What wonders exist beyond our mortal coyle, what visual delights await our eternal soul. Do we as a people forget our destiny? Do we get caught up in our bumbling shortsighted society. Are we more than we appear, can we wing our way to breathless nebula.

New Poem - Visions of a Madman

Visions of a madman

I sit in darkness, restless
assembling tendrils of random thought
my minds eye flashes with dream like scenes
I long to express my visions and conceptualization

My mind is racing, churning, from simple to sublime
Considering mysterious realms that give a mind sight
My heart whispers of a misty lost vision

Mental construct, I build a world of wonder and cerebral flight
no spires too high nor space too deep
I soar on gossamer wings through breathless nebula

I am endless in possibilities and span the vicissitudes of time
twinkling cluster of stars I pluck your essence as fruit
space and time have no meaning but reference to the eye

I am eternal, and in my consciousness see the face of God
Is this heaven, or just the visions of a madman

Stuff, toys and possessions

We as people are so much more than the things we possess, yet the "American Way" is earning money to Buy Buy Buy. I have always wondered how people could afford all the stuff! Unfortunately, Americans are deep in debt, it reminds me of a Bible verse "why do you work for that which is not bread?".
All I can say is it's a psychological battle, we are barraged by the media to buy everything that tickles our fancy, whether we need it or not. We try to fullfill some need we have in our mind / heart for something interesting or new. I am no different, I have been in that battle, I am experienced in acquisition, more stuff than I need or even want. I wish I could turn back the clock and not buy so much. I feel burdened by all the stuff. I do try to view possessions as tools, vehicles as transportation, high tech toys as keeping up with technology, my music equipment as a means to express my "Art". It's all a trap however, emotional entanglement with inanimate items. But redemption is near, all you have to do is sell off the stuff. I am trying, but most things will only fetch pennies on the dollar, and old tech is mostly worthless. I have actually thrown 2 laptops in the trash can, and given away much other stuff. Why can't I control myself? Is it my insecurity or are we all in that same boat, falling victim to the media onslaught of consumerism? Part of the answer is setting priorities, spirituality and investing in people, I am still learning.

Poem - The Mountain Stream

Softly whispering her secrets in a thousand unknown tongues

She calms my mind and lifts my spirit "peace, peace" says she

Caressing my lips with rivulets of liquid coolness,
she gives me life and satisfies the deep longings of my soul

Her endless flow brings supple smoothness to the roughest stone and glids gently down, down

Her strength is mighty,
small and wondering at first, she gathers herself like a summer storm
ever moving, pushing, finding the path, and lower, rushing

Now falling, flying to the valley below
her hair is misty, lite and swirling, taking flight
the sunlight through her billowing locks lights a rainbow of colors

Make way! she shouts, now raging,
a cacophony of sound drowning the song of every bird

A mighty torrent is she, washing all in her path, searching
where is my family? she wonders,
she broadens her coasts and gives the mariner safe passage

There ahead in the vista, she gathers herself and meets her children
waiting for her, calling
finally she is complete, her mighty rythimic rush, rush now laping at the shore
this is the cycle of life

The Mountain Stream wins an award, SO WHAT!

I was happy to hear that my poem "The Mountain Stream" won the Editors Choice award in the international competition at poetry.com. I am in the running for the $10,000 prize.

It does a lot for my ego but what is the real nature of "Self Worth"? Do we live to feel worthy of Love or admiration? What if we are a failure in life, is life not worth living. Let's explore

It's all a mater of perspective, wealthy & successful people can feel just as "unworthy" as the total failure who is a cast off from society. Is it about our appearance, many think so, plastic surgery and makeup / clothing are billion dollar businesses. Does our self worth hinge on our success or feeling successful? If so then all we have to do is stop looking at ourselves and thinking about our happiness and help someone else to feel worthy. Let's consider RW Emerson's view of success.

"To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded."