March Evening

Inhale the fragrance
of the evening breeze
as it blows through the boughs
of palm and pine trees.

Shadows cast by the setting sun
remind us
that this March day
will soon be gone.

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New Direction

I need to move
in a different direction
one where my was isn't blocked.

I look around,
but see only roadblocks
I need to grow wings to fly
above the roadblocks and the fog.

 

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April Approaches

April approaches
it's National Poetry Month,
unfortunately my focus
is on increasing my income
and preventing
an overdrawn checking account.

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Evening Breeze in March

March wind whispers
sweet nothings
to palm fronds
and olive leaves.

March blows
into the arm of April
composes love odes
to April showers.


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My Notepad App

Midnight
time to write
phrases and lines,
I don't have to turn on the light
I can compose poetry
using my smartphone's notepad app.


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Spirit of the Age

From time immemorial,
God's promised humanity
peace and unity.

In this age,
peace is inevitable
and unity unstoppable.

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Sunday Afternoon Poem

Beautiful Sunday
Sun shines in all its splendor
Casting dark shadows

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Feast of Splendor

The glorious wine
of the Holy Spirit sipped
from the chalice of God's love.

The radiant bread
of the Word of God consumed
at the table of the Lord.

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The Nineteen-Day Feast

At the Lord's Supper
we sip the crystal waters
of God's Word
from the chalice of divine love,
and verse by verse consume
the fruit of the Tree of Life.

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Naw-Ruz: A New Year

March 21, 2019--
Naw-Ruz 176--
the beginning of a New Year
full of hope and joy.

The morning was cloudy,
clearing a little by afternoon
and the sun cam shining through:
the joy of a new and glorious day.

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Naw-Ruz: A Time to Celebrate

Spring is almost here
a time for joy and cheer,
a time to celebrate Naw-Ruz
and a brand new year.


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Saturday Poem

A cool wind blowing
Bright sun casing deep shadows
Bird flies past my door

 

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Pray for Assistance

When under stress,
intone a prayer for assistance
ask help from the Lord,
the All-Powerful Creator.


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The Birds of March

A sparrow is singing,
nesting in the pine tree across the street,
the pigeons nesting above my door
are silent
listening to the sparrow's serenade.


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Roses and Chocolates: Memories of My Mother

Mama loved roses:
her favorite blossoms were red,
and she like rich dark chocolates.

 

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Sunday Poem

Sunday afternoon
A beautiful cloudy day
For writing poems

 

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Prayer and Action

Word by word I read
a prayer for unity,
afterwards
I contemplate
how my actions reflect
my desire for unity.

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Virtual Vacation

I'm taking a virtual vacation
across the planet Earth
to see the Baha'i Holy Places and Temples
200 years after The Bab's birth:
My virtual vacation
will begin on March the twenty-first.

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An Afternoon in March

The rain has stopped
gray clouds cover the sky
promising more rain,
a chilly wind blows through
palm and olive trees
giving the feeling of winter,
but spring is on the way.

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White Recliner: A Memory

I always think of Grandpa Newland,
whenever I see a white recliner.
I remember him setting in one,
with the Siamese cat beside him and the dog in his lap,
watching TV.
Grandpa enjoyed setting there
with Jay beside him and Cindi or Popcorn in his lap,
watching The Grand Old Opera.

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Word Problems

Life
is one big word problems
with more variables than constants.

 

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March Morning

Partly cloudy sky
The sun casts deep dark shadows
Beautiful March day

 

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Saturday Morning

Wind whispering through palm fronds
Gray clouds and sunshine
It rained early this morning

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The Word of God

There is Power in the Word!
Power to create
a new world out of the ashes of the old;
to bring order out of chaos.

There is Love in the Word!
Love that binds
one heart to another;
that creates an new humanity.

There is Peace in the Word!
Peace that passes all understanding;
that creates a world free of war,
with citizens free of fear.

There is Justice in the Word!
Justice which is God's best beloved;
allows individuals to see withe their own eyes,
and know of their own knowledge.

There is Life in the Word!
Life that survives physical death;
that carries the soul beyond material existence
into the Abha Paradise.

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Worship of God

Praise be Thine, O Lord!
In this new day,
Worship embraces all art forms.

 

 

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Writer's Block

Fields of virgin snow
Imprisoned between bared-wire
Empty of footprints

 

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The Grace of God

When the sun clears the horizon,
We get a second chance,
Through the grace of God.

 

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Meditation on the Writings of Baha'u'llah

I see
vision of a greater glory
when I swim in the ocean of His words.

I hear
the music of the spheres
when I intone His verses.

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Meditation on the Speed of Thought

From dendrite to axon
thought moves
at a turtle's pace.

Thought moves
from section to section
doing the snail crawl
to its destination.

At 2 1/2 inches
in 900 milliseconds
(the time it takes
to move a finger)
thought moves
from hemisphere to hemisphere,
carrying with it
the electricity
of our souls.


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Hazelnut Gourmet Coffee: A Memory

The aroma of the deep forest awakens nature's child,
rousing the ecologist hibernating
under layers of materialism.

The taste of autumn's bounty caresses my tongue,
flows down my throat,
warming each passing blood vessel,
and spills into my body's furnace
to ignite the day's activity.

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Angels Beckon

White wings against an azure sky!
Are the cumulonimbi,
Or God's messengers beckoning?

God messengers beckoning,
To the believers of every race and nation,
To the righteous of every sect and religion.

Distant thunder reverberates!
Is it the warning of a storm,
Or angelic trumpets?

Angelic trumpets calling,
To the scattered remnants of humanity,
To assemble in peace and unity.

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Night Dreams

Some dreams
remain with you all your life.
Staying with you through difficulties and strife.

Other dreams disappear
as mist in the morning sun
unremembered and unsung.

 

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Contemplating Procrastination

Procrastination:
Tension rises so I pause
And ask the questions,
"Why do I want to procrastinate?"
"What do I want to put off?"

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In The Midst Of All The Recklessness

Once,
in the midst of all the recklessness
of daily living
I questioned reality.

I took out a microscope
and examined
my concept of divinity,
my concept of humanity,
and my concept of myself.

I ask my soul the hard questions:
Can I love God,
if I don't love myself?
Am I investigating truth
for myself?
What is family?

Once,
in the midst of all the recklessness
of daily living
I questioned reality,
and I haven't been the same
since.


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Goal of the Mystic

Is to see God
Even in the contemplation
Of a computer program

 

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Today I am Grateful For

Today I am grateful for morning,
for the memory of pleasant dreams,
and the chill of a winter's dawn breeze.

Today I am grateful for laughter,
the warmth of a joyous awakening
to the beauty of another day.

Today I am grateful for prayers
that ascend to the throne of God
and bring down the blessings of faith,
which scatters the uncertainties of doubt.


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Memories Underfoot

These are the memories that lay underfoot,
the memories I stumble over when waking up.
A black and white long haired cat,
whose purr vibrated the house
when he wanted to to toss him
a furry toy mouse.

These are the memories that lay underfoot,
the memories I scramble when waking up.
Taking eggs from beneath a hen
she set there glaring at me
she wanted to hat the eggs I know,
that that was never to be.


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Zones of Transition

Growth occurs
in zones of transition where
the upwardly mobile and the downwardly mobile meet.

Confronted by the prejudices
and misunderstandings occurring when cultures collide
we must either evolve or perish.

 

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Las Vegas Dawn

Bright rays ignite the blue sky,
transforming black velvet night:
stretching and yawning
the city's day shift wakes up.

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Love

Love is the dawn of a new day,
Rising rosy over hills of gray.

God's eternal light,
Giving hope through the darkest night.

The generating impulse that began creation,
And set the universe in motion.

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Friday Afternoon Thoughts

Weariness sets in
and the weekend approaches
inhale, exhale, laugh

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This Much I Know

This much I know!
Lowe is the only true magic there is.

This much I know!
Faith is breathing without air.

This much I know!
Without love and faith this life is merely existing.

This much I know!
Each individual has their own secret knowledge gained from experience.

This much I know!
Each individual is put on earth for a purpose.

This much I know!
When I read the Holy Scriptures of each religion,
I feel the Holy Spirit echoing.

This much I know!
The known to one individual can be speculation to another.

This much I know!
There is one God with many names.

This much I know!
Each star has its planets and each planet its own life forms.

This much I know!
A woman's intuition is important to a woman's survival.

This much I know!
Some people believe faith and speculation are the same thing.

This much I know!
Intuition allows the individual to know many things,
but you must accept intuition as a fact.


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Evening Shadows

Growing with Earth's slow rotation
shadows reach for the days lost youth,
like an elderly woman reminiscing
about the joys of yesterday.

Disappearing as night advances
shadows fade into the darkness,
like the disappointment of a elderly man,
letting go of yesterdays fears.

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My Muse Is A Skin Changer

I discovered that my muse is a skin changer. It morphs into another creature or item with each genre and subject I write in or about.

When I write about nature, my muse becomes an olive tree. As the wind blows through its leaves my words are transformed into bires nesting in its branches.

When I write poetry, my muse becomes a timber wolf stalking stanza and line through the forest of metaphor and simile.

When I write a personal essay, my muse is transformed into a crown of glory illuminating a snow capped peak . As the crown disappears in morning's light, the rays of the sun melts the snow blocking the paths of my creativity.

Ever day and every hour, my muse changes revealing a different aspect with each story, article, essay, or poem I write. I never know in what guise my muse will appear until it materializes. Knowing this about my muse, has helped me to recognize it when it appears to me.


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Thistledown

Growth occurs in the silent hours
when the mind pauses to reflect
on the day's events.

My eyes focus on a white cloud
moving across the firmament.

I watch it change,
as sections are torn from the main mass
by the wind in the upper atmosphere;
I watch it become wisps of gossamer
against the blue sky.

That could is my illusions
ripped apart by the day's events
leaving behind thistledown
to be dispersed
by the reality of my actions.

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Earth's Blessing

A rainbow arc spreads across the firmament,
voices praise in a thousand dialects
this paradigm of God's ancient covenant.

Voices raise intoning God's trillion names--
glorifying the mirrors of His attribute--
as they cross the bridge that connects
the rift valley that separates
into sects
the religion of God.

A rainbow spreads across Earth's continents,
mystic dance--
accompanied by castanets, bells, tambourines, lutes,
lyres, harps, dijeridus, bagpipes, musical bows,
reed flutes, talking drums, etc.--
as echoes reverberate and voices unite
into a single symphony
proclaiming that there is not a place on Earth
unblessed by the mention
of one of God's names.

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The Music of Children

In the music of children,
we live in unity:
One God, one race, one religion.

God lives in the music of children,
in the songs of the purified heart
God is reality.

A breath from the Kingdom of Glory,
carries the scent of the sanctified soul
in the music of children.

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Humanity

We are one family,
descends of the first migrations
out of Africa.

We are a single species,
descended from migrants
who sought new home
for numerous reasons.


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A Divine Creation

The soul is a divine creation!
A single undivided substance
that has neither beginning nor ending.

Its association,
with the body begs at conception.

The soul's association
with the body,
educates the human spirit;
gives it a chance to develop
the attributes
God endowed it with.

When the body dies
the spirit,
the soul,
ascend into the next world
taking with it
the attributes it developed
while in association
with the physical body.


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My Second Midlife Crises

This one is going to be fun!

New experiences
to lift my soul
out of its brown study;
out of the silent darkness
of the uncreated
and carry it
into the joyous chaos of action.

New experiences
to jump start my self-esteem,
and put my ego beyond
self absorption
into the realm of humanity.

New experiences
to split the atoms of fear
and melt
the elements of self-consciousness.

In the process of becoming
my true self,
I give birth to a new belief system
and the process of healing
kicks Humpty Dumpty off the wall of selfishness.

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Janusry Afternoon

Afternoon sunshine
Warms Las Vegas neighborhood
Scatters happiness

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Lie Exists

The miracle is that life exists!
It exists as coral on the ocean floor,
It exists as flowers in a hidden meadow,
and as trees on a snow capped mountain peak.

Life exists concealed in empty space!
It exists hidden from human eyes,
It exists concealed in the stone of comets,
It exists hidden as modules in asteroids,
and as living creatures on distant planets.

Life exist in the midnight of our fears,
It exists in the awesome joy of our hopes,
And in every direction of reality.

Life exists as a procedure to the enlightened,
It exists as a confirmation to the faithful,
And as instructions to the seeker.

Life exist in every corner of the universe;
It exists in every possible and impossible echo system;
And in an incalculable amount.

Life exists as humanity:
Humanity a single group,
and a single species sharing one planet.

Life exists under strenuous conditions,
That give a poet pause to think
and to immediately express the universe:
"We are the universe expressing itself!"

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Sunday Morning

a sparrow singing
morning sun casts dark shadows
pigeons are cooing

 

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Saturday's Pigeons

Saturday morning
Pigeons coo supplicating
Warmth from dawn's first rays

 

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Wind Shadows

The wind blows,
and shadows dance
across stone walls.

The wind blows,
and shadows of cold flames flicker.

 

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Sacred Scriptures

Out of context
The verses become beacons
Pulsating in the night.

In context
The verses are stars
Guiding the wayfarer home.

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Write it Today

That idea that is so near right now;
Will leave for part unknown;
Unless you write it down today.

 

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The Soul

The human spirit
is a bright blue flame burning
with the love of God.

 

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Divine Love

God's love is a pericarp,
A seed pod ready to burst,
To open the seeker's heart,
To faith's unquenchable thrust.

Love for God: a lighting rod,
Attached to the seeker's soul,
Attracting the love of God,
Revealing the seeker's goal.

God's love: a gravity well,
That captures the seeker's soul,
Then te4sts the seeker's will,
Obedience to God's goal.

Divine love is a guiding light,
Allows the seeker to move,
To ascend in joyous flight,
To pursue its goal: God's love.

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Thoughts on Nothing

Nothing can be achieved without the aid of God
One achieves nothing by doing nothing.
There is nothing more important then proclaiming the name of the Ancient Beauty.
Hope achieves nothing without action.
If no mistakes are being made it means nothing is being done.
Nothing can be achieved without obedience to God's Manifestation.
Good intentions alone achieve nothing.


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My Soul's Desire

To write
sonnets to the Pen of Glory,
and inscribe odes to the Primal Point.

To express my gratitude
in stanza and line,
in rhythm and rhyme,
in metaphor and simile
for my spirit's birth
in this age of transition.

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Morning

How beautiful is the morning,
with white could above,
and commuters going eastward,
to meet the rising sun.


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Midweek Haiku

A chill in the air
Suggests snow on The Mountain
Dreaming of spring

 

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Circle of Faith

The Great Spirit speaks
and humanity responds
to the voice of love.

The Great Spirit speaks
encircling the globe with love;
with His Covenant.

The Great Spirit speaks
through the Mirrors of His Manifestations
to each generation.


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Complete Silence

Silence
is never more complete than
when you are alone in a room.

You are the only person
on the planet or in the universe.

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Echoes From The Soul

Poetry is echoes from my soul,
descending through mind's corridors,
Whispering to my animal brain,
melodies of spiritual reality.

Rhyme is the right brain's interpretation,
of music descending from my spirit.
rhythms whose immortal melodies,
transcend physical reality.

Verse is the left brain's translation,
of echoes descending from my soul,
words cannot adequately express,
spiritual reality.


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Footprints

Verse by verse
I advance across
the sands of life.

Verse by verse
I leave a record
o my journey in the sands.

 

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Trust in God

Trust in God!
He is the strong,
         the invincible,
         The eternal creator.

Trust in God!
He sees us--
         not for what we are but--
                             for what we can be.

Trust in God!
His grace is eternal,
and His gifts are unending.




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Hope

The depth of our darkness,
and the murkiness of our shadows
reveals the brightness of our light.

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DNA: A Poem

Variegated threads entwine,
brad themselves
into rainbow cords of light,
weave themselves
into spiral stair cases
that reflect
cosmic diversity
and divine harmony.

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The First Saturday in January 2019

Gray Saturday
Clouds conceal winter's blue sky
My neighborhood is silent

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Organized

I am organized
I know what I want to do
The list is written

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Overcoming Worry

Intone the prayers of salvation,
Place all your troubles in the hands
Of the Glory of God,
And listen to the voice of faith,
Whispering "All is well!"
Or "It's going to be alright!"


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Birth of a Poem

Sometimes,
the verses are born
fully formed ready to
be written in black words on white paper.

Most time,
I see their conception,
nurture them through the embryonic stage
and bring them forth into reality.

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Blessing or Curse

Memory can be
a blessing or a curse;
it depends on  us.

We can dwell
on bad recollections
and be unhappy.

Or we can
focus on good memories
and be happy.

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Knowledge

Knowledge
Begins with God
His Manifestation
Is the focal point of mankind's
Knowledge


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Key to Success

See the end
in the beginning

Visualize
the completed goal
before you start.

 

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Universal Melody

Life is an echoing melody,
Reverberating through the Universe;
God is the unseen player,
Of the instrument of evolution.


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Unsheathed Claws

Claws of dawn
penetrate day's closed eyelids
drawing the scarlet hue of morning.

 

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The Universe

Cosmic mirror
Reflecting the Creator's glory
To the world of matter

 

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Unity Meditation

One planet
Encased in a shell of oxygen
Floats in an ocean of cold hydrogen
swarms the the constituents of
One race


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Meditation on Life in the Universe

Matter's spiral connects
gender to gender,
forming the double helix
that connects generation to generation.

Life is a spiral ascending
the ladder of evolution;
ring by ring Being climbs
out of the mire of matter.

Nebula by nebula
planetary systems condense:
are born into the realm of matter.

Star by star
life forms advance:
climb the spiral of evolution.


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Love's Secret Garden

Love has a secret garden
Where the flowers of eternity grow
I walk through this garden
I inhale the fragrance of faith
Roses open in the light of morning
Close as the sun sets in the west
Sleep comes on cats’ feet



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Friday: A Poem

Freya's day; the sixth day of creation;
Independence; weeks flower closing;
Thank God it’s Friday; workweek ends;
A wilted bloom in love’s garden;
An echo in the corridors of time;
Vesper day of the universe; joy;
Evening song of the workweek;
Looking forward to the weekend.
Freedom’s echo; autumn song of the week.


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Prayer Suggestion

When you pray
Pray with sincerity
Believing your prayer answered.

 

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Movement Forward

Each day I journey toward a distant crest,
Only at sunset do I dare rest,
A moment of pray before moving on
Step by step I advance toward my goal.


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Tranquility

I intone prayers
God’s Greatest Name echoes
Through a tranquil house

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Reflection: A Poem about the Bab

The reflection of God
The Bab proclaimed a new day
God’s Kingdom on Earth.

 

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Coffee Meditation

Coffee hot and black
The fragrance of dawn’s light
Wakes body and mind.

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Proclaimation of Faith

Baha’u’llah,
The Glory of God,
The one promised
In all the sacred scriptures.

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Scent of Meditation

I meditate
upon a picture of Abdu’l-Baha,
Servant of the Glory
And inhale the scent of roses


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Dissipating Worry

Weary of worry
I intone God’s Most Great Name
Dark clouds dissipate.

 

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Earth's Pain

Listen carefully
You can hear Earth’s scream echoing
Off the tops of mountains.

Listen to her agony
As mountain tops are removed
To feed corporation’s bottom line.

Listen as her pain
Reverberates
Through atmosphere and mantel,
As her children
Obedient to the gods of greed
Behead her mountains
And fracture her stone hard bones.

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Depression Versus Happiness

Depression weary
My soul desires happiness
The Glory of God

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Summer Memories: Echoes

Fighter jets echo
Their contrails reflect the sun,
Tourist look up,
While locals smile
Remembering we live close
To an Air Force base

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His Light: To Baha'u'llah

His light grows brighter each year
Reflected from the souls
Of His lovers

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Summer Memories: Early Morning

Hazy blue morning
Birds fly from tree to tree
Rising temperatures

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Winter Dawn

White wings reflect dawn
A dove flies past my window
Black velvet turns blue

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Sometimes

Sometimes I get tired of being me
I just want to be
A woman who is free
Unencumbered by responsibility.

Sometimes I don’t want to be me
I want to act irresponsibly
And to on a spending spree.



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Exigcenits of Creation

At the boundary of vision
The treeline obscures
The receding horizon

 

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