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One Word Can Fix It All

The Right Word

Do you ever find yourself stuck, fingers poised upon the keys and yet – nothing. There is a thought, the beginning of a phrase hanging on the very edge of your mind and then – nothing. You know there is a word to describe, or at least a word that will begin the fall of the avalanche of prose that is pressing so dutifully upon your mind, straining to flow through you and onto the page and into the world, a message of fine worth and clear depth – waiting for that beginning, that right word to give the process the smallest nudge into existence.

Well, that is where I am right now and that word eludes me…

Happy Valentine's Day

Wanted: MORE BUMS



As I strive for self actualization
Demanding more of my mind, spirit and body each day
Determined to succeed, to claim yesterday’s distant horizon
As today’s dawn

It occurs to me that I might have it all wrong
What if these images of status and position
That haunt my mind each evening are self contrived
And the resistance that pushes me backward
Each hard fought day is prophetic

What if my truth is that
This world simply needs another bum?

In Between - A Poem About Transiency



In Between

dusk and flickering candles. 
sensations of 
in between

gentle caresses of the last scent of yesterday's cookies, baked and eaten. 
in between

a leaf falling upward, riding on the breeze of summer's heat
in between

silent breath
 your voice pausing between words
measured with care
in between

the end and the beginning

the alpha and the omega

the dream and the reality

we live here for no more than a moment

in between

Amusing Awareness





Why do you remain
There
A brush by my world
Radiating
Passion against my senses
Leaving
Me longing for more

Your voice sang today
Mournful
Lyrics of loss and hope
Ascending
Tones of fluttering union
Scattered
Eternally within my mind

Uncomfortable hauntings...

Skinned



Skinned

The layers peel
With a severe ease
Sub-dermal lament resides
Desire

Peeling

Cracking drafts of promises
Too familiar, too simple
Latent memory unveiled
Need

Peeling, peeling

Like dead skin from a sunburned thigh.

2011 Begins

Now with some contrived and essential mark we measure this as a time of beginning, starting over to be met with resolute and refocused living. We stand on the horizon of this day drawing on every clarion call to gather the greatest of forces, the grandest of hopes and the masses of humanity around us - all to establish this elusive passing of time, this moment with the greatest of potential and confidence that now, here and for all that comes our life will be blessed, better, different, improved...

This now is then followed by the somber morning when the debris of the previous is scattered, flittering upon the ground around us and we find this New morning has embraced us, each singularly, and all that we have proclaimed in the midst of our cheering  Auld Lang Syne community - now rest squarely upon our lone shoulders. We know, always have known, that whatever progress this life will find in the day ahead will come only from the first small, solitary steps toward it we take - and then another...  In this each year is built and in this each life is lived, won, lost, blessed and founded. In this singular effort to live a life of value and worth we find, nay create, the illusive reality of community and family of like minded and action folk.

Here's to our New Year. Today I take that step to begin anew and I look forward to traveling with you...

Word Mire



Word Mire

there is too much
written
that only scratches the surface of it
like the cats claws picking
shredding cashmere as if it were
an old rug

too many words
written
that only pretend passion
like roadside clay jars
imitating ancient Greek
vases


there are so many words
written
that define verbosely beauty
 sprayed out like tobacco spit
dried on the edges of a saloon
cuspidor

there are too many words
written
that I must wade through
fighting mundane currents
insipid tidal pools spawning
muck

there are too many words
written
around those few gems, crystals
that find their way through the morass
and glisten delicate hues of
you

there are too many words
written
that must be read
and I have lost
the time
the patience
the heart
to read my way to you
now

Christmas Day Wish



"If I could lay before you the dearest gift this morning, it would be a time of no beginning and no end. It would be life filled with good health,  and peace and inner joy that can only come from the spirit.

You would quietly refine your thoughts and words so that you never draw anything to you but the finest. You would rest deeply and breath in sweet peace. You would know the tremendous difference between the physical and the spiritual - turning from anger and frustration to a safe haven of love.

You would always be the most loyal friend - not to me but to yourself. All the issues of life rise out of the heart - so this is a gift from heart to heart."

-from  "A Cherokee Feast of Days, II."

I have expressed my heart to you. I have nothing to take back. - Chief Joseph (Nez Perce)

If I May Speak Frankly - The 4 Demands of Joy

Dear Readers:

I hope I'm not imposing.. I'd like your awareness of a new project. 

The 4 Demands of Joy marks the culmination of 30+ years of work and thought in the area of life, love and spirituality.

My bio will give you some of the details of my life journey and explain some of the education and work experiences that have brought me to a new and helpful way to embrace more Joy in your life.

Please visit the temporary website (http://the4demands.blogspot.com) and the Facebook page (give us a 'like' won't you?)

Also, if you would care to promote this via your own Social and Blog world - well, so much the better.

If you are personally interested in the January class, let me know and I can answer any questions that you might have.

I now return you to the regularly scheduled Kim's Korner...