a peaceful life

The way to a peaceful life is to notice the perfection in Spirit’s world and in ourselves, and nurture that perspective. When you look out with wide eyes of wonder and appreciate all that you see as a gift from Spirit, including your own life working in harmony with nature, you will know what a poet means.

Rather than seeing ourselves as connected to this world, we often feel we are in it to push it around and make it conform to us. Rather than accepting it, we twist it to feed our ego, creating havoc, imbalance, and what we call imperfection. Then the ultimate irony, we blame Spirit for the very conditions we create out of the perfection that is our gift from Spirit. As a poet I say, be at peace, don’t judge the world, observe it, be it, one with it. Don’t try to straighten it out. Don’t manufacture problems, be in awe of the perfection of it all.

Give yourself a gift of five minutes of contemplation in awe of everything you see around you. Go outside and turn your attention to the many miracles around you. This five-minute-a-day regimen of appreciation and gratitude will help you to focus your life in awe. Remind yourself that you are just as much a miracle as the lark and the snail. You, in fact, are what Spirit is doing.

Trust and value your own divinity as well as your connection to the all. Seeing Spirit’s work everywhere will be your reward…

Our Life and Love

My life a lost nightmare when you first joined bringing light
Year after year of hard struggle, yet you stayed at my side
You blessed me with my son, even more joy to my life
And together working hard to build what we have
And then you brought me my daughter to love and to hold

And through more long years of struggle still we held firm
Then a crisis unimagined as I worked as a slave
But again you stood beside me, helped rebuild, carry on
Through all my years of teaching, you my standard for love shared

Again came more crisis, made me ready for my trip home
This time too much for us both, divorce raised its ugly head
Butt even then with shared sadness, not anger or hate
After long lonely years we both learn to love another
Both sharing of ourselves, rebuilding, love renewed

Then many years of happiness, loves building, joy returned
Tho even with our new loves, our love for each other still strong
I lost mine first, could no longer share of my pain, no fault of her
And tho I still love her, selfishly left for my solitude alone
Then true tragedy struck you and Ron, damn cancer took him home

I remember my tears flowing as I sat writing you my poem Grief
My heart truly breaking to think of you in such pain
And somehow back together, perhaps fate stepping in

I remember your words, “Steve, would you marry me again?”
And here we are, our second coming, building again, round two
Yet our shared love even stronger, more important, most true
And for whatever time I have left I will continue to hold
For I love you dear wife, with all my heart and soul…

Going Home

Tired from the struggle I rest, if listening quietly,
In the restful quiet whispers the voice of source,
It’s gentle loving tones calling me back to home,
A blessed promise of contentment and serenity,
All will to be peace and tranquility once more….


We can change the world starting right here at home

Who among us today does not feel uncomfortable or fearful to walk alone at night? With the alarming and ever rising rate of violent crime today, due in the most part to the almost total collapse of our economy, even the most peaceful of us find a need to be vigilant and ready to defend ourselves and our loved ones. We are uncertain human creatures who have conjured demons out of fears and invented deadly weapons to fight those fears and unfortunately each other.

Perhaps the worst of it is that fact that we live under a war championing, power-hungry. greedy, moral less federal government that has no consideration but for itself and increasing its tight hold on us by controlling the media and news, brainwashing our children through their schools, and creating false threats. I see us today my friends  as strangers trying to view through a dim window across a foggy road on a cold winter’s night. It does not have to be this way. Together, we can change the world starting right here at home…

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