.
Never has not-joy lit our dreams.

Grateful's your point of view,
a loveliness that cheers insight,
what's beautiful to you
(that beauty won't fail to delight).

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, August 16, 2014  10:02 A.M.)

2162
High-Talk (2)

Where the warming knows well the glow,
the ascent is an inward smile.
With the striving to know and glow,
joy is a friend that's most worthwhile.

Elevation extends the view,
but detail calls for clarity.
The heart is a summit not new,
where vision calls for charity.

Sure fortitude signals the climb,
but only prudence makes the top.
It is no less with life sublime.
Basecamp is gratitude's workshop.

Quality thought's a joyful art.
No sorrow ever climbed with heart.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, August 18, 2014  4:57 P.M.)

2163
Aura-Talk

Some ancients truly taught
the aura glows by thought.
It's known among the wise:
thought also governs size.

Aura photos well share,
the love of those who care.
It can't be loaned or sold,
Soul is beyond Earth's gold.

Thought colors show our style.
Quality brings a smile.
Light and bright pass life's test.
Dim is painful at best.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, August 22, 2014  4:02 P.M.)

2164
Wise Is Not Always Gray

If getting old is getting wise,
we're center-fold to win that prize.
But "gray-glories" are not our way.
The real story's a subtle play.
If years are kind, not age makes smart,
but how the mind was warmed by heart.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, August 26, 2014  4:03 P.M.)

2165
It Seems Like Only Yesterday

Does it know what its future brings
(that crawl will end with thin, bright wings),
or has it not the slightest clue
color and flight will be its due?
Caterpillars and butterflies --
so many are our youthful whys.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, August 28, 2014  5:00 P.M.)

2166
Joy Heals The Spirit

Above the rude and crude,
beyond the pull of moon,
Joy is our altitude,
our beautiful baloon.

Quality lives in choice.
When will that be well known?
Beautiful thoughts rejoice:
there joy will grin not groan.

Not-joy is never glad.
It ever leads to pain.
Happy is never sad,
and joyful is quite sane.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, September 17, 2014  3:26 P.M.)

2167
A Prudent Course In Cosmic Self Defense

First:		Block the knife.
Second: 	Remove the knife.
Third:		Subdue the attacker.
Fourth:	
Be calm.
Fifth:		Forgive the attacker.
Sixth:		Radiate love.
Seventh:	Block the next knife.
Eigth:		Block all future knives.
Ninth:		Remember always. Gratitude is a secret medicine.	

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, October 1, 2014  5:49 P.M.)

2168	
My Fullness

My Hungry ignores my complaint.
It laughs at my feeble Won't-Eat.
Sure my Banana-Split restraint
is lacking the will to compete.

With stomach as a filling sack,
less than full is an empty hole.
Life's real treasure is my next snack.
When will my Thin become my goal?

I promise it quite soon will end,
but words won't alter what I weigh.
My Fullness masquerades as friend.
Deception is its role to play.

Its Peanut-Butter attitude,
crunchy or smooth, if truth be told,
has covert access to each mood.
How did I let it get so bold?

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, October 3, 2014  5:50 P.M.)

2169
Veil-Talk

One may think that they're gone,
but they just hide from view,
behind the veil of dawn,
our sun's curtain of blue.

Illusion's not a lie.
Their shine is no less bright,
but we, with azure sky,
see not their distant light.

How elusive is real?
What else is there to sense,
beyond our see and feel,
behind the starred immense?

Earth motion works with sun.
Diurnal's far from odd.
Turning was well begun,
inside the mind of God.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, October 12, 2014  5:03 P.M.)

2170 
Just One More

My Hungry out foxes my Thin.
The con is on, and I'm the mark.
"One-more" is all it needs to win.
More is its mantram and trademark.

Its subtle whispers infiltrate
with promise of pleasure so sweet.
Sure mine's a case of love not hate.
Most anytime is time to eat.

Those whispers end up on my waist.
I may feel full, but never smart.
Fooled again leaves a bitter taste.
My extra-large is Hungry's art.

Someday my Thin will spot the con.
Such subtlety is mine to earn.
When extra-large is extra-gone,
my Grin will signal -- I discern.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, November 15, 2014  10:37 P.M.)

2171
Delight Is The Smile Of Joy

Most teachers like a joyful child,
highly creative never wild.
Most husbands like a joyful wife,
cooperation without strife.
Most friendships prize delightful mates.
Daters well like delightful dates.
Lose not your smile. Sadness is pain.
Joyful exclaims heart keeps us sane.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, November 15, 2014  10:37 P.M.)

2172
Lord, The Veil Is Lifting

When most of us look all about,
it hurts to see what's there.
The mind is cold without a doubt,
yet heart will care and share.

At seventy one (almost two),
I've learned I need more light.
Perhaps another point of view,
more kindness, more insight.

Sure I would choose mind warmed by heart,
and give my smiling nod,
that loving-prudence be my art,
to start all deeds with God.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, November 15, 2014  10:37 P.M.)

2173
 "Be Joyful Always1" (3)

It's not well known, and far less told.
Grins never groan. Frowns are fool's gold.
Beauty is prime -- the realm of heart.
with thought sublime, joy gets a start.

The joyful win,beyond a doubt,
with God within, and God without.
Theory it's not. Earth does display.
The wise have taught -- Beauty's the Way...

Note: 1 Thesalonians 5:16
(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, December 7, 2014  11:10 A.M.)

2174
The Source Of Trust

Known is the test (that door to heart):
sure the honest live well that art.
Not loud they speak, yet love can hear:
hearts strong not weak all hold them dear.

But lies confuse: they roam extant,
filling the news (a selfish slant).
Look well and find: lies lead to pain.
They hurt Mankind (a Me-First sane).
Honest grows slow: cherish and hold:
bright will it glow, warmer than gold.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, December 8, 2014  4:04 P.M.)

7175
Day-Night Talk

With stretch and yawn, birds serenade,
the warming dawn of Man's Arcade.
Sure its our spin. Earth knows the way,
from grim to grin, both night and day.

Motion's a school. Night's a shadow.
Stars seem to rule. Moon seems to glow.
Come day or night, choice means to learn.
Man has a light he must discern.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, September 6, 2014  5:40 P.M.)
Note: out of chronological order due to misplacement of poem and later finding it.

7176
If Care Is To Survive

Between the beats of heart
(a tale "never-nuff" told),
love plays its warming part,
to cherish and enfold.

The wise have always taught,
a loving will is rare.
The cruel know it not.
Only the kind can care.

No un-kind is a friend.
We are their stepping stone.
Their's is a selfish end,
where kind are left to groan.

Experience would say,
of all things crude and cursed,
that breach the light of day,
our Me-First-Thirst is worst.

If care is to survive,
prudence must set the mood,
for smiling hearts well thrive,
when love's the "altitude".

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, December 25, 2014  1:14 P.M.)

7177
Beyond Prism Talk

Our day-sky blocks our view,
of countless stars beyond light blue.
Sun dominates our day,
with blue illusion warm at play.
"Things are not what they seem*."
Discerning in God's great Earth scheme,
solid is full of holes.
Electrons orbit per their roles.
There's more than inbetween:
the spectrum shows there's much unseen.
What constitutes a mood?
What's in a thought or attitude?
We untried need a guide.
True learning has a subtle side.
* From: A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, January 4, 2015  10:37 A.M.)

7178
Advice To Poets

What should your poems do:
echo old: hint of new?
Always they should uplift.
Heart poems are a gift.

For sure we know that's rare.
(Few have the joy to spare.)
We're talking "should" not does.
Ideals are "could" not was.

Sorrow demands more sad,
and thinks that mad's not bad.
The wise say joy's the way.
Joyful thoughts charm the day.

Make joy your story told.
Not-joy is not heart-gold.
Delight should warm the rhyme.
Wise thoughts make rhyme sublime.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, January 7, 2015  3:40 P.M.)

2179
As We Love, So We Grow

Seekers of Light, from times before,
help with insight, that we may soar.
With joyful hope and sacrifice,
they help us cope with kind advice.
But will we hear, and will we do,
with fear not near and kinder view?
What will we find as heart warms mind?

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, November 22, 2015  6:35 P.M.)
Note: out of chronological order due to misplacement then discovery.

2180
When Heart Well Warms The Mind

Such choice leaves naught to chance.
Heart cures the mind of pain.
Virtue is Man's balance,
devoid of all that's vain.

To far-see and discern,
calm is the clear of thought.
Simple is ours to learn.
The un-calm stay un-taught.

Heart is a stepping stone,
to reach the other side.
There in that subtle zone,
love is our joyful guide.

Such care is not so rare,
and kind's not hard to find:
life is in good repair,
when heart well warms the mind.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, January 12, 2015  10:53 A.M.)

2181
Let The Chocolate Flow!

My fasting dreams delight with treats;
cake and ice cream, cookies and sweets.
Taste buds will smile. Palate will play.
Dreaming in style makes night and day.

And yet I know (the wise have taught),
too-much will show, where I want not.
Thoughts become things. Dreams become real.
Appetite sings, "Eat more with zeal."

Balance is goal. Prudence plays wise.
Fast feeds the Soul. Excess feeds size.
It's always this, to set Slim free.
Bottom line bliss is up to me.  

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, January 11, 2015  2:24 P.M.)

2182
The Happiness Of Life

The happiness of life
gains joy from Beauty's glow.
The smoothness of non-strife
is priceless in its flow.

No light just means not-glad,
where smile is quite un-done.
The no-glow of the sad
is moon without the sun.

Some say that joy's too hard.
(More normal to shed tears).
Pain will fill their scorecard.
Sorrow will fill their years.

Free-will makes frown or smile.
The choosing makes the choice.
Joyful is most worthwhile.
Heart-wise learns to rejoice.

Find loveliness each day.
Reflect with much respect.
Be grateful for God's way, 
by striving to perfect.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, January 11, 2015  3:05 P.M.)

2183
Earth Stage

Tales hide their subtle page.
(Look close and know God cares).
Sages light up each age.
Smart hears what prudence shares.

We are the story told.
The scenes and costumes change,
but wine, women and gold,
we hardly know as strange.

We see and yet we're blind.
(Subtle beyond our sense).
The undiscerning mind
will sorrow soon dispense.

Our wants seem pleasure bound.
They glitter and attract.
Pain tells what is unsound,
but few adjust their act.

Tales hide their subtle page.
(Look close and know God cares).
Sages light up each age.
Smart hears what prudence shares.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, January 13, 2015  6:07 P.M.)

2184
When-Talk

Lord, there is confusion.
Mind listens not to heart.
Me-First in profusion
still tends to tear apart.

Some think that wrong is right.
Many think right is wrong.
Much sorrow dims much light.
Frowns reign where smiles belong.

Yes, it's not new but old.
You've seen it all before.
Not-harmony is bold,
where Man forgets to soar.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, January 14, 2015  11:05 P.M.)

2185
Leaving-Talk

While I'm still here, I'd like to say,
shed not one tear, when I'm away.
When I'm away. When I'm away.
Shed not one tear, when I'm away.
I'll watch from there. Smiles are worthwhile.
Know that I care. Know that I care.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, January 15, 2015  8:15 P.M.)

2186
Do You Have Anything To Declare?

Lord, Earth un-peace now fills the air.
Most un-kind toughts quick-turn blood red.
Dare skillfully becomes not-care.
"Hope is listed among the dead."
That's what the Dim would have us feel.
Not-hope infiltrates all the news.
The cruel make a cruel deal.
Heart-dark long pays its painful dues.
The good are tested that's for sure.
Loving prudence conquers will-wrong.
You warm our hearts that we endure.
Soul sings an ever joyful song.
That we may learn from planet Earth,
love is our passport stamped at birth.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, January 17, 2015  2:10 P.M.)

2187
Message To Myself (January 18, 2015)

Feel good is goal, when life is pain.
It takes its toll this search for sane.
If we be kind, balance is in.
Love tempers mind. (Yang yearns for Yin).

Grateful for breath, let heartbeats smile.
Laugh now at death. Warm now your style.
Good thoughts are food. Joyful is best.
Choose well your mood. Life is a test.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, January 18, 2015  3:10 P.M.)

2188
Message To Myself (January 20, 2015)

We must comply. We must forgive.
We must all die, and yet must live.
It's not so bad, this journey life.
When sad goes glad, there goes the strife.

But we forget, and will self-gain.
Soon comes regret from Me-First pain.
Then hurt's for real. We hope and pray,
to make a deal, come judgement dy.

We must comply. We must forgive.
We must all die, and yet must live.
It's not so bad, this journey life.
When sad goes glad, there goes the strife.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Tuesday, January 20, 2015  8:42 P.M.)

2189
No-Way!

Tell me there's an easy diet,
where Hungry smiles calm and quiet.
Something that I can sip or chew,
that guarantees my Slim its due.

Sure I'll listen (perhps a while).
A good joke makes a healthy smile.
Carbs and cals and the weight-loss game,
won't-power puts them all to shame.

Not now; no thanks; later; no-way.
These are what keeps Hungry at bay.
Say yes to no: fast will not fill.
Know it now, won't's tougher than will.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, January 21, 2015  5:50 P.M.)

2190
Begin-Talk

A kiss that comes from heart,
most surely is the way to start.
A kiss that shares a smile,
brings lasting warmth most well worthwhile.
A kiss where kindness flows,
reveals a soul wherein God glows.
Prudence knows love is bliss:
begin never-ends with a kiss.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, January 24, 2015  2:44 P.M.)

2191
Desert-Talk

Delight dissipates gloom,
and fills that space with cheer.
The joyful desert bloom
glows Spring and Fall each year.

No-snow is winter kind.
It warms the worldly chill.
Less-cold may calm the mind,
may beautify the will.

The Cactus Wren would say,
"The long-hot waits its turn,
for heat will melt the day,
and dry teaches to learn."

The ups and downs of life
weather expectation.
Know beauty conquers strife:
joy conquers temptation.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, January 24, 2015  3:55 P.M.)

2192
Message To Myself (January 29, 2015)

Start with free-will. Ours is the choice.
Nurture or kill: Cry or rejoice.
Mind without heart knows fear and greed.
Dim plays its part, chilling the deed.

Much pain will reach for help from God.
Prudence will teach. Heart gets the nod.
Where love is learned, feelings will glow.
Where love is earned, there care will flow.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, January 29, 2015  8:31 P.M.)

2193
Message To Myself (January 31, 2015)

Heart hosts the spark that lights our sane.
Dim is to dark as hurt to pain.
Earth helps us learn  (our free-will school).
Discern and earn. Rule-out the fool.
Not-smart's not heart. Just-mind loves not.
Caring's an art that warms out thought.
Know this and grow: with God we glow.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, January 31, 2015  11:58 A.M.)

2194
Will-Warm

Free-will's the start (our Karma-flow).
Learn well the art, where thoughts must glow.
To love's to find: heart is to mend.
Not just with mind will Karma end.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, January 31, 2015  2:45 P.M.)

2195
Age-Talk

Breath wants to sing
what hope can bring.
Pulse brings a smile,
that life's worthwhile.
Warm thought appeals:
warm heart reveals.
Life is a door,
where love learns more.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, January 31, 2015  3:37 P.M.)

2196
Joy In My Jello

Lord let me gather joyful moods:
those smiling, chuckling attitudes;
those rare, light hearted not-news kind,
that sorrow dares to never-mind.

Let non-sad be my warming choice,
that near and dear may well rejoice.
Let laughter "learn-me" to prevail,
that joy not be my tallest-tale.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, February 2, 2015  4:33 P.M.)

2197
Weight Whispers

Some just say no, and some just smile.
The scale will show what's not worthwhile.
No is the son, fathered by won't.
My Slim thinks done, followed by don't.

Hungry thinks eat, and then eat more.
The endless treat never keeps score.
Slim shouts to, "Fast. Forget the taste.
Stuffing's aghast. Much goes to waist."

If there's a way that slim can grin,
sure I'd then say, I lost to win.
Doing has taught. Striving can teach.
Life follows thought. Joy's within reach!

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, February 7, 2015  12:14 P.M.)

2198
My Salt River Scene

This is The Valley of the Sun.
Hills and peaks gently encircle.
Songbirds serenade with a charm.
Orion is our Dream-catcher.
Green bark reveals Palo Verde.
Saguaro hosts the Cactus Wren.
Our no-snow warms the growing grey.
Golfers grin on our winter tees.
Life teaches here, for all who dare,
what God has not forgot to spare.

Spring brings her blanket of beauty.
(Desert Daisies like purple Sage.)
April's "snow-birds" migrate to cool.
Long summer heat draws Gulf monsoons.
Dramatic sunsets color moods.
Papago Thoughts became concrete.
(Canals are now Sonoran veins.)
Respect's a mantram Phoenix sane.
Life teaches here, for all who dare,
what God has not forgot to spare.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, February 8, 2015  12:45 P.M.)

2199
Riding The Subatomic

Not-solid sets the pace,
yet touch tells us its real.
Atoms are mostly space,
(but curves still have appeal).

Illusion is our stage.
Desire plays night and day.
Power and love engage.
Painless is not our way.

Joyful just likes to grin.
Honest can never smirk.
Subatomic is in.
A Quark is not a quirk.

Electrons orbit fast.
One wouldn't say they flow.
Sure we would be aghast,
if they began to slow.

Motion in space it seems,
with nuclei worthwhile,
makes moods as well as dreams.
When heart warms mind, we smile.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, February 19, 2015  10:27 P.M.)

2200
Joy-Talk (3)

Its grin-appeal helps Man uplift:
our joy, some feel, is God's great gift.
It makes our day and brings good health:
our joy, some say, is Human wealth.
With smiling mind and healing heart:
our joy, some find, is Man's true art.

It tends to glow, warming our dreams:
our joy, some know, avoids extremes.
It helps discern why calm is gold:
our joy, some learn, beyond tales told.
Be joyful wise. Make it not rare:
our joy, some prize, as love does care.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, February 22, 2015  3:12 P.M.)

2201
Calorie-Cop (1)

My appetite, disguised as taste,
and "always" right, hangs out with waist.
Urgings exclaim, "Pudding and pie."
Sweets without shame never ask why.
"Chow-down. Don't wait!" Is its theme song.
"Give in to fate. Large is not wrong."
Heavy won't rest. "Treats are great fun!"
Life is a test. Can't eat just one.
But it's not cake, nor the ice cream --
much more's at stake. I'm talking dream...

With sleeping grin, delight well knows,
my hoped for Thin, that warms and glows.
Yet scale reveals my not-story,
and snack appeals out weigh glory.
In battle round, loss is my gain.
In scaling pound, I feel slim-sane.
Perhaps dessert is Heaven sent.
Not meant to hurt, but hone intent.
Won't-power smites sins that go grim:
but smaller bites may make me slim.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, March 4, 2015  5:58 P.M.)

2202
Meditation: Fright Or Flight?

"Be joyful always1", scripture reads.
"The Kingdom of God is within2."
Meditators see thoughts as seeds.
Weeder-planters learn well to grin.

Tiling the Temple outweighs gold.
Prudence teaches protection first.
The Highest of Hearts, we've been told,
is a focus that blocks the worst.

The vibrations of low intent
are solely to sadden and craze.
Our caution with energy spent
is the birth of happier days.

Choice is tomorrow's joy or pain.
Man must refine or stay quite crude.
Smoothing our rough is highly sane.
The rest is leaking altitude.

Notes:
1. Thessalonians 5:16
2. Luke 17:21

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, March 7, 2015  12:07 P.M.)

2203
Money-Talk (2)

Sure money is extant,
like flowers and weather.
It's an important slant
in our un-together.
Dividends pay for food,
yet hurt may be their source.
Gold is pure attitude,
and weilds a worldly force.
Many know interest
as power far or near,
that brings out less than best,
and rarely does endear.
But money's one more thing
that balance needs to bring.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, March 8, 2015  5:44 P.M.)

2204
Love-Talk (36 )

Un-forgettably kind;
unforgettable care,
a warming state of mind,
where two hearts dare to share.

Sex with love is sublime;
a higher feel of heart,
a most forever rhyme,
a true forever art.

Yes, but rare, wise would say:
a ship steered much by mood.
Distractions rule the day.
Reactions can be crude.

But not beyond our reach.
Ideals need to be taught
(what love can only teach).
Discern and suffer not.

Un-forgettably kind;
unforgettable care,
a warming state of mind,
where two hearts dare to share.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, March 8, 2015  5:10 P.M.)

2205
Calorie-Cop (2)

Too much or not enough,
balance is my new game.
May I no longer stuff,
and yes, no longer blame.

I plan to haul less freight.
Broccoli fits the bill.
Cabbage causes less weight.
Celery sure can fill.

Non-fat is my design
(veggies for life and show).
I cut and chop them fine.
Mint makes a healthy glow.

Carrots and onions share
color and taste fat free.
All must be made with care.
(Sacred, like "English-Tea").

Extras find the soup pot,
great for that chilly day.
Garlic, the wise have taught,
puts the swing in our sway.

Yet balance deals with mood,
far beyond beans and rice.
Sure it's my "More-titude",
which craves that extra slice.

"More" cries empty when full,
something I've yet to learn
(that undetected pull,
which I need to discern).

I rarely sense "More's" start
(a whisper in a dream).
"More" then gets loud and smart,
hawking cake and ice cream.

"More" hopes to by-pass choice,
to urge my thoughtlessness.
By stealth it must rejoice,
never happy with less.

But let none be confused.
Balance is battle pure.
Virtue may get abused.
Vices will die for sure.

Repetition made real
(over-again we've sewn).
Habits fight their repeal,
but Man must smooth his stone.

Conquest may seem too long.
Time's secret is delight.
Joy makes won't power strong,
while "More" low-cals to light.

Subtle knows how to mend.
Happy loves to achieve.
sadness is weight's best friend.
Balance is not naive.

Too much or not enough,
balance is my new game.
May I no longer stuff,
and yes, no longer blame.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, March 11, 2015  4:20 P.M.)

2206
Needs And Weeds

My grades would shout, "Well taught!",
yet Nature's my best school.
My books could tell me not,
why craving "needs" to rule.

Preferring subtle play,
it stars not in its show.
Its script is quite one way.
Craving is deaf to, "No!"

Craving is smart not pure,
so willing to deceive.
It whispers not the cure.
(My Non-Thin is naive).

Craving commands, "Let's eat!"
My Non-Thin fills my plate.
Memories oh so sweet,
think not of gaining weight.

But subtle is my test.
Craving has much to teach.
Mind warmed by heart is best.
Learning's a glimpse and reach.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, March 14, 2015  6:58 P.M.)
 
2207
Almost Seventy-Two

In our reaping and our sowing
with intent to achieve,
each seems blind in their un-knowing,
causing effects that grieve.

Lord, You have my apology,
for all my foolishness.
It took three score and twelve to see
some thoughts just make a mess.

Some, not all. Yes I'm still learning,
which feelings win or lose.
Choice is the child of discerning.
I choose what You would choose.

Many may mock, "How could I know?
It's a matter of Light."
Yes, my glimmer's too low a glow.
My glimpse, not Your insight.

But sure I know what You would do.
Yes, You would do your best.
Your actions are Your point of view.
My actions are my test.

May life color me grateful-kind
(and yes, touched by delight).
May heart forever warm my mind
to see and do what's right.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, March 16, 2015  11:00 P.M.)

2208
When Poems Smile

Delight should start. Prudence should end.
Only with heart can poems mend.
With warming mind content can flow,
readers there find poems can glow.

Knowledge is Light the wise would say.
When rhythm's right poems can play.
Words have appeal. Lines have a style.
You know love's real, when poems smile.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Thursday, March 19, 2015  4:22 P.M.)

2209
Message To Myself (March 27, 2015)

Motion's secret is joyful thought,
for sadness is not beauty bright.
Unthinking minds have long forgot,
inertia is a tool of night.
The unhappy hardly attain.
Their sad and mad well hold them back.
The lovely helps to keep us sane.
Vibes of delight repel attack.
Simple and honest shine the way,
but we complicate to deceive.
Our Me-First has too much to say.
Our Me-Last has much to achieve.
Joyless and grim, with frowning style,
dim-view the precious and worthwhile.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, March 27, 2015  2:44 P.M.)

2210
Message To Myself (March 29, 2015)

A glimpse of greed, a brush with rude,
all help my mind define my crude.
Dancing with dimness leads to pain.
Man's search for Light is Man's most sane.
Wisdom whispers, "Learn to discern".
Opposites are no small concern.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, March 29, 2015  2:58 P.M.)

2211
Our Mountain Top

Each has a peak, a longing place,
with scale unique (that walk in space).
How much to bring (less land more sky)?
To things we cling, then say goodbye.

In our back pack, where fits the car?
Shedding's a knack, within or far.
The climb will teach, as all climbs do,
grasp first much reach a higher view.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, March 29, 2015  3:48 P.M.)

2212
Christmas

Some contemplate how it uplifts.
Some decorate, and some wrap gifts.
Delicious foods, chocolate creams,
mistletoe moods, sugar plum dreams --

They warm the heart, though world be cold,
make care an art, and love pure gold.
May Human kind, in all our days,
be winter-kind in all our ways.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, April 1, 2015  5:53 P.M.)

2213
For The christ

Thank You for all You do,
master of mind and heart.
May we adopt Your view,
and think Your Godly art.
Care sees more good than bad
(many more sane than mad).
Care feels Your warming glow,
so subtle and sublime.
Care knows Your love can flow,
like meter through our rhyme.
Where parts embrace the whole,
there caring echoes Soul.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, April 4, 2015  2:35 P.M.)

2214
Message To Myself (April 5, 2015)

Naive thinks all are good and kind.
They look not close inside.
The Hurt think all are bad in mind,
but Goodness never died.
Extremes create most painful friends,
far from the tranquil heart.
Prudence knows well how thoughtless ends.
Balance is where to start.
Not too little and not too much
(fulcrum's a calming place).
It's doing is the Master's touch,
where virtue claims its space.
First see "What is". Discern then learn.
Peace is the calm we earn.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, April 5, 2015  1:46 P.M.)

2215
Light-Worthy

The Wise have taught, so we can teach,
beautiful thought is in our reach.
The loving share, so we can know,
learning to care sets life aglow.
Love and wisdom, bless mind and heart.
May we become kind, warm and smart.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, April 6, 2015  4:14 P.M.)

2216
Confession Of A Non-Thin

Eyes seem to glow. Smile becomes grin.
We Non-Thins know how to give in.
Ice Cream Sundaes, bless their great taste.
Count not the ways they cling to waist.

Pudding and pie, dessert holds sway.
Scale whispers why, treats make my day.
Cheesecake delight, Chocolate Creams,
wrong says it's right at sweet extremes.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, May 13, 2015  4:34 P.M.)

2217
Twinkle-Talk

Orbital eyes well teach
(space-scopes can see space-far),
gravity has its reach.
Hydrogen smiles as star.

What life warms in its light?
Is it now someone's sun?
Yellow, orange or white,
sure God made science fun.

Yet pull could be a stretch.
Some concepts prove quite thin,
and some dogs just don't fetch.
Almost means never win.

Some thoughts charm and appeal.
(Feel good has its own show).
But what exists is real,
and that's what Man must know.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, June 12, 2015  4:50 P.M.)

2218
My Most Worthwhile

Sometimes mistakes invade my quiet mood.
Many, not-thinking-make, are telling crude.
Awkward is short on glad, if learning's slow.
But far beyond my sad, there is a glow.
I sense it waiting there, warming Soul smart,
that one most think quite rare, nourishing heart.
It is my most worthwhile, my mending smile.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 21, 2015  9:45 A.M.)

2219
Crescendo-Talk

Man hopes it just won't cease.
May it forever grow,
in gradual increase,
with happy, smiling glow.

Are such peaks meant to last?
Does learning need to strive?
Non-peaks leave some aghast,
but peaks need strife to thrive.

For some, details may dim.
For others, they bring Light.
Many dismiss as whim,
what few know as insight.

May heart help mind to learn,
Soul grasp extends the reach.
Such living will discern
cycles have much to teach.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, June 24, 2015  5:31 P.M.)

2220
Yin And Yang Talk

Whispering heart, or shouting mind,
which makes us smart, cautious and kind?
Will mind well hear that pulse we feel,
to hold life dear, to learn to heal?

Will mind ignore the Yin of Life,
or will it soar above the strife?
Balance means health Yamg's not naieve.
Prudence makes wealth, beyond pet peeve.
When two make one, our "inner" math
adds in more fun with far less wrath.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 28, 2015  1:30 P.M.)

2221
Elder Brother Talk

The best advice prudence can share?
Avoid not nice. Think twice then dare.
Extremes lack light. Me-First is vain.
Love's the insight, which keeps us sane.
Where love's not taught, life is defaced.
Hope is for naught. Hearts are disgraced.
Love is the psalm sung by the calm.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, June 28, 2015  12:16 P.M.)

2222
The Art of Warm Reflection

After each achievement,
my heart wants to reflect,
on energy mind spent,
and levels of respect.
Did Me-First dim my thought?
Did pride plant seeds of pain?
Did caring go for naught?
Was prudence seen as sane?
Does regret fill my day?
Do dreams extend a smile?
When heart's my warming way,
life proves so well worthwhile.
Free-will directs the flow,
but kindness makes it glow.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Monday, June 29, 2015  2:32 P.M.)

2223
Unsatisfied

Wants just can't hide. They need to soar.
Greed travels wide. Wants wish for more.
The givers smile. The takers grin.
Which is worthwhile? Both think they win.

A win of heart, or win of mind:
one is street smart: one's knowing kind.
The world shouts, "Take!" Soul whispers, "Give."
Knowing what's fake, helps love to live.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, June 29, 2015  9:47 A.M.)

2224
Where Man Has Grown

Devotion's strong with story bold --
an inner song worth more than gold.
Hope has a way a special flow --
a smiling day with grafteful glow.
Some think it odd, in this Earth test,
the love of God brings out Man's best.
These three are known, where Man has grown.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Friday, July 3, 2015  11:16 A.M.)

2225
Kindle-Talk

Lord, at seventy-two
(besides striving to stay awake),
I hope to see what's new:
especially, what I can't break.

My un-true proves fragile.
(Illusion's not a dance of Light).
Dim is a never-smile.
From heart mind glimpses warm insight.

Slowly, this life has taught
loss-feelings give birth to sorrows.
Response, with tempered thought,
generates kinder tomorrows.

Can I pass this baton?
(When understood, one hopes to teach).
Heart-beats count down to gone.
Clarity has an unsure reach.

Not asking for more time,
just prudently joyful flowing:
that secret happy rhyme,
to kindle young hearts for glowing.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, July 5, 2015  10:43 A.M.)

2226
The Life Less Tense

Perhaps it starts with Santa Claus:
that giving is our way to glow.
Sure it causes no pain for pause.
(A kinder thought than many sow).
Sure fairy tales whisper to youth:
their hearts beat happy for a while,
(before the world negates "their truth").
But hope retains a youthful smile.
Only forgivers truly give.
(So knows the heart of common sense).
Only forgivers truly live.
It is the key to life less tense.
The gift is give. It comes from care.
Learn now and live. Hear now and share.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, July 5, 2015  12:11 P.M.)

2227 
The Glimpse That Cures

Rainbows make my heart smile:
always subtle, always worthwhile.
Color them never-crude:
God's great display of gratitude.
May all storms end with Light,
and grant a glimpse of Soul delight.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, July 8, 2015  4:49 P.M.)

2228
When A Peek Becomes A glimpse

They pray for Light, and hope to know,
how life built right sets hearts aglow.
They seek to find, in all they do,
heart teaching mind (God's subtle view).
Their heartbeats chime. They've learned to share.
With thoughts sublime, their feelings care.
If asked, they'd say, "It's all been told.
Love knows the way, when hearts enfold."

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, July 12, 2015  10:45 A.M.)

2229
Message To Myself (July 22, 2015)

Some are sick and tired.
Bad choices reproduce
(that hopefully expired).
Their "wins" were just a truce.
Their knowing, gone awry,
now "serenades" their why.

Sure it's a story sad,
when folks have lost their way.
Self serving makes Man mad.
Imprudence makes Man pay.
When mind un-learns its crude,
heart heals with warming mood.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, July 22, 2015  9:18 A.M.)

2230
Black Holes And Gooey Hot Fudge Sundaes

My scale asks why I cannot see my toes.
I think, "I'll try", but it already knows.
Chocolate creams, gooey Hot Fudge Sundaes,
fill non-thin dreams,  then dominate my days.

I'm never bored (the menu feeds my smile).
No treat ignored, makes life a taste with style.
But belt size taught excess leaves naught to guess.
My non-full thought has much to learn of less.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, July 22, 2015  9:30 A.M.)

2231
My Friendship Goal

I hope to say, when comes my end
(at work or play), I was a friend.
Listen I would to sad or glad,
and spoke when should, but just a tad.

Was always there come day or night:
eyes showing care with warm insight.
My friendship goal for all my years?
My smile of Soul dried all their tears7

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, July 22, 2015  5:37 P.M.)

2232
Within Is Not That Far

Heart-warming is the mood:
most worthwhile the feeling;
subtle the attitude --
wholesome and revealing.
The stilling starts the flow --
always from heart to mind:
kindling knowledge to glow,
healing through Man's most kind.
Discerning of the Light
well leads to hope and health.
Attaining love's insight
is truly Man's great wealth.
Let all who care applaud:
love is a gift from God.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, July 22, 2015  4:29 P.M.)

2233
The Dim Tool

The Dim like noise, where calm won't play.
Sure un-kind toys are Soul's delay.
Light needs heart tones. non-heart's a test.
Nice knows smart-zones not-nice "knows-best".

Fools have a rule, letting them dare.
Loud is their tool snuffing out care.
The wise have taught, truth need not shout.
Most prudent thought whispers with clout.
Teach well the choice. Discern and smile.
Learn to rejoice at life worthwhile.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, July 22, 2015  4:29 P.M.)

2234
Did Caterpillar Fly In Its Dreams?

Sensing a touch of wise,
immersed in "do-what's-right",
Lord I apologize,
for all my lesser Light.

Pour choices dim my day:
of this I am quite sure.
Old habits, prone to stray,
show ideals far from pure.

Pain points out the learning
my not-knowing acquired.
Now it's my discerning
what I should have aspired.

Because my "fast" was slow,
from Your kind point of view,
I know it's time to grow,
to seek and dare what's true.

Let thought catch up with care.
Let love be my fine art.
That pulse can feel and share,
let mind be taught by heart.

Sensing a touch of wise,
immersed in "do-what's-right",
Lord I apologize,
for all my lesser Light.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, July 26, 2015  11:10 A.M.)

2235
Slow Learned

Our not-care thrives in profusion,
invoking our Me-Firsts and tears.
Happy when it sows confusion,
it dims our thinking with our fears.
Caring is a curious art,
slow learned between the mind and heart.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Wednesday, July 29, 2015  4:51 P.M.)

2236
Dessert Philosophy?
(The School Of Hot Fudge Sundaes?)

Sure ice cream is a happy thought.
It cools the mind (that too-hot-mood).
Perhaps the wise should well have taught,
ice cream thinking beats rude and crude.
With practice, a delicious mind
may save the future of Mankind.

Thoughts become things (and that's for real).
Belt size may be the tell tale clue.
Important it is, how we feel.
The challenge is Man's point of view.
That dwelled on thought becomes our style.
A worthwhile focus frees our smile.

Not-sweet thinking has formed our fate.
Such bitterness makes war and crime.
But will ice-cream-thought handle weight?
Prudence is sane and yes sublime.
Too much (or too little) can bite.
Lowcal's the school of thinking-light.

Thought-watching makes for subtle play.
Like looking for the brightest star,
it calms and beautifies the way,
and makes within seem not so far.
Thought-choosing is subtle pleasure,
un-hiding God's hidden treasure.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, August 1, 2015  11:43 A..M.)

2237
Love In Triple Rhyme

Perhaps the wise may sense this flow.
Love is our prize more than we know.
Love is our goal hiding in heart.
Love is the Soul of Man's great art.
Love is learning how not to hate.
Our discerning opens the gate.
God speed the day love comes our way.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Saturday, August 1, 2015  11:27 A.M.)

2238
Feeding The World

The smart well search for greater Light.
Kindness of mind is no small deed.
Negative thoughts are dynamite.
Not-nice plants a troublesome seed.
Quality thinking is Man's goal:
such harvest brings the smile of Soul.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, August 2, 2015  8:47 A.M.)

2239
What A Poem Really Is

Some think it odd this rhyming thing.
Some may applaud what rhythms bring.
From very old, poems have taught,
they're but a mold to cast a thought.

Some draw for mind what tongues can't say.
Look close and find Man's search at play.
Our quest for heart (that caring glow),
refines our art, that love may flow.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, August 2, 2015  9:56 A.M.)

2240
Hot Chocolate Is Not For Whimps

Some say heart giving is healing.
Santa warms that winter feeling.
Carols and gifts and mistletoe
all set the season quite aglow.

Pudding, pie and chocolate creams --
sweets fill young sleep with reindeer dreams.
Hope is for the never-grow-old:
Santa brings wealth greater than gold.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A.; Sunday, August 2, 2015  11:22 A.M.)

2241
Friends Care

Is there a tear love could not mend?
The caring learn to be a friend.
Warm hearts well strive to set love free.
(Much more of you: much less of me).
Such is the care, let it be told,
friendship can share far more than gold.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Wednesday, August 5, 2015  5:47 P.M.)

2242 
Love-Talk (37)

A close embrace, quite quick to smile,
a glympse of space: love has a style.
Willing to share, ready to mend,
daring to care: love is a friend.
Thoughts not apart, feelings un-told,
tender of heart: love can enfold.
Love's a heart-find, warming to mind.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, August 8, 2015  11:53 A.M.)

2243
Love-Talk (38)

The wise know it just can't be taught.
(This must-learn is an old un-teach).
The subtle-diamond can't be bought.
It far surpasses worldly reach.
There's no predicting when this prize
will make us lovers warm and kind.
For sure it's a smiling surprise,
when heart well whispers to the mind.
Lovers we gift with time and space
(a pause, perhaps, that hearts may share).
We hope we're on its list to grace,
and wait the pulse infused with care.
We seek the feeling and the glow,
that time-out with its timeless flow.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, August 9, 2015  1:25 P.M.)

2244
Love-Talk (39)

Not just a muscle is the heart.
Yet love can be confusing-slow.
Could it be taught like words and art?
(Could love be learned without its glow?)

It's a time-out; a warming pause;
a must caring and grateful mood;
a soft science with un-seen cause.
Love is a higher "altitude".

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, August 9, 2015  1:25 P.M.)

2245
Message To Myself (September-16-2015)

The song of night is vast.
The stars witness our glow.
Pleasure is too soon past,
and growth is far too slow.

Heartbeats can't count the years
mind stayed un-warmed by heart;
filling oceans with tears;
slow-learning the kind art.

Some un-warmed like the cold.
Their Me-First thinks it's cool.
Their dawn is bullion gold:
their worth (less than a fool).

Some eyes are closed to light.
Daybreak is not their way.
They choose the dim of night.
Shadows well haunt that play.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, August 9, 2015  11:46 A.M.)

2246
To God In My Heart

This is my morning song,
in pastel key of me.
Not too short, not too long.
You are the dawn I see.

Firstlight's the subtle view.
My heart says You're for real.
Stars dim into day-blue.
You are the dawn I feel.

With joy the day's begun,
as night lights disappear.
Birds serenade the sun.
You are the dawn I hear.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, August 16, 2015  11:47 A.M.)

2247
What Real Freemasonry Knows (And Does)

No Path survives the heat
of human meet and greet,
unless when said and done,
the travelling is fun.

Not just humor and mood,
describe such attitude.
Alignment with the goal
does not begrudge the toll.

When care is our best school,
Love is our working tool.
Joyful labor's not odd,
when one is right with God.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, August 16, 2015  12:49 P.M.)

2248
"A Good Conscience Is A Continual Christmas*"

Measure to learn. Weigh to succeed.
The kind discern care in the deed.
Do what is right. Make Light your song.
Ever we fight that urge for wrong.
Calmness not rage makes Mankind smart.
The war we wage is fought with heart.
Let it be told. Conscience is gold.

* Benjamin Franklin 1734
(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, August 23, 2015  1:26 P.M.)

2249
Message To Myself (August 23, 2015)

Mind longs to learn that secret art,
whereby we earn life warmed by heart.
"Me-First" and "Mine" sing Man's sad song.
Pain is our sign something is wrong.

Harm is the zone where anger plays.
Mad sits that throne dimming our days.
To quick to drink, and more to fight.
It's hard to think for lack of Light.
Prudence will teach as love has taught:
ours is a reach for joyful thought.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, August 23, 2015  12:14 P.M.)

2250
Message To Myself (August 29 2015)

Poems honoring God
(that touch the soul of art),
receive a smiling nod,
within my hopeful heart.

Mind loves a walkabout
(that stepping out of time).
Where heartbeats warm throughout,
Mistletoe meters rhyme.

The feeling can't be bought
(Love has a caring flow).
Spirit well-mixed with thought,
creates a subtle glow.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, August 29, 2015  11:14 A.M.)

2251
Meter Pater Plus

Our pace reflects our taste in song.
Fast and brief as a child's sweet sport.
Pentameter's a foot too long.
Dimeter is a foot too short.

Sure "tetra" will suffice.
It falls within our play.
Yet "tri" is more than nice,
and all but makes our day.

Rhyme is the thing meter can't bring --
subtle and warm with glowing smile.
When Soul whispers, mind yearns to sing --
sought and chrished as charm worthwhile.

We hear it in our heart,
and there rise and applaud,
for it's the best of art,
that grasps the good of God.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Wednesday, September 2, 2015  4:26 P.M.)

2252
Message To Myself (September 5, 2015)

Find it never in dim of night.
To guard it well, it's whisper-taught.
Sunrise prefers a subtle light,
with higher quality of thought.
It's true some feel it in their heart.
Mankind envisions Humankind.
Beyond science and far past art,
vibrations can be quite refined.
To find it Man must just say no,
to all the "dimmers" of our ways.
What's left will be Gods' loving glow.
Birds serenade the Dawn of Days.
Learning demands we must discern.
True striving knows no unconcern.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, September 5, 2015  10:20 A.M.)

2253
Reflections At Seventy-Two

Sometimes I ask, "What have I learned?"
(My take-away from all my years).
Humility, for sure is earned --
that gentle smile from Earthly tears.

Life has taught not to be hateful,
striving never to think the worst.
For my next breath I am grateful
(and all I have drawn since my first).

Peace without prudence just won't last.
Kindness reveals an inner wealth.
Present lives poorly in the past.
My gratitude is my best health.

Patience can glimpse God's caring art:
from cellular to vast extremes;
(from galaxy to beating heart)
with free will to pursue our dreams.

Heart is the teacher of the mind.
Great caring, not glory, is gold.
It is the warmth of Humankind:
the greatest story rarely told.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, September 6, 2015  12:47 P.M.)

2254
My Tested Smile

Me-Thoughts keep us apart.
Our Me-First shouts Me-Bold!
Yet whispers from the heart
are worth much more than gold.
May never my quite-crude
dim-frown my smiling mood.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Wednesday, September 9, 2015  5:55 P.M.)

2255
Message To Myself (September 9, 2015)

A hidden inner rule,
which brings a warmth most sane,
is taught not yet in school --
Man's calmness means less pain.
The Calm, beyond their rude,
can learn with gratitude.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Wednesday, September 9, 2015  5:41 P.M.)

2256
The Touch Of A Poem

Sharing that rare embrace,
the joy of life can thrive.
Remorse grabs our heart space,
and grit grasps how to strive.

It plants in worldly ground
the acorns of our mind.
It sighs a caring sound --
that touches Humankind.

For sure it's no surprise.
Feelings have often taught:
poems need not be wise --
emotion strengthens thought.

Some need blood on their snow
(graphic of Man's misdeeds).
Some need that subtle glow
which heals and never bleeds.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Wednesday, September 9, 2015  5:41 P.M.)

2257
In Poems As In Life

Some poems can uplift,
they touch the warming heart.
Some set us far adrift.
(Crude thought makes cruder art).

When meter woos the rhyme,
our serenade begins.
The consciousness sublime
displays in smiles and grins.

It's relative some say,
this quality of thought.
Emotions call the play
by how the mind was taught.

When beauty warms the mind,
the joy of love well glows,
there character quite kind,
shows Humanness well flows.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Wednesday, September 22, 2015  5:37 P.M.)

2258
The Secret Of The Un-Sad

Happy poems show utmost care.
They balance well the mind and heart.
With prudent love they dare to share.
Each flavored line will taste "Soul-smart".

Rhymes quite fragrant with joyful tunes,
make meter smile in hidden ways:
Find young excitement with balloons,
and cheerful clowns of circus days.

They invoke a cosmic time-out.
Such poems are memory-kind.
They go on a heart-walk-about,
so beneficial to Mankind.

Sure they remind of what we know.
Simplicity is not so odd.
Heartbeats are best with warming glow.
Happiness is the breath of God.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Wednesday, October 7, 2015  5:37 P.M.)

2259
Thought-Talk (7)

Wish to be kind. Dare to be bold.
Good thoughts don't bind. Love needs not gold.
Told many times, in many ways,
our mental crimes kindle our days.
Life is mispent, filled with misdeeds:
watch your intent. Thoughts become seeds. 

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Friday, October 30, 2015  1:59 P.M.)

2260
Dim-Talk

The dim mind cannot see,
and worse yet cannot feel,
that heart's our fiery key
to heal our thoughts un-real.

Learn and life is thrilling.
Subtle upgrades the crude.
Pain shapes the un-willing
(our "Me-First" attitude)

The wise have ever taught
this life has much to teach.
Strive for quality thought,
where hope extends our reach.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Friday, October 30, 2015  2:10 P.M.)

2261
For Love To Glow

Let it be told Man can transform:
know "I" is cold, and "We" is warm.
History shares "Me-First" makes pain,
while caring dares to make life sane.
Go learn and earn. Don't clog the flow.
Heart can discern, and love can glow.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Friday, October 30, 2015  2:23 P.M.)

2262
Tell It Lovely And Bold

Someone should write a song
(a hint we must discern),
that joy goes well lifelong
and yes, we should re-learn:
That care's our kindest hymn,
that mind is warmed by heart,
that quality trumps grim,
that beauty's our best start.
Tell it lovely and bold,
with smiles worth more than gold.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Friday, October 30, 2015  2:23 P.M.)

2263
Where Did My "No" Go?

"No" worked quite well. I turned away.
My "Won't" would quell, "Hungry's" best day.
Then came "Just-Eat!" Sugar was kind.
Wisdom went sweet. Prudence went blind.

It took my "Won't", and stole my "No".
Without my "Don't", taste dimmed my glow.
Inches say pounds. Craving's a maze.
Smiles become frowns. "More" cheats most days.

Did I give in? Did "smart" move out?
Did Sin just win, or "Want" just shout?
Perhaps it's moon aligned with Mars:
or hungry tune sumg by the stars.

Sometimes I hear "their" urging rule:
but more's my fear I played the fool.
Not thinking thin, not cutting back,
no fighting grin with each attack.

But not for long: "Slim" will return.
Heavy spells wrong. Striving spells earn.
Belt size is wise: telling it bold.
Health is my prize. "Slim" is my gold.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, November 25, 2015  3:29 P.M.)

2264
Love-Talk (40)

How to un-learn un-loving ways?
Enthusiastic care might do.
Imprudence writes some painful plays,
that highlight dimming points of view.
Kindly minds consider with care.
Benevolence is love's sweet light.
This heart love teaches mind to share.
Some say it shines forever bright.
Love's an indispensable fire,
and heart well knows it's Mankind's goal.
Enthusiasm can well inspire,
as charity embraces Soul.
Experience is God's great school,
and charity, is Man's great rule.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, December 6, 2015  11:33 A.M.)

2265
But On That Day We'll Know

Some say that all should know
what free-will with "Me-First" can do,
that thoughts Mankind would sow,
could chill the warmest point of view.

Some say it's not so odd.
Life learning is announced by pain.
Growing's a gift of God.
Discernment lives a life most sane.

Some feel "Me-First" is gold.
(Self-serving knows how to resist).
Their "Me" and "My" shout bold.
In countless ways the vain persist.

Less heart shows who are there:
there where the "I" demands to rule,
where prudence would not dare,
where heart suffers the mind as fool.

Many novas may glow,
before mind learns heart sets Man free.
But on that day we'll know,
vanity humbled-down to "We".

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, December 20, 2015  11:49 A.M.)

2266
Slight Of Mind

We see not up their sleeve.
They fog and then confound.
Deception is their weave:
so crude and un-profound.

Some things that are well taught,
we simply should not teach.
"Never's" a con we bought.
"Always" we should impeach.

The dim hold them quite dear.
they keep Man on thin ice,
to toy with hope and fear,
and aim for things not nice.

Mirrors and smoke at play,
with words as well as deeds,
make night longer than day,
and flowers less than weeds.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Thursday, December 24, 2015  9:44 A.M.)

2267
Nebula-Talk

Deep space can hide great light,
nursing the birth of star:
Yet sun and mist give sight
to rainbows not so far.
To hide or to display,
is it by chance or choice?
If all see light of day
would Man crush, or rejoice?
Heart tells not tales untold.
(Misuse goes well with crude).
God hides His subtle-gold,
until we're far from rude.
Prudence has long, well known
that hurt, all fools have sown.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Thursday, December 24, 2015  9:45 A.M.)

2268
My Perfect Moment

My world feels right when love can smile.
Thoughts that delight make life worthwhile.
From each heartbeat, fine feelings flow.
(A heart felt treat with inner glow).
Make it a vow know love can soar.
Let it be now forever more.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Friday, December 25, 2015  4:50 P.M.)

2269
Growing Old Without Getting Old

Seventy-two and I still feel
Santa is due, (giving is real).
Hope can uplift (red-suit or not)
Love's the best gift. The next is thought.

One is from heart, the other mind.
Caring's the start: followed by kind.
Mistletoe knows, smiles have their charm.
Love always glows. Hugs do no harm.
Subtle can teach with heart we soar.
Love be my reach: forever more... 

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, December 26, 2015  9:17 A.M.)

2270
Seventy-Two And Smiling

Hot chocolate and colored leaves
are special feelings set apart,
but dafodils and melting snow
are warming to this old man's heart.

Winter has its haunting beauty,
but I crave the greening of white,
where tree limbs remember to bud,
and fragrance fails-not to delight.

This time for migration and nests,
brings joyful sighs and love's sweet smile.
With mating calls and holding hands,
greening has chsarm that's most worthwhile.

Rebirth is my breath of fresh air.
Yes I'm Taurus, the April kind,
learning to touch the Soul of life,
where caring, like Spring, warms my mind.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, December 26, 2015  2:07 P.M.)

2271
Heart-Talk (5)

When I ponder the human heart,
and feel its pulse as its tell-tale,
knowing it gives all love a start,
the wonders of the world soon pale.

Pyramid science, long un-told
(wisdom un-known remains un-flawed),
larger than life and twice as bold:
yet heartbeats sing the song of God.

Brilliant beauty in human-space,
such is the gift of heart delight.
True learning is a glimpse with grace,
where wisdom feels a warm insight.

Yet heart must whisper. Vain must shout.
Cold thinking never warmed our day.
Freezing our trust with chilling doubt,
vain kindles not the loving way.

"Don't-Get-Along" is vain's "Me-First".
Its "Not-Love" ever hurts us all,
then claims life is a fierce cloudburst,
where Man's hope flounders in the squall.

Outshouting heart, vain hopes I hear
only selfish vicissitudes.
It hopes I never hold as dear
the harmony heart warmth includes.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, December 27, 2015  10:22 A.M.)

2272
Esoteric-Talk

Misuse for harm. Misuse for gain:
for great un-calm and greater pain.
Secrets agree. Hidden's not told.
Eyes cannot see when hearts grow cold.

Know how to hide for need to know:
(quite far and wide, quite high and low),
away from crude, and all un-kind,
whose attitude holds back Mankind.

Let Good protect and well preserve
that Good connect, Good can serve.
Haters of Light must never know
that warm insight which makes Good glow.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, January 2, 2016  10:45 A.M.)

2273
The Most Sought After

It clears a cloudy day.
It's thought will bring a smile.
It gives delight some say.
For health, it is worthwhile.

It's far beyond just sweet.
It touches more than heart.
It's Mankind's one best treat,
and makes amends quite smart.

Peanut Butter, no doubt,
with jelly can uplift,
but Soul will truly shout --
chocolate is God's gift.

That happiness may flow,
mix carmels and creams.
Savor then surely know,
taste can embrace sweet dreams.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, January 2, 2016  10:52 A.M.)

2274
Dessert Therapy

Hot Fudge Sundaes help us forget
those foolish ways most now regret.
Un-warm's a waste great love has taught,
and pleasant taste makes pleasant thought.

Chocolate treats our attitude.
Curing with sweets  uplifts our mood.
Yet all extremes, Mankind has found,
destroy our dreams of peace-profound.

Temperance shows restraint knows years
of smiling glows and fewer tears.
Shortage makes sad. Excess is pain.
Go for the glad. Balance is sane.

Know this and smile. Learning loves Light.
Taste is worthwhile. Sweets still delight.
Prudance klnows why that "take" must give.
Extremes must die. (Sundaes must live).

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, January 3, 2016  1:55 P.M.)

2275
Something Sinoatrial
(That Mysterious S.A.Node)

From you all heartbeats get their chance:
such pacing stimulates their flow,
where Souls may touch in sweet romance.
Smaller than small sets life aglow.

Long did we wonder at your start,
sequencing genes or Soul's engrave.
Your secret's out (our beat of heart):
small clusters of cells sent your wave.

Gut feeling says chemical first,
electric then made contraction.
First beat and blood were well immersed,
awaiting that first breath action.

Sure micro and tiny combine,
to hide ever curious whys.
Will the grateful see you refine?
Do you hold a greater surprise?

Our moods affect you (calm and wild).
Are you aware? Do you evolve?
Are you much smaller in the child?
Puzzles exist for Man to solve.

You warm the heart: heart warms the mind.
And so shall care come to be taught.
Some say, perhaps, with smile we'll find
your subtle source is God's great thought.

They God-suspect you (being odd):
no randomness could engineer.
My first response is to applaud.
More than complex, life is so dear...

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, January 2, 2016  10:19 A.M.)

2276
It's In The Glow

The wise well teach: few ever hear.
Not beyond reach, warmth is quite near.
Mind learns from heart. Life is worthwhile.
Kindness is smart. Delight has style.

Hope is to know all can rejoice.
It's in the glow (that lofty choice).
Joyful insight uplifts our cares.
Respect the Light and all it shares.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Wednesday, January 13, 2016  4:05 P.M.)

2277
Almost Seventy-Three

Three moons to go and mind feels not
that flowing slow that grays the thought.
Age may advise where youth is blind.
The loving-wise begin with kind.

Beauty's extant. Thin is my veil.
Foolish says can't. Love says prevail.
Within my reachis my restart,
where heart will teach to glimpse God's art...

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, January 6, 2016  11:35 A.M.)

2278
Good Whispers Contain Hope

Many secretly wish
yet emphasize, "No-Way".
Warm and yes, delightful,
heart waits the Light of Day.

Whispering to our Yang,
our pains point out our Yin,
reaching through our not-love.
Win means one must begin.

Soul is our neutral zone,
hosting our kindest smile.
Our not-love lives to frown.
Caring is our best style.

When heart illumines mind,
Light is an inner flow.
Foolish prefers the dim.
Grateful prefers the glow.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, January 6, 2016  11:35 A.M.)

2279
A Plan Before Breath?

Much is at stake, when heart says glow:
a time to wake, a time to grow.
If asked I'd say, it brought delight:
dawning my day, ending my night.

Long ago, "When" replaced my "How".
"Can't" changed from then, to "Can-Do" now.
A wished on star? A gift from past?
Near married far? Prudence at last?

That inner smile scattered my dim:
life's most worthwhile without my grim.
Much is at stake, when heart says glow:
a time to wake, a time to grow.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, January 17, 2016  9:57 A.M.)

2280
Re-aligning

Seekers of Light, wherever found,
set night to flight and hope abound.
When heart heals mind, mind finds a gift,
that special kind which can uplift.
Auras will show. People will feel.
Such Light must glow far more than real.
Earth is a test at our bequest.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, January 23, 2016  10:31 A.M.)

2281
When "Yes"  Becomes "Oh-No!"

I must confess, "Yes" has appeal,
but not seeing toes shakes my sane.
Food-moods disfigure my ideal,
and weight's the only one to gain.

Thin-ology says "Whoa" to snack.
(Evertrim will never indulge).
When our temperance turns to knack,
forever slim will never bulge.

Diets expound by sounding right.
Specious is our word to dethrone:
desserts exist for sweet delight.
(And so desire rules flesh and bone).

Pain convinces will to desist,
that reason research and suggest,
there prudence cautions to enlist,
a tasty yet thinner bequest.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, January 23, 2016  10:31 A.M.)

2282
Everyone's Search For Happiness

I've tracked your signs; twinkle in eye,
feelings sublime, joy in a sigh.
Yet you still hide. What brings you near?
Come and preside. Bring all your cheer.
Long have I thought you have your price.
Is it what's taught of melting ice?

Will kindness do, or is there more?
What point of view opens your door?
What must I know: must I contract,
to make your glow my cheerful act?
If I must ask, I'm asking now.
Just name the task, and show me how.
Make life worthwhile. Display your art.
Return my smile. Warm now my heart.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, January 31, 2016  12:45 P.M .)

2283
Full (Running On Empty)

Ice cream and cake, pudding and pie,
can't find the brake, and don't know why.
My "No!" left me. Is it a plot?
Full I should be. Full I am not.
Thought whispers, "Eat. Let feeling crave.
Go for that sweet. Forget behave."
Scale says, "Protest! Desserts must go!
Thin's your best quest. Eat super slow."

Not in-between, I tend to bounce:
never to glean that lesser ounce.
Food-moods love waist. They "seem" just right.
Known for their taste mood-foods delight.
Which to discern? Where do I start?
What must I learn, that Not-Slim part?
Ice cream and cake, pudding and pie,
can't find the brake, and don't know why.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, January 31, 2016  3:33  P.M .)

2284
Beyond Nude

Drop that last stitch with care,
and auras will exude
an intercourse sublime
(love's additive to nude).

It's a sutle excite.
Eyes intimate prelude.
Touch warms kinder than feel.
Kisses gain magnitide.

The art of making love
is passion beyond mood.
It elevates to Soul
in heart-felt interlude.

The crescendo lingers
far beyond gratitude.
When we seek to unite,
continue won't conclude.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, February 6, 2016  11:56  A.M .)

2285
Photoysnthesize

It stirs to life,
like light on leaf.
Bad choice brings strife:
good brings relief.

It's warmth and food
sustain God's gift.
Ban the down mood:
think to uplift.

Where heart warms mind,
feelings take flight.
Caring and kind
thrive in the Light.

They smile worthwhile,
and shed no tears.
Sunny's our style
when love appears.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, February 7, 2016  9:50  A.M .)

2286
Where Education Fails!

Don't look for it in schools.
The schedule lists it not.
The un-joy make the rules.
Happy shall not be taught.

Read, write and count it seems,
lead the needs of the young:
leaving joy to our dreams,
but not to mind and tongue.

It's not beyond our reach,
nor far beyond success.
We simply need to teach
the way to happiness.

Who's qualified you say?
Your insight is quite right.
No such degree today
displays that joyful light.

And yet the void is there,
from mind un-warmed by heart.
Caution includes the dare.
To win we must first start.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, February 7, 2016  11:43 A.M .)

2287
When Smile Goes Grim

Life says explore for happiness
Some search for more: some for far less.
If asked I'd say I did my best,
to smile my stay in this Earth test.

Calm smiles see through deceptive ploys.
Serene can view our inner joys.
Beauty lives there, warm in our heart,
for those who dare the caring art.

But most distort (with mind-sad pain),
Man's best export, love without gain.
Yet search we must. (It seems built-in).
Sad must adjust when smile goes grin.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, February 14, 2016  11:53  A.M .)

2288
Love Talk (41)

Is love a neutral zone called Soul?
Will we embrace far beyond mind;
sensing feelings not part but whole;
we never thought touched Humankind?
Shall we not love our own ideal,
and crave its subtle connection;
that it beautify, and make real,
our striving to touch perfection?
We need our valentine it seems,
beyond chocolate and flowers,
to warm and sweeten all our dreams,
to smile the blue of Earthly hours.
Perhaps it's a gift by design,
where heart shows mind how to refine.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Monday, February 15, 2016  11:35  A.M .)

2289
Let There Be (Brighter) Light!

You've heard it told before.
Some think life quite unfair.
Too little soon wants more.
Too much knew how to dare.
Good quality loves choice.
To earn we must discern.
Poor choosing won't rejoice.
Earth is the place to learn.
Beauty glows in the light.
Prudence will re-align.
Goodness smiles with delight,
and grins by God's design.
Heart knows how to adjust.
(Let us no-more encrust).

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, February 20, 2016  9:36 A.M .)

2290
The Never Alone

Sure it's subtle yet bold,
long known by some as spell,
with whys and hows on hold,
under which most would dwell.

To touch the realm of heart,
un-planned and by surprise,
will start love's warming art,
where Soul is seen through eyes.

Sense that never-alone,
which only lovers feel.
Cherish and then enthrone
what seems forever real.

Shall we then ponder why,
in life's quite busy stream,
love can pre-occupy:
time out, perhaps, to dream.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, February 21, 2016  10:20 A.M .)

2291
But He Still Likes Cookies And Milk

Some say what's next is up to you.
Santa can text and email too.
A sleigh mobile with eight reindeer?
Fun is ideal with Christmas near.

Santa's a geek (laptops to go).
The cute and sleek make North Pole glow.
Santa has Soul (a lovely Light).
Good is the goal, joyful and bright.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, February 26, 2016  11:28 A.M .)

2292
Seconds (And Thirds)

Delicious moods help me believe
the finest foods would not deceive.
Yet, there's a veil (a see clear not),
that tells a tale, where want clouds thought.

Flavor spreads doubt, (and nose confounds):
my tastebuds shout forget the pounds.
Lost is my touch to curb my taste.
I eat too much. Most goes to waist.

When "No" is lost mood-foods appeal.
Dessert will cost. (Pounds are quite real).
My ever treat will never wait.
It says to eat, when I just ate.

Full whispers fill. I reach for more.
Won't becomes will, when I keep score.
My scale implies seconds won't slim.
(But Hungry's lies make smles go grim).

Scale tries to teach; weight is a stress,
well within reach. Strive to eat less.
Upon my plate cake and ice cream
predict my fate (and my extreme).

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, February 28, 2016  9:27 A.M .)

2293
Within Is Worthwhile
(or How, In The Universe, Should I Meditate?)

Your home is heart. There you will find,
learning God's art will warm your mind.
Beauty brings Light. Joy starts your smile.
Find your delight, heart's most worthwhile.
Beautify thought. Joy shields your way
(your "Ring Pass Not"): your bright of day.

Your home is heart. There you will find,
learning God's art will warm your mind.
Beauty brings Light. Joy starts your smile.
Find your delight, heart's most worthwhile.
Beautify thought. Joy shields your way
(your "Ring Pass Not"): your bright of day.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, February 28, 2016  10:17 A.M .)

2294
Weather-Makers?

Blue is a calming sky.
Gray is a wonder-why.
Inner weather, we're taught,
turns on quality thought.
One day I think we'll find
Earth skies reflect our mind.
Who knows what thinking brings,
when thoughts, we know, make things.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, March19, 2016  11:09 A.M .)

2295
Love-Talk (42)

Shall we confess? Our search of mind
for happiness leaves most un-kind.
Such un-warmed thoughts make smiles quite rare:
and yet we're taught life's best with care.

That tale's well told, which makes us sane.
(More warm less cold, makes far less pain).
God has a toll: with joy we pay.
Love knows the goal. Heart knows the way.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, March19, 2016  10:33 A.M .)

2296
God "Taps" For Our Starry-Fade

Dawn pink and pastel green
color the serenade.
Songbirds well supervene
Earth's spinning light-parade.
Many become the one,
in day-time confusion,
with our star-yellow sun
(our blue sky illusion).
They shine beyond our view,
bright lighting darkest space.
Cycles reveal not-new.
Love discovers with grace.
Much of life wears a mask.
Waking's a daily task.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Suday, March20, 2016  11:55 A.M .)

2297
Heart Is Our Forever Gate

Only Mallards can quack they say,
and mostly perching-birds can sing.
Unveil they do, God's precious play.
(What secrets hide in nest and wing).

Our clever is never enough.
Prudent knowledge forms our best deed.
Know human stuff is starry stuff.
Know the universe loves a seed.

Does the Soul photosynthesize?
Does mind sleep-travel into night?
Why does Man's kindness warm Man's wise?
Must free-will be a Me-First light?

Questions unasked patiently wait.
Worthy receives and needs to teach.
Know heart is our forever-gate,
that sorrow keeps beyond our reach.

Stack the deck with a joyful twist.
So what if most would think it odd.
Ask now the Highest to assist:
Good science always starts with God.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Suday, March20, 2016  10:02 A.M .)

2298
Love-Talk (43)

Sure lovers have a tale to tell
(that great time-out for Humankind).
When two Souls cast their magic spell,
heart is the healer of the mind.
Heartbeats whispering "forever"
well re-define the feel of touch.
It's a sense that knows-not never:
asking little (promising much).
Human, yet far beyond man-made,
such love creates a neutral zone,
a calming, unheard serenade,
a stepping stone to God's own throne.
Love's a Soul-walk which most desire
(a warm, forgiving, inner fire).

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Friday, March25, 2016  11:10 A.M .)

2299
The Hope Of Humankind

Our next heartbeat carries a song.
Heart loveliness far supercedes
mind's un-warm right and coldest wrong.
It sings of warming our Earth deeds.
But will we hearm them, and how well?
Earwax can block a tune worthwhile.
Dark moods cast a deafening spell.
Yet pulse is a promising smile.
Songs of kindness will fill our dreams.
Songs of caring will soothe our pain.
Songs of balance teach not extremes.
Songs of love will whisper Soul sane.
A glimpse of dawn can warm the mind,
and heart's the hope of Humankind.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Friday, March25, 2016  9:01 A.M .)

2300
Prayer For Joy

Here's my prayer for doing right:
may I not fall, short of delight.
May joy be plentiful to share.
May it, with hope, heal all despair.
May happiness of heart give birth
to future wise with joyful worth.
May my not-joy regain its glad,
(for sorrow makes my world quite mad).
May I embrace that cheerful style,
which shows that joyful's most worthwhile.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, March26, 2016  11:21 A.M .)

2301
My Sorrow-Free

Some say hot and cold are to blame,
for hurricanes and deeds called fame.
But I'm convinced, my foul or fair,
stem from my joy (its lack or dare).

My life's a search for joyfulness.
(My sorrow only made a mess).
Up-feelings make it all worthwhile.
My goal's to have a joyful style.

A happy smile quite not-naive,
rising above great grief and peeve,
will be my sign of liberty,
my sum of toil, my sorrow-free.

My joyful shines not weak but strong.
I celebrate that sad is wrong.
It is my dance exceeding glad.
My stepping stone away from mad.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, March26, 2016  11:21 A.M .)

2302
Joyfulness!

When will we share, and then embrace,
what dares to wear our smiling face?
When will we know joy outshines sad,
and has a glow that makes us glad?
When will we feel its great uplift
has Soul-appeal (God's healthy gift)?
When will we find our Humankind?

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, March27, 2016  10:51 A.M .)

2303
Why Smile Slipped To Frown

The Sad have passed an inner law,
assuring sorrow will prevail:
Joy without reason is a flaw.

Sure saddness is a painful tale,
yet un-sad shares, with smile and grin,
"Joyful always" * is life's great win.

* I Thesalonians 5:16

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, April 3, 2016  11:30 A.M .)

2304
The Secret Of Life

When our joy overcomes our sad,
and kindness vetoes our upset,
then happiness outlives our mad,
and heart-thinking knows no regret.
May our children ever be taught
the secret lives in loving thought.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, April 3, 2016  10:59 A.M .)

2305
Wanting More (Needing Less)

When the leaf is warmed by the sun,
and its inner green gets to glow,
know then that life is well begun.
God's great kitchen is a light-show.

Such illusion has building blocks,
invisible to you and me,
waiting behind subtle padlocks
(loving-prudence is yet our key).

Bullets and bombs are Man's slow learn!
Sheathing-tongues is within our reach.
Yet much sowing shouts slash and burn.
When has life ever failed to teach?

Our glowing mushroom clouds will cease,
ending the ugliest of art,
when power-lust is lust for peace.
Electrons smile when warmed by heart.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, April 3, 2016  9:22 A.M .)

2306
Stacking The Dating-Deck

First ask the Highest to assist,
then feed computer's match-up list.
Be not so shy. Tell all your ways.
Computer knows the subtle plays.
Computer "Dates" then give you choice,
to find your hopeful and rejoice.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, April 10, 2016  11:59 A.M .)

2307
The Santa-Seed

It's mind-dancing with toys
designed for girls and boys,
quite filled with sweet delights,
colorful trees and lights.

Yet when they've had their play
Santa dreaming will stay.
Old-Red-Cheeks works his art,
warming our young at heart.

Dream-whispers bring a smile:
"The good life's most worthwhile."
It grows in heart and mind,
subtle, spring green and kind.

Yes, world shouts bad and sad,
headlining the not-glad,
but it feeds not Man's need
as does the Santa-Seed.

That young pebble of Light
ripples mature insight.
Combined with social sense
it makes life far less tense.

Add Higher Power thought
and Man is now well taught.
Prayer then helps to know
good hearts will always glow.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, April 23, 2016  11:02 A.M .)

2308
Dream-Talk (4)

When song birds serenade the dawn,
Earth's joyful sound is heard with yawn.
Dreamers make their subtle return.
(One tells the many to adjourn).
With yellow star's blue illusion,
we wake in learning confusion.
Our turning attempts to explain:
knowing cycles means far less pain.
Nature has Her way of teaching
contingent upon Man's reaching.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, April 23, 2016  11:29 A.M .)

2309
The Hope Of Claus

Old-Red-Cheeks is a precious play.
Young hearts well know "Nice" will attract
Santa's magical toy filled slay:
(God's acorn, and Heaven's care-pact).

Parents re-plant and decorate.
Joy Soul-warms our winter season.
Cold and bleak learn to celebrate,
while heart teaches kindly reason.
Happiness is learning to cheer
as hope grows more branches each year.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, April 24, 2016  11:17 A.M .)

2310
Mood Picking

If I could only pick my mood.
With wise but loving would I start.
I'd end the rule of sad and crude,
and crown the gladness of my heart.
With beauty would I architect
with joyfulness would I refine.
No attiitude would disrespect,
and no imprudence would design.
I'd disregard the mad-intense:
(anger serves not my happiness).
Quality thought makes common sense:
anything less makes life a mess.
My picking moods may make God smile,
(that His work may yet prove worthwhile).

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, May 15, 2016  11:06 A.M .)

2311
Day-Talk

Our eyes say, "No.", yet sky does veil.
That stars still glow is no tall tale.
Beyond the blue, dwellers in space,
number not few, and shine with grace.
One "Sun" it seems is day-times deal.
Only day dreams make day-stars real.
Turning must play with night and day.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, May 15, 2016  11:54 A.M .)

2312
The Treasured Win

Know beauty as the treasured win.
Applaud, with joy, your next heart beat.
Breathe deeply with your greatest grin.
The world holds not a better treat.
Sure holding-on causes great strife.
The happy know the simple life.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Thursday, May 26, 2016  10:08  P.M .)

2313
Love-Talk (44)

Love come my way. Let Soul touch Soul.
Let hearts display your warming goal.
Let heart teach mind beautiful-thought.
Let the unkind trouble me not.
Let care be sound, and kind freeing.
Let peace-profound fill my being.
Come dawn my night. "Let there be Light."

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, May 28, 2016  10:16  A.M .)

2314
Message To Myself (28 May 2016)

Touch now the Face and warm your Soul:
caring's the cure for Humankind.
Fill with beauty each lofty goal:
let heart well teach the joy of mind.
Such knowledge leads to gratitude,
and says goodbye to rude and crude.

(Papyrous: Anthem , Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, May 28, 2016  11:09  A.M .)

2315
Some Habits Are Just Pro-Snack

Lord, my diet has run aground.
My "Eat-More" has conquered my fast.
What's gone around has come around,
and scale reads not pounds but aghast.
My "Not-Enough" is quiet fear.
My "Not-Slim" smiles that I am fine.
What now? Where can I go from here?
Can I change this water to wine?
My "Slim-Now" gives "Non-Fat" the nod,
yet more's needed than permission.
It may just take an act of God,
for "Not-Slim's" great de-commission.
Some habits are "Watching my back",
and some are quite purely pro-snack.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A. Wednesday, June 1, 2016  1:21 P.M .)

2316
Message To Myself (June 1, 2016)

This journey's made by all,
from first breath to the last.
Balance is our best call.
Love can happen Soul-fast.
My mind thinks never old,
yet body shouts I'm there.
Youth was a tale once told.
Age is a cautious dare.
Years regret "youth-when-young".
No learning means no reach.
Joy is a song well sung:
beauty knows how to teach.
Sure aging is that precious art,
where mind is warmed when taught by heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A. Wednesday, June 1, 2016  2:41 P.M .)

2317
Painting Has Many Secrets

Sure some hues make a pair:
mind lovely and quite fair.
Eye catching is their play,
so subtle in their way.

Texture allows eye-feel
to make perception "real".
Impasto feeds our touch:
rough and smooth say so much.

Lines progress the eye flow,
that compositions glow.
Shape informs perspective.
Depth is quite deceptive.

Highlights need to be bright.
Shadows are born from light.
Let us all wonder why
contrast attracts the eye.

Masterpieces well teach
beauty's within our reach.
Response with skill makes art,
as mind works well with heart.

(Papyrous: Peoria, Arizona U.S.A. Wednesday, June 2, 2016  11:46 A.M .)

2318 
Are You That Hungry Too?

I'm ever so, even when full.
Yes. I must know; what string to pull,
which key to turn, to saturate,
so "More" may learn that I just ate.
"God is agast!" (Slim likes to shout).
Scale likes a fast. May "Thin" win-out,
and figure why "More" needs that pie.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Wednesday, June 15, 2016  5:48 P.M .)

2319
Would Moon Then Smile?

You know love is an act few see,
but hate and its cousins headline.
The same I find in you and me,
good thoughts will whisper and refine.

The bad thoughts shout (if truth be told).
Pain teaches all what's right and wrong.
It is our learning big and bold.
Earth testing ever makes us strong.

Sure mind could use the warmth of heart.
Would moon then smile and stars rejoice,
to learn our "Me-First" ain't so smart,
to make that kind and caring choice.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Thursday, June 16, 2016  10:49 A.M .)

2320
Warmed By Heart

At year seventy three
(my joyous time of life),
I think much less of "Me",
as love smoothes out the strife.
Experience is art,
when mind is warmed by heart.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A. Thursday, June 16, 2016  10:30 A.M .)

2321
When Will I Learn?

Right sowings are within my reach.
Sure life well taught includes desire:
but few have learned and fewer teach.
Yet it's my harvest to acquire.
When thought becomes imprudent deed,
my "I-Want" matches not my need.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, June 19, 2016   12:18 P.M .)

2322
Pondering

Does egg smile at the site of sperm?
Does moon cherish the warmth of sun?
Will calm ever refuse to squirm?
At what cost can I say "I Won?
Peace Profound is a subtle light
(a battlefield re-named delight).

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, June 19, 2016   1:33 P.M .)

2323
Vintage-Talk

She's old but good to me,
with care she comes alive.
She shimmies at sixty,
and shakes at sixty five.
But once you klnow her speed,
travel's a joyful need.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A. Wednesday, June 22, 2016   1:15 P.M .)

2324
Hope for All

The Human heart is hope for all.
It gave the start. It holds the call.
We've learned a lot in all our years
Much fear has taught non-heart brings tears.
Bright is that day we reach heart goals.
Warm is love's way with touching Souls.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, June 26, 2016   11:02 A.M .)

2325
Message To Myself (June 26, 2016)

Ours is to learn, in every way,
and then to earn our earthly pay.
Free-will must train, and beauty teach:
far beyond brain we need to reach.
It is our choice, to let heart soar.
May we rejoice forevermore.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, June 26, 2016   10:12 A.M .)

2326
Simple Is Best

Peace is a choice (practice the gift).
Ever rejoice. Ever uplift.
To pass Earth's test thinking needs heart.
Simple is best (a worthy art).
With thoughts of God, smiles can defuse.
It's not so odd to un-confuse.
Dawn's a delight. Strive for the Light.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A. Wednesday, June 29, 2016   5:09 P.M .)

2327
First Comes Me-Last

As sure as stars are not all white,
and sure as love make hearts feel light,
you're the most caring kind of real,
with subtle smile and thoughts that heal.
The path to heart is Me-First-slow,
but Me-Last hosts a warming glow.

(Papyrous: Peoria, Arizona U.S.A. Thursday, June 30, 2016   8:08 A.M .)

2328
We Know It Yet We Don't

Perhaps we should confess,
what God already knows.
Self-serving makes a mess:
our sowing has its woes.

We know it yet we don't.
Blind to our flaws are we.
Sure most can't say, "I won't":
(habits are hard to see).

Help "clearly comes quite late,
because "we-know" what's best.
Sad may just turn to hate:
pain lives to pass Earth's test.

The smart will learn that art,
which lovers seem to know,
where mind hears well the heart,
and life just seems to glow.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A. Thursday, June 30, 2016   7:36 A.M .)

2329
Message To Myself (June 30, 2016)

Joy is the heart saying, "Well done!"
Sure healthy spirits know this prize
(a step beyond our Earthly sun).
Joy is ever wiser than wise.
It's a asecret, bolder than bold,
worth much more than all Man's gold.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Thursday, June 30, 2016   7:48 A.M .)

2330
Alone-Talk

Past teaches it's a Human thing
(that feeling Man is quite alone).
What will the future need to bring
to limit-not what God has sown.
Overcrowded is here for sure,
yet loneliness seems to endure.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Thursday, June 30, 2016   8:03 A.M .)

2331
Message To Myself (July 1, 2016)

Enjoy the gift through God's great art.
Choose to uplift with warming heart.
Earth is a test. Mind gets confused.
Love is the best when not abused.
Heart holds the goal. It knows the way.
Let Soul touch Soul. Delight your day.
Joy is the prize. live and be wise.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Friday, July 1, 2016   8:37 A.M .)

2332
Message To Myself (July 2, 2016)

The Good life knows what not to choose:
as good thought flows, sorrow will lose.
But when good strays, bad will measure
its winning ways in lost pleasure.

The smiles will fade, with fault finding.
Sorrows invade. Bad is blinding.
Hold on to Light as your next breath.
Let Good delight. Darkness likes death.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, July 2, 2016   10:46 A.M .)

2333
Wouldn't It Be Nice!

Nice it would be if un-kind cared:
if liberty was heart felt shared.
Bad dominates with rule by fear,
such thinking hates, and holds death near.

It frowns the smile. It chills the heart.
So not worthwhile is bad's best part.
Mind knows the drill, and heart knows why,
that good must will  and bad must die.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, July 3, 2016   9:22 A.M .)

2334
Caring-Fast

Untroubled dreams (untroubled heart),
without extremes  peace gets a start.
It learns from past, for future glow.
It's caring-fast and un-kind slow.
Less attitude colors it's day:
less rude and crude makes kinder play.
Where peace is known, there love has grown.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, July 3, 2016   10:18 A.M .)

2335
For Future Ears

Trust no one,
and you love no one.
Trust all,
and you are naieve.
Life is a learning.
Needs trump wishes.
Gratitude is healing.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, July 3, 2016   10:53 A.M .)

2336
Seekers Of Light

The Good are gold, with auras bright.
They're loving-bold, seeking more Light.
They are past thought. They've lived and learnded.
Positive thought is well discerned.
They don't "Me-First", or put you down.
They're un-emersed in sad and frown.
They're on the mend. God is their friend.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, July 3, 2016   11:55 A.M .)

2337
Generation-Talk

The mistakes are in kind
(if not much of the same).
Desire ignites the mind.
Thwarting ignites the blame.

Conflict tells the story.
Youth will "live forever".
Gray seeks a calm glory
(smart with far less "clever").

Some say it's by design,
that "Me" matures to "We",
intended to refine:
(perhaps even agree).

The ancients ever taught,
in paint, words, dance and plays,
free-will, with un-aged thought
extends Man's learning days.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A. Wednesday, July 6, 2016   6:o5 P.M .)

2338
Dog-House Talk

Bring roses when you "should".
Chocolates save the day.
Don't think "It's understood".
Your silence just won't play.

Make it not overdue.
Failure may just implode.
Your password is "Love you".
Pillow talk has it's code.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, July 18, 2016   9:32 A.M .)

2339
Not Less Is Too Much

We of the extra-large
well know beyond all doubt,
"Eat-More" has taken charge,
liking not-thin, but stout.
Smiles hide our wonder-why:
our "heavy" needs more pie.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, July 23, 2016   8:42 A.M .)

2340
Free Love?

Reflection tells: moods have their fees.
Free love well spells social disease.
Restraint's a bore, and we must play.
Pleasure wants more (more every day).

Blood-test dating (prudence will show),
cures our mating with smiling glow.
Each consequence stems from our choice.
Will "Common-sense" learn to rejoice?

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, July 24, 2016   10:28 A.M .)

2341
The Dimming And The Glowing

Life becomes attitude.
Response to living reigns.
Will it be rude and crude,
or smart with fewer pains.

Some choose moods not-glowing.
They live, "I", "Me", and "Mine".
Such streams soon stop flowing
(the dimming of their shine).

Some choose well the treasure.
Their prudence is worthwhile.
Patience is their measure,
and yes, a sincere smile.

Warm is our loving way.
Cold leads to our cruel.
Choose well the mood you play
(rejoice with kinder fuel).

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, July 24, 2016   11:09 A.M .)

2342
Regret

A sail without a mast,
(a love becalmed can't flow).
Sad's an anchoring past --
a breeze that's lost it's blow.

Dark clouds are a learning:
sun was there all the while.
Not-sad means discerning,
where life again, can smile.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, July 30, 2016   11:00 A.M .)

2343
My Hope

When Man is wise, love will be bold.
Heart will advise care over gold.
When Man is kind, love will prevail.
Heart will teach mind caring detail.
When Man is sane, culture will show,
gone is the pain: hearts choose to glow.
Quality choice makes hearts rejoice.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, July 31, 2016   11:24 A.M .)

2344
Love-Talk (45)

It is the goal and hope of mind,
that Soul touch Soul in caring-kind.
May many know that warming heart,
that loving glow, that "never-part".
It may seem odd, that fleeting song,
that feel of God (love's not-for-long).
I knew it well (love's magic spell).

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Tuesday, August 2, 2016   2:57 P.M .)

2345
Smiling Is Easy?

So many just say, "No.",
because of worldly strife.
Sure they see the not-glow,
never the joy of life.
Joy is the healthy choice.
Not-joy is dim then dark.
For your next breath rejoice!
Let smiling be your mark.
Remembering to smile
is challenging to all.
The secret well worthwhile?
Appeal and don't appaul.
Let not this world distract,
from your next joyful act.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A. Wednesday, August 3, 2016   4:23 P.M .)

2346
Aura-Talk

Our aura's subtle light
(a story long untold),
is knowledge for insight,
to change our lead to gold.
Quality thought's not dim.
It makes a life sublime.
All low intent is grim.
Dark thought pursues its crime.
Sadness is not relief.
Bettering is our way.
Walk not the path of grief.
Joy is our great now-play.
Bright is a friend of God.
Dim is a life slipshod.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, August 6, 2016   8:35 A.M .)

2347
Conscience

You've been there all this time,
a caring friend indeed.
Your whispers are a gift.
Each counsel plants a seed.
But can you tell me why,
more resist than comply?

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, August 7, 2016   11:28 A.M .)

2348
Message To Myself (August 7, 2016)

I'm running out of time
to master weight control.
That blind spot of my prime
would ambush and cajole.

I'm thinking less belly.
This time nutrition reigns.
No more jam and jelly.
It's protein now and grains.

It's fruit and veggie smart,
(this balance of my plate).
Salt is no longer part
of all that I just ate.

Sugar is not my friend.
It only helps me bulge.
My "Eat-More" now must end
(that craving to indulge).

Loss is a gaining grace.
Slimming increases health.
To take up much less space
means wise and subtle wealth.

Movement is in the mix.
I've taken up Tai-Chi.
But will my plan now fix
my over-eating me?

For thinning can beguile
and lull success to sleep.
For it to be worthwhile,
sweet-vigils I must keep.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, August 7, 2016   1:13 P.M .)

2349
Life On Earth (1)

The leaves glow with sunlight.
Are we not much the same?
Discernment is insight.
God hints, but most just blame.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, August 13, 2016   10:00 A.M .)

2350
Life On Earth (2)

Me-thinking is poor taught.
Me-First just leads to pain.
We-thinking warms our thought.
Me-Last keeps us most sane.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, August 13, 2016   10:37 A.M .)

2351
Life On Earth (3)

Think well the role of heart.
It surely warms the mind.
Grateful for breath is smart.
Love's not lost on the kind.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, August 13, 2016   10:49 A.M .)

2352
Life On Earth (4)

Experience does teach:
illusion is a fact.
Sure love's within our reach,
when caring is intact.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, August 13, 2016   10:58 A.M .)

2353
Life On Earth (5)

Many think life unfair,
citing cruel abuse.
They see not kind nor care.
nor all love can produce.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, August 13, 2016   11:10 A.M .)

2354
Life On Earth (6)

New thought can help progress,
and many say, "We must!"
Sure caution makes less mess.
Time tested gains our trust.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, August 13, 2016   11:18 A.M .)

2355
Life On Earth (7)

Some details make us smart.
Some dull the quickest mind.
Knowing includes the heart.
Within is where we find.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, August 13, 2016   11:27 A.M .)

2356
Esoteric-Talk

Most have no clue, and rarely know,
within's not new, and smart is slow.
Teacher's a must. Simple is best.
Know who to trust in God's great test.

Hidden they are, not for the weak:
both near and far, where few would seek.
The Path is long, not for the bad.
Heart sings its song, not for the sad.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, August 14, 2016   10:38  A.M .)

2357
Life On Earth (8)

Remember this.
Be quick to smile.
Heart will not miss
all that's worthwhile.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A. Wednesday, August 18, 2016   11:48  A.M .)

2358
Life On Earth (9)

Deceit is pain:
never partake.
That which is sane
tricks cannot make.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A. Wednesday, August 18, 2016   12:24 P.M .)

2359
Life On Earth (10)

Sure harmlessness is smart,
but selfdefense is wise.
Mind learns quite well from heart.
Love, not win, is the prize.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A. Wednesday, August 19, 2016   12:03 P.M .)

2360
My Giving-In Talk

Sure sometimes I obey my Non-Thin style,
and then think not to weigh what makes me smile.
Giving-in's fun at first, and inner taste
shouts, "Fulfil or you burst.: forget the waist."
Soft chocolate thinking reaches for more,
when Not-Thin is winking, diet's a bore.
Scale then reminds each day. You stray: you pay!

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, August 20, 2016   8:44 A.M .)

2361
Life On Earth (11)

The subtlety of signs
will smile when understood.
Experience refines.
Fail not to find the good.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, August 20, 2016   9:04  A.M .)

2362
Life On Earth (12)

Finding the one for you,
among milliions it seems,
is a journey not new,y 
escalating in dreams.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, August 20, 2016   9:22  A.M .)

2363
Life On Earth (13)

Superstition takes hold,
where knowledge does not flow.
Prudence is wisdom bold.
Love is the way we glow.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, August 22, 2016   11:07  A.M .)

2364
Life On Earth (14)

For most it's a sure bet.
The addition of light
will guarantee regret:
but joy makes life quite right.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, August 22, 2016   11:32  A.M .)

2365
Chocolate Chip Talk

My never mind never asked why
taste buds can blind and sometimes lie.
Dessert is food: When taste holds sway,
my cookie-mood comes out to play.
Munch the whole bag. (No one will see).
Don't give a wag. Forget fat-free.
Yet tight belt shows, what scale well knows.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, August 27, 2016   3:16  P.M .)

2366
Nutrition-Talk

"Nutrition's where it's at." Smilingly says the slim.
Those fiercly far from fat, with plates so neat and trim.
But we of the extra large most surely see it not.
"Eat-More" has taken charge far beyond non-fat thought.
Calories play for real. Tight pants go well with stress.
Sure knowledge has appeal, when scale reads pounds are less.
That mirror must be faced: the choice is taste or waist.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, August 27, 2016   3:39  P.M .)

2367
Cinema-Talk

Watch with awe and pleasure,
drama, love or treasure.
Films are a way to share
our heart felt care and dare.
Great actors make great plays,
(don't let them make your days).

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, August 27, 2016   4:12  P.M .)

2368
Sex And Love

Their learning's overdue.
Both are needed to thrive.
Yes, love is a virtue,
and sex, surely a drive.

Sex puts us in a bind.
It has so many "rules".
The story of Mankind
is layden with sex-fools.

Perhaps it's hard to see;
yet sex is future's now,
a tempory "we",
with or without a vow.

Not-Love's a "Me-First" fact.
"We-First" gives love a chance.
It is Man's human act:
a prelude to romance.

Being "In-Love" we know
(as Souls agree to touch),
is heart's well warming glow,
that most value so much.

And here, beyond a doubt,
confusion has its day.
"In-Love" is Soul's great shout,
but love must earn its way.

Love needs prudence to dare
mind's journey to the heart.
May sharing lead to care.
May love become Man's art.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, September 3, 2016   12:19  P.M .)

2369
Pleasure-Talk

We seek it as treasure.
We all need good pleasure,
We "know", for sure, it's fun,
like first-light needs the sun.

For some it's loving arms
that motivates and charms.
Sports might do, or great plays,
it calls in many ways.

Life warns against too much
as causing grief and such:
too little is the same.
Balance is pleasure's game.

But then (sure some well know),
there is an always-glow.
As Joy-Of-Love lives bold,
pleasure will well unfold.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, September 4, 2016   11:21 A.M .)

2370
Dog Talk

Faithful, frisky, loyal and smart,
dogs are warm-near to Mankind's heart.
Faces they lick and nap in laps.
They like your voice (and table scraps).
Their yaps and barks are caring styles.
Their wagging tails bring joyful smiles.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Thursday, September 8, 2016   12:01 P.M .)

2371
Lord I'm Grateful

Grateful for rain. Grateful for sun;
for far less pain and far more fun.
Such gratitude the wise have told,
makes crude less rude and hearts less cold.

But Not-Thanks "knows" Me-First's the quest.
Its Not-Flow shows dim fails your test.
With breath their last (and yes their next),
most live too fast and feel perplexed.
With lack of care, confusion reigns.
"Ingrates" must bare what hurt remains.
Ungrateful stress is painful play.
Yet thankfulness cures every day.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Friday, September 9, 2016   3:53 P.M .)

2372
When We Were Young Talk

Some grinned with full bellies
and peanut butter smiles.
Ice cream, jams and jellies
fueled minds that traveled miles.
Clouds danced the snowman-sneeze:
Nature knew how to play.
Puddle-boats, climbing trees,
it seems like yesterday.
Small creatures left us trails
for tiger-tracking schemes.
Our kites were flown with "tales"
that promised wind-filled dreams.
Creative thought quite bold
change lead-gray days to gold.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A. Friday, October 5, 2016   5:25 P.M .)

2373
Santa-Talk (3)

Sure Old-Red-Cheeks is human smart.
with magic sleigh and toys.
He is a warming of our heart,
and decorates our joys.
Christmas is for kids (young and old).
That's what the wise would say.
Sure mistletoe lets shy be bold:
caring hearts feel their way.
Presents are kindness wrapped and bowed.
They bring feelings worthwhile.
Perhaps Earth is the heart's toll road,
where love teaches to smile.
Santa embraces human needs --
cheerful, with loving deeds.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, October 9, 2016   11:32 A.M .)

2374
Maybe Mixed With No

Banana splits are quite a treat,
so tempting to indulge.
Chocolate sauce and cherry meet,
when taste tells waist to bulge.

Desert the table, I've been told,
is how to stay quite trim.
Saying "No" is ever so bold.
Is that the price of slim?

Is there a way far less drastic?
Are smaller splits worthwhile?
Sure two scoops are still fantastic,
and leave me with a smile.

Moderation for me, it seems,
is "Maybe" mixed with "No".
My Not-Thin dominates my dreams,
but Thin whispers, "No-Go".

Could it well be not food at all?
May splits symbolize mood?
Perhaps my happy took a fall,
from touch of worldly crude.

Such sorrow is a long time frown.
Those blue moods crave dessert.
Each Not-Joy is a tumble down,
deceitful and covert.

It's a saga not a story:
a journey not a trip.
Discernment feeds well the glory.
(Now there's a non-fat tip).

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, October 9, 2016   11:43 A.M .)

2375
Next Time I'll Add More Light 

My "Not-Thin" is upset.
My loss is not his gain.
He thinks he's as asset,
(a connoisseur quite sane).

In charge I let him be.
Ice cream's his special treat:
never one scoop but three.
(Chocolate stands elite).

Habits are hard to break:
good sense, with heart, seems right.
They took a while to make.
Next time I'll add more Light.

"Eat-More" will then eat less.
Nutrition's now my "know".
If right, I'll out finesse
my dimming frown's not-glow.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Friday, October 14, 2016   10:14  A.M .)

2376
We Of The Extra-Large

We of the extra-large,
(with "More" always in charge),
find love and hunger meet
in treats quite soft and sweet.

Sure cakes befriend ice creams,
conjuring tasty dreams.
Chocolate is a must,
simply a sacred trust.

Must have pudding and pie,
while "More" never asks why.
Yet "Thin" knows about weight,
(never haul too much freight).

"Too-Much" has a belt size,
that labels "More" unwise.
Losing's our gain not loss,
when "More's" far less our boss.

The wise blame not the food,
but see "More" as a mood.
"Thin's" not beyond our reach,
but "More" has much to teach.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A. Wednesday, October 14, 2016   3:00 P.M .)

2377
Tai Chi Essentials

The bottom line is flow,
feet flat and yes knees bent.
Now move not fast but slow,
with energy not spent.
Search for your inner wealth.
Calm leads to joy and health.

(Papyrous: Anthem, Arizona U.S.A. Friday, October 21, 2016   10:16 A.M .)

2378
Up-Grading

I'm always right (until I'm wrong).
What was bright light then dimmed my song.
Convinced I was it made me smart,
but now that "buzz" must soon depart.
A new "I-know" will steel my mind.
Lord may that glow be wise and kind.
Let my true gold and daring share,
a prudent-bold, with loving-care.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A. Monday, October 24, 2016   4:31 P.M .)

2379
Aging Well?

Seventy three  is not so old,
if mind be free and heart be bold, 
with warmth that sows a love that glows.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A. Friday, October 28, 2016   9:55 A.M .)

2380
Sow Not Woe

A joyful glow from smile to grin,
keeps anger slow and love not dim. 
Prudence is sane and helps us grow.
It knows less pain and sows not woe.
What is well meant the heart can mend,
but low intent will not well end.
Live smart and learn discern and earn.

(Papyrous: Phoenix, Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, November 5, 2016   1:55 P.M .)

2381
Man's Greatest Love

Has the story become a tale,
not new and told too much?
Man's joy most surely will prevail,
but how few share joy's touch?

Too busy with our hurts to see,
and quite worse yet -- with "ME!"
So what on Earth is all this fuss?
Man's love is "I" not "Us"

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. January 28, 2017   .)

2382
Seed-Talk

Our present condition,
sown well in the far-past,
now begs true contrition
(from lesson learned long last).
Future's an attitude.
Sorrow battles delight.
Caution monitors mood.
Dim not your day to night.
Care sings a kinder song.
Love has a thoughtful reach.
Poor seeds make life "gone-wrong".
This world knows how to teach.
Calm makes a saner me.
Quality thought is key.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, March 12, 2017   5:47 P.M .)

2382
Man's Greatest Love

Has the story become a tale,
not new and told too much?
Man's joy most surely will prevail,
but how few share joy's touch?

Too busy with our hurts to see,
and quite worse yet -- with "ME!"
So what on Earth is all this fuss?
Man's love is "I" not "Us"

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, March 12, 2017   5:47 P.M .)

2383
High On The Wish List

We teach it not in schools.
Joy lives in hearts that dared.
"Experts" prove to be fools.
Love thrives quite un-prepared.
When two Souls touch we find,
there hearts warm and adorn,
then whisper well to mind,
"Rejoice. True love is born."
As self  is set aside,
in Earth time-out with grace,
good feelings at "high tide",
make for a grand embrace.
"In-:ove's" a special gift,
with feelings that uplift.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, April 24, 2017   5:59 P.M .)

2384
Dream Harvest

Life has many pleasures.
Which do you most desire?
Of life's many treasures,
to which do you aspire?
Joyful times, may they bring.
Joyful songs may you sing.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, April 30, 2017   4:21 A.M .)

2385
Twilight Dream

Is it so odd to want much more,
while thoughts of God keep well our "score"
Can feelings flow, that know no tears, 
and thoughts that glow fill our few years?

Can kinder Light and caring ways
bring clear insight and better days?
How many deeds, with heart in charge,
will out-weigh seeds "want" set at large.
Will our "un-wise" (our plot and scheme),
strive to advise our twilight dream?

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, May 2, 2017   5:00 P.M .)

2386
When Thin Meets The Sweet-Con

More than food is diet.
Mind serves its meal of moods.
Calm surrenders quiet
to noisy attitudes.
There what to eat and when
suffers a tasty loss.
Not-Thin wins then again,
while appetite is boss.
Sure it's no secret fate:
sweet gets the knowing smile.
Belt knows when hauling freight.
(Too-tight's far from worthwhile.
Not Thin has much to say,
on how to spoil Thin's day.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Thursday, May 4, 2017   5:00 A.M .)

2387
Message ToMyself (May 5, 2017)

Earth deserts are Man-made,
with thoughts of low intent.
Self-serving is low grade:
vitality low spent..
May Man repaint his scene.
May thoughts become Spring-green.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Friday, May 5, 2017   4:29 A.M .)

2388
Message To Myself (May 8, 2017)

Heart teaches mind to glow,
warming each thought and deed.
There Joy of Love will show
life has no finer seed.

The end is just the start.
(Embrace the Earth-story).
Love is the greatest art.
Service is the glory.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Monday, May 8, 2017   5:33 A.M.)

2389
Cane-Taught

Some shrink and sag. Some overlap.
Memories lag, and yes, we nap.
Some become "sage": (some just grumble).
God made old age for Man's "Humble".
Sensing the end, "airs" say good-bye.
The great-un-mend well heals that "I". 
Gray is "cane-taught", what youth knows not.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, May 13, 2017   5:24 A.M.)

2390
Message To Myself (May 14, 2017)

At sixty plus fourteen, 
my next breath brings a smile.
Mine is a scene-serene.
(Calm has a patient style).
Choices have long since taught
kindness is my best thought.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, May 14, 2017   6:04 A.M.)

2391
Message To Myself (May 18, 2017)

When some paths meet  we learn and share.
Life can be sweet, when Earthlings care.
But some bring pain. They dim the mind,
then act un-sane, to harm Mankind.
Quality thought is Man's best friend.
Forget it not, that hurts may mend.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Friday, May 19, 2017   4:20 A.M.)

2392
God's Gold

Lighten that load. Conquer that stress.
Beauty's our road to joyfulness.
Life hides its wealth, where hearts beat glad.
Beauty brings health: ugly brings sad.

Know it's worthwhile: sure it's God's Gold:
with joyful smile, whisper it bold.
With kind insight, we all may find,
Beauty's a Light to warm Mankind.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, May 20, 2017   7:28 A.M.)

2393 
Love-Talk (46)

It warms the human heart
(a wealth beyond measure).
Sure it's God's Holy Art --
life's ultimate treasure,
where care lets kindness flow,
to serenade, and glow.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Monday, May 22, 2017   5:01 A.M.)

2394
First-Light Talk

It's as old as Day-One
(the sleeping know it not).
Dawn is a learning-sun,
where "Dawners" warm their thought.
Clouds play a pastel role.
Refraction becomes art.
Beauty well feeds the Soul.
Joy is the song of heart.
Hear the birds serenade.
Turning invites this show.
Such conquering of shadeern
nourishes
is God's great morning-glow.
May Light color our play,
as night succumbs to day.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Tuesday, May 23, 2017   5:04 A.M.)

2395
What Not To Forget

Let heart beautify mind.
Me-First makes ugly thought.
Un-caring feeds un-kind:
be smart and think them not.

Deeds are thoughts manifest.
Beauty strengthens the sage.
Quality thought is best.
Only the naive "rage".

Ugliness is that school,
where anger creates pain.
"Un-controlled" is that fool
history calls un-sane.

Prudence prefers to earn.
Rashness programs losing.
Our learning to discern
nourishes our choosing.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Wednesday, May 24, 2017   12:17 P.M.)

2396
Inner-Space Talk

The wise explore their inner space.
Where hearts can soar, calm sets the pace.
The un-wise fear what they may find.
Failure is near the troubled mind.

This world obscures, as smart well knows:
patience endures our Karmic flows.
Good thoughts can teach what wisdom taught:
not beyond reach is Man's best thought.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Friday, May 26, 2017   4:52 A.M.)

2397
Life-Tweak

I used to know that I could not.
(Cold feelings flow from chilling thought).
A glimpse of Light made small quite vast.
(A warm insight out-votes the past).
Now mind knows heart as friend and guide.
(Caring's an art that's best applied).

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Friday, May 26, 2017   5:26 A.M.)

2398
Can I Defeat My Over-Eat?

Scale's point of view? Belt size speaks true.
I took a "nap" through overlap.
Sometimes I know how waist won't grow.
Yet sometimes mood just craves more food.

Eat-Less knows taste can go to waist.
Eat-More knows "need" blinded by greed. 
"Fast or indulge, my shrink or bulge
knows well those days "Food-Karma" sways.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Monday, May 29, 2017   5:27 A.M.)

2399
Common-Sense Talk

Sure common-sense has much to say.
Calm or intense, it makes our day. 
It is our friend to well advise
how days should spend, and what to prize.

It helps us learn, that we may know,
Man must discern for Man to grow.
Quality thought heals Humankind.
Forget it not. (Heart teaches mind).

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Wednesday, May 31, 2017   5:07 A.M.)

2400
Message To Myself June 1, 2017

Willing is Mankind's way:
(often a lethal skill).
Good and bad make our day.
Man's "wired-up" to will.
Some plots ugly the play.
Some overcome. Some kill.

The wise say live and learn:
un-wise thinks that quite odd.
For un-wise "take" means "earn".
(Me-First's a selfish god).
We-First learns to discern,
while waiting for the "nod".

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Thursday, June 1, 2017   4:44 A.M.)

2401
The Tallest Of Tall-Tales

Sure it's a cooling thought
(joyfully appealing).
Our once young hearts were taught
a winter-warm feeling. 
This tallest of tall-tales
decorates dreams with toys,
in hope that love unveils
our all-too-hidden joys.
Old-Red-Cheeks, in his sleigh,
lives through those eyes that smile.
In Man's "Reminder-Play",
giving makes life worthwhile.
Santa's a hopeful seed
to warm the Human deed.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Thursday, June 1, 2017   5:29 A.M.)

2402
Perhaps It's In The Eyes

Sure it's no foolish tale.
Think back and you may find,
a nudge, or wagging tail:
the "First-Love" of Mankind.

Frisky or just purry,
at play time or asleep,
floppy ears or furry,
the heart knows what to keep.

They yeach us how to share.
They leave us "not-alone".
Pets need our tender care:
love has it's "stepping-stone".

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, June 3, 2017   5:35 A.M.)

2403
My well-Meant

Decades have gone: life's quiet beat
seems to prolong my earth-complete. 
Would I change things? Perhaps a few,
for thoughts have wings (some flapped, some flew).
May I soon find, from here to there,
how heart warms mind, to share with care.
May my well-meant be time well spent.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, June 4, 2017   6:27 A.M.)

2404
Message To Myself (June 9, 2017)

This world is prone to grim.
It feeds on deeds un-sane.
Our dwelling on the dim,
serves well a life of pain.
Perhaps we need a thought,
loving, prudent, yet bold,
to find what we "know" not,
that glimpse of warmth, age old.
Where foolish isun-wise,
caring is seen as smart.
Kindness is no surprise,
when Man knows home as heart.
The Inner-Life is real,
where dim loses appeal.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Friday, June 9, 2017   6:45 A.M.)

2405
Whispwerings

Inside the stem they wait.
Conditions must be right.
Sure Spring is Winter's fate,
and buds are like insight.
It blossoms when it must,
and beautifies the mind.
It is a sacred trust,
a gift to humankind.
Most listen to it not:
pleasure can lead astray.
vaniety won't be taught:
"Me-First" is Man's forte.
Insight is for the sane,
(those who weary of pain).

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Monday, June 12, 2017   4:45 A.M.)

2406
Taste-Talk

Most children dream of cone or dish:
they make ice-cream their joyful wish.
Topping's a treat. Chocolate wins.
The more the sweet the more the grins.

It is a tool, a smile maker,
(far beyond "cool" to mood-breaker).
Make taste your friend. Know what's worthwhile.
Right to the end, life needs a smile.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Tuesday, June 13, 2017   5:51 A.M.)

2407
Hugs Are Healing

Sure hugs can heal. Kisses hurt not.
Caring can deal with our low-thought.
Good thoughts bring hope. The bad bring pain.
Our slippery-slope needs far less rain.

Sad seeds of woe make life a hell.
Know what to sow and harvest well.
Smart keeps in mind, life's far less rude,
when care feeds kind with gratitude.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, June 13, 2017   6:13 A.M.)

2408
The Great Dance

Sad and Joy made a date.
Sure tears combined with smile.
Sad "knew" Joy met its fate,
but Joy made life worthwhile.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Tuesday, June 13, 2017   6:06 A.M.)

2409
What It Is Not

Many will pause to contemplate
effect and cause, in our Earth state.
What it is not sure that we know.
It takes some thought to start the glow.
What it might be some speculate.
It's hard to see through dim debate.

Some feel it could free Humankind.
With it some would enslave Man's mind.
Some hope we learn from our nistakes,
and there discern what makes our aches.
Some think it wise, (and never odd),
that heart advise our search for God.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Wednesday, June 14, 2017   5:04 A.M.)

2410
Love-Talk (47)

If love we knew, would we know pain?
Would cares be few and world more sane?
Know well the cost (there is the start),
for love not-lost will warm the heart.
Keep well the glow. Be quick to smile.
A loving flow makes life worthwhile.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Wednesday, June 21, 2017   4:31 A.M.)

2411
My Kind Of Poems

They share a win  with warming glow.
They seem to grin "Read here, and know."
They're light yet deep, joyful yet bold.
(Treasures to keep worth more than gold).

With caring thought they bring a smile,
(a subtle "plot" for life worthwhile).
Their themes are kind, with inner art:
they say the mind taught by heart.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Thursday, June 22, 2017   5:41 A.M.)

2412
Message To Myself (June 26, 2017)

Sure it's truth more than blame,
where Man will dodge the most.
Deception seeks not fame.
(Good dogers will not boast).
We harbor and protect.
Failings feel not like flaws.
Disguise that none detect.
Fill quick that "knowing-pause".
Evasion, not by chance,
displays a practised will.
avoidance is a dance,
a well learned human skill.
Our problem grows immense:
Vain's mastered self defense.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Monday, June 26, 2017   7:33 A.M.)

2413
Message To Myself (June 30, 2017 4:27 A.M.)

For sex and violence
(and yes, our greed for gold),
Mankind becomes intense,
a story not un-told.
And yet, some are awake.
They cherrish not the crude.
They're few, make no mistake,
that search a higher mood.
Some hold both (wild and tame).
Their conflict is quite real.
They advocate, yet blame.
Just how is one to feel?
Sure there's much more to learn,
when willing to discern.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Friday, June 30, 2017   4:27 A.M.)

2414
Message To Myself (June 30, 2017 4:46 A.M.)

Discern the dim: at grief they cheer;
they thrive on grim; and rule by fear.
Pain starts with thought, as all things do.
What to think-not is overdue.
Make care your song, and seek the right.
Light battles long against the night.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Friday, June 30, 2017   4:46 A.M.)

2415
Message To Myself (July 2, 2017)

Love and forgive, yet know this well,
to really live, the heart must quell.
Conquer all fear, and snuff sad thought.
Keep beauty near and sorrow not.
The mind must learn (and think not odd),
that Man discern his spark of God.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, July 2, 2017   5:06 A.M.)

2416
The Devil Has A "Tell"

Beauty and gratitude
(a pair to always "hold"),
elevate attitude,
and make us loving-bold.
Ugly thought, joined by rude
(a pair to always "fold"),
raises with un-kind mood,
that glitter from Fool's Gold.
Where "wild" excites our crude,
the "deal" is ages old.
Pain teaches to be shrewd
(a tale more felt than told).
Some things we should include,
and some should be subdued.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Monday, July 3, 2017   4:28 A.M.)

2417
There Will Be Flight

There will be nests this Spring.
Mothers will warm their brood.
There will be songs to sing,
and dreams of altitude.

From sleep they'll stretch and yawn,
while waiting for the light
(then serenade the dawn.
Look up: there will be flight.

Fledglings will flutter bye.
Shape and speed tell their tale.
Beauty will fill the sky.
Migration will prevail.

Formations will uplift.
Their striving will enhance.
Their travels seek a gift
(to find a mate and dance).

There will be nests this Spring.
Mothers will warm their brood.
There will be songs to sing,
and dreams of altitude.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Monday, July 3, 2017   5:49 A.M.)

2418
Space-Walking

We've gone quite far beyond
our wish, like birds, to soar.
"Wish" and "Do" made a bond:
first-walkers made a door.

Sure now it's not the same.
Telescopes make space-art.
"Explore" spices the game:
science met space with heart.

Future will walk out there,
where stars are "born" from dust.
Robots may dull the dare,
but soaring's still a must.

Some walk their inner-space.
(They cross the barely-known).
With joy they touch "The Face",
and know we're not alone.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Wednesday, July 7, 2017   5:52 A.M.)

2419
Life's Subtle Pair

Sure beauty's that pleasure,
which feelings won't deny,
and joy is that measure
for which we live and die.
Dwelling beyond the crude,
they are life's subtle pair.
They lead to gratitude,
as kindness leads to care.
"Behold" and there well find,
your "rainbow" is a gift.
Where heart serenades mind,
the goal is to uplift.
The fire of joy burns bright,
as beauty conquers night.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, July 8, 2017   5:52 A.M.)

2420
The Light Of Storms

Some close their eyes. Some block their ears.
Thundering skies bring fearful tears.
Flash tell-tales sound: from cloud to cloud
and cloud to ground: it will be loud.

Anger writ-large? A Cosmic gift?
(A thought discharge designed to lift?)
Will we un-veil the not-s--rare?
Where is the scale that measures care?

Rainbows reveal more subtle art,
where colors heal, when seen with heart.
In many ways mind fills with light.
Make wise your days, and warm your nught.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, July 9, 2017   6:24 A.M.)

2421
Our Weakest Link?

For sure we lack this thought:
we're more alike than not;
from large to smallest part;
from cells to human heart.

Thoughts and feelings free-wheel,
yet all think, and all feel.
All have mind to measure.
All desire more pleasure.

The list goes on quite long,
as breathing leads to song.
Yes choices arn't the same,
yet all choose (and complain).

Difference separates
feeding anger and hates.
Vanity must divide:
unity smoothes our ride.

Atoms unite the whole:
carbon-based humbles Soul.
For sure we lack this thought:
we're more alike than not.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, July 15, 2017   4:35 A.M.)

2422
Suit-Talk

It's made to fit our shape and length,
and house our whit, daring, and strength.
Will it expand or stay quite slim?
Mind must command, contour and trim.
It will express, from frown to smile,
and may caress that one worthwhile..
Some call it cute. Some call it nude.
Our birthday suit is Man's prelude.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Wednesday, July 19, 2017   5:14 A.M.)

2423
Message To Myself (July 20, 2017)

Doing your best is relative.
Life is a test of how we live.
Go build your nest, but learn to give.
Be not so stressed: and yes, forgive...

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Thursday, July 20, 2017   5:51 A.M.)

2424
Will Is Our Dominant Desire

Sure there's a plot in every deed.
We think that thought. We plant that seed.
Calm or thrilling, life says discern:
from our willing create and learn. 
Our wants say go. Pleasure says stay,
yet this we know, will rules the day.

That subtle fire is nothing new,
that great desire is what we do.
May we sow light. May caring find,
joyful insight helped Humankind.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Monday, July 24, 2017   6:51 A.M.)

2425
My Taste, My Waist

My Always-Eat, my not-slim mood,
craves any sweet (with attitude).
Taste ever cries, "Fill the belly.
Bring on the pies, jams and jelly."

Pleasure will smile: not slim will glow:
dessert's my style, yet scale reads "Whoa".
Prudence would say enjoy but learn:
pounds grow the day I don't discern.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Wednesday, July 26, 2017   4:20 A.M.)

2426
Three Big Questions And One Small Fact

If we were told of "His" great goal,
could our minds hold such glimpse of Soul?
If we should find the part we play,
would heart teach mind to warm our way?
Is ours to know and comprehend,
or learn to grow, sow and transcend?
One thing is sure, we're far from pure.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Wednesday, July 26, 2017   5:26 A.M.)

2427
Far Beyond Now?

This is well known and no surprise:
most seeds we've sown are far from wise.
Hurt fills our mind: (hope fills our heart).
The "street" says kind is far from smart.

But past be true (and gut-red-real),
our need to do needs kind-appeal.
It takes a while (Man's lived quite long),
to let heart smile and sing its song.
May we think care in every thought,
that love be there where love is not.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Friday, July 28, 2017   4:46 A.M.)

2428
Love-Talk (48)

Could there be a finer embrace,
than when our heart caresses mind?
Fast welcomes slow, our inner pace,
(calm nourishment for Humankind).
Cherish that magical moment:
a Cosmic-time-out between Souls.
Its caring colors our intent.
Its kindness warms our lofty goals.
Perhaps it is God's gift to Man,
protecting, connecting and pure.
Ask that it happen. Know you can.
There is no better earthly cure.
For Mankind, love's our Cosmic-Rite,
our glimpse of dawn, our hope for Light.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, July 29, 2017   6:13 A.M.)

2429
Love-Talk (49)

Many are told, in many ways,
kindness is gold through all our days.
Not-kind is crude: its mind is dim.
Such attitude becomes quite grim.

May Man well find, and learn this fact:
care warms the mind; kind warms our act.
There life will show, and heart will teach:
love is that glow within our reach.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Thursday, August 3, 2017   7:21 A.M.)

2430
Discerning The Subtle

Perhaps some call it vain,
but that would not be right.
Me-First is far less sane,
and glows with far less light.

Everyone knows Me-First
(if only to reject).
As friend it is the worst.
In fact, it lacks respect.

This Me-First becomes sad,
when kindness dims its day.
It often gets blood-mad,
as We-First spoils its play.

There is no place to hide.
This battle's everywhere.
The war is quite inside.
Man's armor is Man's care.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Friday, August 4, 2017   5:50 A.M.)

2431
Love-Talk (50)

For sure it's wise, and brings a smile,
to know youth's prize is age-worthwhile.
It's that right thought, at that right time,
where mind is taught heart is sublime.
That seed for deeds will warm the flow,
and tame our needs for love to glow.
It smacks of sane, with far less pain.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, August 5, 2017   4:33 A.M.)

2432
A Narrow View

When myopic it can't be true:
(not the topic, always the view).
Sure in this life few have it right.
Some say Earth strife just dims our light.
We complicate. Narrow with vain
can lead to hate, and then to pain.
Compassion saves with far less graves.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Monday, August 7, 2017   6:47 A.M.)

2433
A Peek-Unique

Heart teaches mind what it must know,
to warm Mankind that love may flow.
Through painful art and painful play,
mind teaches heart love's not Man's way.
Heart says discern: Earth is our test.
With pain we learn foul-not the nest.

Yet years shed doubt (a tale long told).
Will love win out, or mind stay cold?
If I may dare, mind needs a tweak;
a glimps of care, (a peek-unique).
Let kindness teach what love has taught.
A caring reach needs caring thought.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Monday, August 7, 2017   5:47 A.M.)

2434
Wise-Talk (2)

When we are wise our thoughts are sane.
With no surprise, we plant less pain.
Not-wise will teach lessons long taught:
a selfish reach needs selfish thought.

Not-wise is dim: thoughts say "Me-First".
Feelings turn grim we plant our worst.
May we discern, with heart and mind,
what we must learn to help Mankind.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Monday, August 7, 2017   5:37 A.M.)

2435
Message To Myself (August 8, 2017)

We reach not-wise, and taint the deed,
that grasps the "prize" in name of need.
So many schemes contrive to "keep"
desires and dreams far beyond "reap".
When "go" is "gone" life's much more sane:
our holding on just leads to pain.
Respect the flow: things come and go.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Tuesday, August 8, 2017   6:28 A.M.)

2436
My Sensuality

Beauty is my uplift
(perhaps God's greatest gift).
Color and shape make sight
the warming of my light.
Fragrance in fine measure
reveals subtle pleasure.
Birds serenade the dawn
(a song with my first yawn).
Delicious makes me smile:
taste buds say most worthwhile.
Texture's the crown of feel,
but warmth makes love quite real.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, August 11, 2017   6:35 A.M.)

2437
My Good Life

I like a sunny day,
where birds are free to fly,
where heart beats seem to say,
"Love answers every why."

I like a rainy day.
It often leads to art.
Music gives mood to play.
Poems flow from the heart.

Sure it's my point of view
(and yes, I am retired).
Nature seems to renew,
and that leaves me inspired.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, August 13, 2017   5:38 A.M.)

2438
Message To Myself (August 13, 2017)

What makes our happiness?
What makes a hurtful mood?
What creates our sorrow?
What forms our attitude?

Much goes into a deed.
It's hard to be precise.
Results reveal the tale.
How good was our advice?

Dim thoughts make ugly dams,
but bright lets beauty flow.
Nasty feelings distort,
yet fine will set aglow.

Beauty plants far less pain.
Cherish that joyful smile.
Make friendships with the wise.
Learning is well worthwhile.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, August 13, 2017   4:48 A.M.)

2439
Moon-Talk (3)

Night is their "space, with stars and moon:
lovers embrace. (Never too soon).
Moon is Earth's mood, with changing shape,
not always viewed in our night-scape.

Earth's shadow glows, hiding moonlight,
and so Man knows we cast our night.
When moon blocks sun, it nights our day.
Knowledge is fun. Moon likes to play.

Eclipse or phase, moon captures mind.
(And just might craze some Humankind).
Moon rules the tide. Tide rules the shore.
God likes to hide. Man must explore.

Striving with care is nothing new.
Wish becomes dare, and dreams come true.
Moon plays its part both wax and wane.
Heart plays its part to keep Man sane.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, August 20, 2017   6:03 A.M.)

2440
Message To Myself (August 21, 2017)

Perhaps we once were taught
the wisdom of delight,
where giving is the thought,
that makes our "world" seem right.

For sure some lost their way.
Wisdom became belief.
Growing-up spoiled that play,
(and Man's "Winter-relief").

Giving became receive.
Getting became our joy.
"Returns" became reprieve.
Wisdom became a toy.

Fairy tales help us grow,
as we forget to feel:
so Santa keeps the glow
of what could be ideal.

To give that hearts may smile
(upliftment is its name).
Some call it life worthwhile.
Wisdom's a subtle game.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Monday, August 21, 2017   6:10 A.M.)

2441
Message To Myself (August 23, 2017)

Sure it's a heart story,
discovered by a few,
or rare-unknown glory,
old, yet, forever new.

It's been told, long ago:
the Source well hides within.
Our eyes see not its glow.
Hope sets our smiles agrin.

Let's mark the day quite sane,
when one gives Self the nod,
determined to attain,
that subtle spark of God.

In deed, feeling and thought,
the goal is to perfect.
O may we hinder not
the call to re-connect.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Wednesday, August 23, 2017   6:41 A.M.)

2442
Prudence Is Still A Virtue

It's a cold-sun, with no amends:
trusting no one we have no friends.
"Trust each and all": with pain we learn
extremes appall:  trust, but discern.
It's best to teach (as long been taught), 
a careful reach needs careful thought.
Yet prudent sight needs far more light.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Thursday, August 24, 2017   5:59 A.M.)

2443
Wishing

love fill all our deeds.
May joyful smiles prevail.
May prudence plant our seeds.
May humor tell our tale.
May we forever know
the Source, and all its glow.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Friday, August 25, 2017   5:08 A.M.)

2444
Message To Myself (August 27, 2017)

At year seventy four,
needing far less than more,
I may have glimpsed what's best
to pass this  Earthly-test.

It warms the coldest day.
Fearful is not its way.
It fills the heart knowing
kindness leads to glowing.

It seeds delightful thought
(sad's an unhealthly plot).
It clears our clogged-up "needs",
and smiles on joyful deeds.

It has a caring face,
and sets a prudent pace.
Perhaps, seventy five
will find me most alive.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Sunday, August 27, 2017   6:07 A.M.)

2445
My Wonder-Why

When old discovers new,
it's just a point of view.
When new discovers old,
the find's worth more than gold.

"Things" have relative worth
regardless of their birth.
Few wonder on the why
daylight shows not our sky.

Exceptions may just rule
(will is often cruel):
but I take my delight
in searching for more light.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. monday, August 28, 2017   5:09 A.M.)

2446
A Gift From My Desire

Filling my plate is diet poor.
My Thin says wait: Heavy says more.
Mood rules my day in spite of thought.
Heavy says, "May." Thin says, "May not."

Setting "their" pace, old habits flow;
filling my face, dimming my glow.
I need my Thin, but then there's taste:
from frown to grin -- expanding waist.

My passing grade? (life is my school).
Heavy must fade, and Thin must rule.
Not giving-in (stubborn is sane),
means discipline and far less pain.

Discerning small, I conquer large:
bad habits fall, as I take charge.
Heavy's demise is just a start:
becoming wise is Man's great art.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Thursday, August 31, 2017   6:10 A.M.)

2447
With Heart We Glow

Sure it's the heart and not the head,
where lovely art means care-not-dead.
Beyond the beat, beyond the vein,
is love complete (and far less pain).

Courage to spare from quiet mind,
with heart we dare for Humankind.
Within we reach, where warmth will show,
it pays to teach -- heart sets aglow.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Friday, September 1, 2017   9:28 A.M.)

2448
Love Is The Tempering Of Mind

Heart learning sires a warming thought
(beyond what fear and greed have brought).
Perhaps it may take quite a while,
before Earth-frown becomes Earth-smile,
but wisdom knows that love is best,
in passing God's great Earthly-test.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Monday, September 11, 2017   5:18 A.M.)

2449
Message To Myself (September 12, 2017 7:24 A.M.)

Fear is not real. It's what "might" be,
hoodwinking self that we not see.
Painful plantings teach what to grow.
Harvest we must the thoughts we sow.
Past sowings, not our smiling best,
are now great gifts at our bequest.

In looking back at what I've done,
I'd have to say my "growing" fun
is laughing at my foolish fears
(sure there's more lurking in arrears).
My chuckles are my stepping stones
(far better than my fearful groans).

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Tuesday, September 12, 2017   7:24 A.M.)

2450
Message To Myself (September 12, 2017 5:50 A.M.)

Make beauty your delight.
Design your joyful days.
Beautiful thought helps right
the ugly of old ways.

Beauty brings joy to life,
but sad makes life a grind.
The joyful feel less strife.
Beauty heals Humankind.

When you are beauty-bold,
life's a heart-felt treasure.
Make your's a tale well told
(a wealth beyond measure).

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Tuesday, September 12, 2017   5:50 A.M.)

2451
That Touch Of Play

Imperfection can smile,
if humor takes a hold.
Mistakes can be worthwhile,
where love has warmed our cold.
Discernment can be fun,
and surely bring less pain.
(But we are far from done
with learning to be sane).
A chuckle in our day,
gives life that touch of play.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Friday, September 15, 2017   6:34 A.M.)

2452
Simple-Talk

Some say it shows great care.
Some say it's just by chance.
Sure it's most everywhere,
pleasing most every glance.
Perhaps petals will teach
beauty's within our reach.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, September 16, 2017   68:12 A.M.)

2453
Our Winter-Warm

Sure a wise one first sensed the need,
to capture fun (a warming deed).
That love which flows, that thought not-smart,
Old-Red-Cheeks "knows" what's in Man's heart.
With beard and sleigh, and bag we're told,
giving's the way (and far less cold).
Reindeer provide a joyful ride.

(Papyrous: Sun City, Arizona U.S.A. Saturday, September 16, 2017   8:57 A.M.)