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Upon, Above, Among, Under
Hear the crescendo at the peak
of increasingly vibrant waves,
from restless surge to thunderous breakers,
and back to calm.
See life rise and descend.
Experience the scent of salt.
Touch the tide with bare feet.
Taste the salinity that comes from shallow or deep.
See the purple haze,
or a sky gray and leaden with rain,
or a sky hanging blue and cloudless.
Feel thunder rumble and light, cool breezes blow,
smell ozone,
count stars in the dark.
Within the woods,
from tall ancients to thin babes,
listen to the soft whisper of leaves trembling on the wind,
or the crunchy fallen ones.
Witness the grand ballet of shadows from swaying branches.
View green hues atop brown on bark,
bark felt as rough and coarse.
Collect crushed willow bark used for medicine.
Taste maple drawn from inside the trunk.
Smell the fragrance of resin and sap.
The seas and forests,
awake and sleep,
breathe some aspects from the wide open skies.
Prizes we should continue to treasure and cherish,
until we end up peacefully under all three.
When Truth Makes Us Smile
Send good sight and laughter
to me.
Real love is brave, and
its expression is not icy.
Let me feel that
each day
the victory, the triumph
of all your adoration
encloses my breath in my chest.
Let us want,
to trust the future,
carry our inner light,
reveling in radiant truth.
Let’s help the sun rise,
bringing all honor to shine on the world,
purging grief from our voices,
and shed only golden tears
when truth makes us smile.
Pure Altruism (One Man’s Journey)
A once lonely old man told me
his old discontent and ruin
had been displaced by something more grand
once he discovered selflessness and benevolence,
along with true concern for well-being of others.
He decided one day while staring within a looking glass,
that the picture seen should be one
which does not reflect human distress.
but instead shows the only truth that matters,
a reflection of one being performing only actions
for which there would be no eternal remorse.
The looking glass became his Dorian Gray meter.
He traveled with the mirror,
using it as his guide
in the pursuit of performing deeds of:
Humanitarianism, Philanthropy, Magnanimity,
and each day that passed
he was able to see himself in the glass
looking more content and happy.
Finding magnificent evidence
of each extants’ greatness
through the miles as he roamed,
wide miles for which he yearned,
since he had already lost so much time.
And he found along those paths
an appreciation of asking for nothing,
and speaking without lies,
and each time he was able to look in that mirror
with grateful eyes.
In the end,
his protected bones passed the test
given to each of us.
And, to honor him,
the sun never fell
and the moon never went dark
as his last deed was painted across the heavens.
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