Sunday, April 5, 2020

April 5, 2020: Advice I Haven't Quite Followed

Advice I Haven’t Quite Followed

Know what’s good for you.
Be the kind of a friend who can follow through,
And the ways you could offer some help,
Though you may not get much return.
Always consider what there is to be learned
Not just from the hand you’ve been dealt.

Who am I to say
How to live your life as you pass on your way,
When I’ve struggled so hard to manage my own.
Our patterns revolve,
And to break through, somehow we must get involved:
None of us makes it alone.

That’s how it seems,
But what you’ve got to do to reach your dreams?
It’s a process that’s got to be yours.
It’s not advice that I’ve completely followed.
Commitment is always so hard to swallow!
Still, I would like to open some doors.

Saturday, April 4, 2020

April 4, 2020: Deep Woman River

Deep Woman River

It’s not that you’re extra quiet.
I’ve come for adventure.  You’re letting me try it.
But when I give you my spiel, it’s not like you to buy it,
And I’m wondering what’s really so.
You’re sensuous, but I’ve gone past the slurry.
I have not found any reason to worry,
Because you don’t seem to be in any big hurry,
And I can give myself up to your flow!

You’ve already been nourished by so many streams,
While reflecting the sun, the stars, and the moon-beams,
Passing through the forests, absorbing their dreams
With your current that never stops!
You’re a presence in which the fish can swim:
Hidden passions in a world so dim,
While you weave around islands that you move at your whim,
Or through channels that water the crops.

Chorus:
I want to honor these pathways I’ve known;
Sweet communions, taken mostly alone,
Which have brought me the lessons I needed to learn
As I moved through life’s changes; its twists and turns:
Nature in its own intelligence;
I in responsive innocence,
Building my wisdom and confidence;
Giving my thanks to Providence.

It’s not exactly what you have to say
In the changing weather, which allows you to play.
The centuries pass and you're still on your way
As you let people do as they will:
Fishing from shore, or pushing a barge,
Or on a river excursion, living large.
Engineers might think that they are in charge,
But without you is thirst unfulfilled.

At some point, I’ll have to find my way out.
There are so many passions that my life is about.
She’s carried me on a wonderful route.
Through refreshing currents I’ve roamed!
I look ahead, and she shows me the shore.
The sun is setting, and I cannot ignore:
It’s a parting sorrow that I’ve gone through before,
But I need to find my way home!

Chorus

Friday, April 3, 2020

April 3, 2020: Phoebe

Phoebe

I feel your fragile openness is something like a flower,
Shining within life’s brokenness in a stillness that’s full of power . . .
You do like to keep in control, and handle things case by case,
Very careful to keep in your role, but exuding compassion and grace.
I can see you have built up a wall, and look out with strategic mind.
I fear you, but then, when I give you a call, you’re almost always kind.

Somehow, I still don’t comprehend what brings you to where you are.
I feel you’ve been torn and are trying to mend.
If I’m digging too deep, I don’t mean to offend.
I know it’s hard, but you’re willing to be my friend.
We can go play some pool in a bar!

You’re more often than not rather indirect in the things that you ask or express;
Complaints, exhaustion are circumspect ways of saying you’re in distress.
Sometimes, you’re strong and daring, and your freedom seems almost sublime;
An open person who’s open to sharing, but then you’ll say you don’t have the time!
And I want to open you up.  I want to put you at ease,
But while trying to win your trust, you almost always freeze.

Somehow, I still don’t comprehend what brings you to where you are.
I feel you’ve been torn and are trying to mend.
If I’m digging too deep, I don’t mean to offend.
I know it’s hard, but you’re willing to be my friend,
But you’re afraid I might take you too far.

My sense is that you’ve been shattered in the effort to get close to men,
And you want to find what matters, and not be entangled again.
Though you know I would treat you well, and I would work towards understanding,
Still, you don’t want to crawl back into a shell of what might seem too demanding.
So you follow the paths of your duty, and you try to be loving but light.
When you look at life in its beauty, you’re strong and you feel alright.

Somehow, I still don’t comprehend what brings you to where you are.
I feel you’ve been torn and are trying to mend.
If I’m digging too deep, I don’t mean to offend.
I know it’s hard, but you’re willing to be my friend,
Despite the bruises beneath the scars.

Your love is warm and soothing like an evening summer breeze.
You touch me but you keep on moving, but you’re not just trying to tease.
You give what it is you have to give.  You’re not afraid to take a stand.
But the approach-avoidance in how you live makes it hard for me to lend you a hand.
I feel your fragile openness Is something like a flower,
Shining within life’s brokenness which has made a place for your power.

Somehow, I still don’t comprehend what brings you to where you are.
I feel you’ve been torn and are trying to mend.
If I’m digging too deep, I don’t mean to offend.
I know it’s hard, but you’re willing to be my friend,
I see you shine like a star!


Thursday, April 2, 2020

April 2, 2020: Integrity: Righteousness and Knowing

Integrity:  Righteousness and Knowing

The basis of my own integrity
Is my commitment to what is true and right.
I admit that in life’s complexity,
It’s never completely in sight.
Large issues are not black and white!

Yet some say that nothing is right or wrong:
That it all depends on a person’s perspective.
Saying, it’s helpful if we’re able to “get along”
While each of us follows our own objective,
Emphasizing what proves “effective”.

Here, the case for community can well be made -
That what serves the one is drawn from the whole,
Through mindful detachment; through honest trade . . .
Yet, these aren’t the constraints by which everyone rolls,
Nor the most direct methods for reaching a goal!

I think of how nature has run its course
Without the necessity for a drawn-out plan!
Yet the interaction of various forces
Creates some balance in its slow-changing spans,
And diversity branching from where life began.

We might say, “It’s all good” from that cosmic view,
But not for a group or an individual
Where life’s limitations ring all too true;
Where we struggle to determine what values will rule,
To say “It’s all good” is both shallow and cruel!

We gain a concept of bad and good
From what makes a pleasing combination.
We imagine things happen the way they should
When they meet a reasonable expectation,
Or when there’s a plausible explanation.

To engage with life, we must be aware:
Must make distinctions, both sharp and broad;
Must recognize how space is shared;
That both nature and cultures must follow their laws,
And there are many elements in every cause.

Then, in setting out to secure success,
We must begin with a dream,
But to fashion it is a process,
And rarely a singular scheme:
Things are never quite what they may seem!

As we live, we acquire understanding
Of what nurtures social and personal health;
The part we would play through our social standing;
Our strengths, our weakness; our pathways to wealth;
The dimensions through which we may find the Self.

For that, a person must aim to be true
To a basic sense of what’s right, and their knowing,
Which determines what they will choose to do
To live with others, and to keep on growing:
Secure in their roots and in where they are going.

Whatever our intent or position,
We have got to acquire the relevant facts
By which we can make an effective decision
About whether and how we need to act,
And it’s oft got to be exact!

And in every group, there are social norms
That define a process, or a standard, to which all agree:
So a dance can take place in it’s proper form,
Or production can work with consistency,
Or music be played in its harmony.

Some things in life are arbitrary:
Someone in charge makes eccentric demands.
Eccentric ideas become customary
We know that it’s not in our hands.
We must choose where to take our stand,

Especially since there are higher principles:
Like, the path of love, and the path of what’s just.
They may be described in poems and symbols,
In one’s Faith, or a quality in which we can trust,
Which we choose when we sense that we must!
  
In our knowings, we must know our main concerns.
There will always be subjective and objective elements.
What’s at stake-and-for-who?  What’s needed to learn?
What foresight have we, and what defense?
What grounding to give us our confidence?

What’s right and wrong will not always be clear,
But we have principles to guide us into being aligned,
So when conflicts arise - and they’re sure to appear,
We can respond with a soundness of heart and mind,
And not just react as we may be inclined!

Life will always test our metal.
What’s our price and our standard for “getting along”?
It doesn’t set well when we always settle,
So we need to take courage; We gotta be strong
When we know that there’s something wrong!

Yes - there is value, and a time for toleration.
It’s not wise to jump to a quick conclusion,
But there’s limits to the gains of investigation:
When it seems we’re involved in unwholesome collusion,
I don’t want to remain in a place of confusion!

There are always going to be consequences
From taking the byways where we’ve chosen to go.
Sometimes, it will make a difference
What we think and what we actually know.
My higher I-deal is where I must flow!

Wednesday, April 1, 2020

April 1, 2002: Retail Sales

Retail Sales

Two aspects of running a store:
Sometimes it’s hectic, and sometimes it’s a bore.

There are so many items to put on the shelf,
Including your thoughts; your thoughts of yourself.

And then there are the customers that “always come first”.
They are the best, but they are also the worst!

Some problems are easy, but some are complex.
You don’t always know just what to do next.

The limits can vary on your going beyond:
The volume of clients, and the way that you bond.

But if you really don’t know how to meet a request,
You say, “I’ve run out of options.  I’ve done my best.”

Of course, you want to make some kind of sale!
But let it go.  Most often, you fail!

People return if they think that you care;
That you wish them the best, and you try to be fair.

April 30, 2021: Making My Way

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