The essence of an issue is what matters
Some basic principles that form a core
A premise lays the initial foundation
From which success may ultimately soar
An outline maps the path to progress
Charting key actions along the way
Milestones mark completion of steps
Performance celebrated on important days
Preparation can be a most tiresome bore
Filled with repetition and effort unseen
But then onstage, the effort will look easy
And watchers will shine an appreciative sheen
Read MoreWith six gears forward, and one gear back
Manual transmissions beget a minimal degree of slack
Downshifting fosters engine braking when properly done
But I find acceleration upwards to be the most fun
Picking up speed while working gears 2 through 5
Then a final clutch to drop down into overdrive
Alas the speed limit's met at merely 2300 RPM
It's my GTI that wants my foot to issue many more of them ...
Asking Mom and Telling Dad =
Maternal permission +
Paternal commission
An October evening, crisp is the air
The blowing wind toys with my hair
The pizza pickup is a short walk away
Take-out's the call after a busy day
Two personal pies - one gluten free
For Sunday night football is soon on TV
We'll be ready and set to bring our cheer
With slices and drinks, to the couch we'll steer
Our team needs a win, that's for sure
Oh pleeease don't let our offense be a bore
Read MoreThe square root of four is the number two
And one plus one adds to me and you
In a linear equation that's most dear and true
Repeating generationally in a miraculous hue
Feelings flow from the heart; beliefs are born by the brain
By quieting down conscious thought, the glory of grace can be obtained
Around the corner, around the bend
An unknown future winds and wends
Today, tomorrow, and next month too
It doesn't matter the point of view
The present appears one second at a time
Accept what is now, it can be sublime
Read MoreThe lawn from afar looks perfectly pristine - carefully clipped in a pattern of green
As the blades of grass beckon naked toes, it's what lurks beneath that is hard to know
I crave a connection to Mother Earth for the grace that comes with innocence rebirthed
Oneness held hostage by laces pulled tight that constrain the joy of vulnerable delight
The answer is clear as to what to do - to tread barefoot, not armored with a shoe
Ego and empathy are a dichotomy for me
One seems an entrapment; the other to be free
Unconditional love is the purest vibration
A centered perception, not judgemental exhortation
Truth comes from teachings, both East and West
Not from an Ego that ranks one as the best
Our coffee machine goes drip drip
We're anxiously awaiting some sips
The aroma is so fine
The flavor will be divine
But for now we must purse our lips
The buzzer finally sings “Beep beep”
The hot water has finished its seep
Reaching up for a mug
Wanting a handle to tug
But the cabinet is bare ..."Oh bleep"
And the dishwasher we forgot to run
The mugs stashed inside are undone
Time to wet down a sponge
To cleanse the old grunge
Yes, this battle for java will be won
The carafe into mugs we now pour
Then some milk from the ice box door
The aroma is so fine
The taste - just divine
Ahhh, this moment we can now adore
Read MoreSome Western thinkers of philosophy gathered and dreamt of a party. This collaboration caused a few to rue - with the shopping becoming a divisive to-do:
In the end the libations did flow, the participants relaxed and their wisdom showed through. Thoughts were shared collectively in this fabled philosopher fantasy.
Read MoreThe wail of the wind beyond the door trumps the sound of water decending in a pour
This morning's ritual requires a brew of roasted beans that some farmer grew
Ceramic mugs are cradled and caressed, their content savored with reverence
Languidly lingering, high and dry, while watching through windows rain droplets fly
Successive sips form a rhythm that flows into an emergent awakening from head to toes
Our daily quest for caffeinated bliss is a waypoint from dreams to consciousness
Past, present and future are merely a tense
It's oneness with Source that is an eternal sense
So find a focus on what is innately true
And eschew the Ego for a most glorious hue
When riding a bike down the middle of a hall, maintaining equidistance from each of the walls, you follow a pathway so equal and true, leading to a moment that is so beautifully you.
An Irish Spring is fragrantly nice
Ivory shares the same color as rice
Dial a Dove to heal some strife
No matter what have a Zest for life