last moments on earth

our last moments on earth are always a surprise
we find things here anew
things that we have always had
now seeing them with a perspective of limited time
when we ask ourselves how we know we are alive
it is only measured by knowing we too will die
we all shall pass be it by our hearts or heads
into the universe where we have always been
last moments are the same as every moment
they are the here and now whether we count them or not
the only question is how to act
knowing that this too shall pass
yet realization unfolds with pollinated experience
where thought becomes deed, where we live towards death
only to see death in life
what a paradox to consider in being aware
the moment can not carry fear or anything we hold dear
put down our bags for to watch the moment
layback for the fireworks to unfold being the fire
wade in the stream to unfold being the water
open the gateless gate to unfold being moments last
we will surprise ourselves being here
if we are aware we will know we wont always be here
we will always be here

simple

walking barefoot
counting toes
a clear day
clears woes away

simple is as simple does
it is what is
and not what was

sitting silent
grass and skin
words set free
a mind not me

simple is as simple does
it is what is
and not what was

empty knowing
finding wise
experience
never nonsense

simple is as simple does
it is what is
and not what was

inhale simply
simply be
simply be
exhale simply

Look Into The Eye Of a Universe

I close my eyes and withdrawal down inside,
and there, the eye of my universe.
In a reflecting pool of evaporating time,
the images swirl.
Sensed by the soul, braille for the heart,
a message which read with feeling.
The slug of humidity breathing sand,
which is known to exfoliate emotion.
A handshake connected to compassion
leading a peacemaker,
as the moon waves the tides
through coconut trees.
The image was still.
The punctured stars in the sky
shed light like fingers, like spiny sea anemone.
In slight angle to the green sea of my retina
was a shimmery shadow of a man,
wading above and below the surface
of a mystery shifting,
with the great horizon of awareness
encircling the scene.
Be it me or be it not me,
reflecting is a universe
which no other can see,
for others would mean another me.
Another universe might see differently.

Unique Humanosity

I’m just a simple man,
Singing a simple song.
Why can’t we all just get along.
This is our unique humanosity:
The innate ability for inner peace,
And inner peace means outer peace,
Means a world that gets along.
It’s a simple song
Of what I call
Our humanosity.
Unique humanosity
Sets our ability for feeling,
For understanding freedom.
Unique humanosity
Grants us the unbounded creativity
Both in and outside the boundaries,
A paradox of individuality and interconnectivity
Humanosity:
An unlimited spectrum of perceptions.
I say it’s a simple choice
To create your reality
Being aware of Being,
That’s unique humanosity
That’s the art of being.

Enviro-Moments Yosemite National Park

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So much has happened in this world of my being. I am grateful for every step I've taken. I have decided to join the peace corps and fight for peace (oxymoron?). I can only hope to grow beyond my dreams, beyond Americana hopes, and beyond politics and borders. There is much to come, much to do, and already much excitement in the air. I will update and upload, for the upside of smiles is over and under the rainbow. much peace.

Down River

Where to my hopes will foam,
And where to the feathers
Call their home,
Just down river.
Some days I find my heart’s
Gravity in a muddy
whirlpool, a spinning nitty-gritty,
Just down river.
Ending at free will
Falls, the landing of manifest destiny,
The beginning of being,
Just down river.
And to nowhere the universe
Flows, the star silt clay floats
With buoyant divine undertows,
Just down river.