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Ponderable and poem for Tuesday, November 10, 2009

2009-11-10T05:49:23Z

There is no freedom from freedom--it endlessly compels us to do as we
choose.
Freedom Grounded
Hypnotized by young freedom,
I chased bedazzling baits of my choice
until pain came crashing through my doors.
Thank you very much, freedom.
And I ate choice foods with delight
until my older arteries became clogged

Ponderable and poem for Monday, November 9, 2009

2009-11-09T05:40:19Z

Every day is more evidence of forever.
Release from the Known
Where did we meet?
Where before have I seen
your steadfast resilience?
In the snow on a mountain?
Have I seen your eyes
in churning blues of seawater?
Has your voice laughed
in the rain on some porch roof?
My knowing fails.
Being with you

Ponderable and poem for Sunday, November 8, 2009

2009-11-08T05:11:00Z

To find out is human; to find in, divine.
Outwhere
A rocket breaking free
from Earth's gravity is,
by dint of direction,
traveling a trajectory
into outwhere.
No limit is seen
to what is outer,
but what is inner
offers with its
infinity a rainbow
and a promise.
Let rocket people
point their probing
within if they would

Ponderable and poem for Saturday, November 7, 2009

2009-11-07T06:21:24Z

Acquired wealth is more symptom than substance.
Graduation
Our ride
slows
to a halt
and the man says
"Everybody off."
We don't
quite know
where
we've been
and we're a
little dizzy
as we step
down into
the future.
*******
Alan Harris
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Ponderable and poem for Friday, November 6, 2009

2009-11-06T05:46:00Z

I, the thinnest word in the dictionary, easily slips into most of our
thoughts.
Briefing
Here is who you will be:
I. M. Ego
Selfville, Body
Remember your address
and don't neglect
to decorate your walls and
keep your place unsoiled.
You need to live here, yes,
because your past exertions
somehow built this place

Ponderable and poem for Thursday, November 5, 2009

2009-11-05T05:29:13Z

Each ballot is a bullet unshot.
Claire de Lune
Uncle Bill's piano rolls mellowly along,
Touching dim moods and whispering old warmth.
In its ethereal arc outside the window
The full moon is smooth and slow.
As Uncle Bill's fingers coax the keys
His cigar in the heavy green ashtray
Emits a flimsy plume of fragrance.

Ponderable and poem for Wednesday, November 4, 2009

2009-11-04T05:57:02Z

The small angers the small.
August Sunday
Pounding hammers sing
along with church choir anthem--
confusing rhythms.
Depth of azure sky
recedes to far galaxies
behind daylit moon.
A leaf waves gently
in a breath from summer's lungs,
then hangs green and still.

Ponderable and poem for Tuesday, November 3, 2009

2009-11-03T05:40:50Z

When one sits to meditate, the mind may at first sound like a jukebox
in a cathedral.
April of the Spirit
In this April Sunday
there is pure spirit
scenting all the air
like a sweet candle.
Spirit runs through me
like light through a prism
and splashes all my glands
with a rainbow of loving.
Spending spirit is a joy

Ponderable and poem for Monday, November 2, 2009

2009-11-02T06:01:59Z

The unforgiving are the most likely to do the unforgivable.
Asking the Quiet Fire
The Forest As Teacher
I ask the autumn forest where
my grandmother has gone.
The quiet fire replies,
"On down this road,
around a further bend."
I ask why she has gone so far.
Again I hear the forest's quiet fire,
"She isn't far, not far at all."

Ponderable and poem for Sunday, November 1, 2009

2009-11-01T06:58:03Z

A deed of love pulls a hidden string
that makes a bell in heaven ring.
An Apology for Art
Why more art?
Haven't we enough?
Well, a world of mostly dirt
demands more soap, yes?
A world parched with ugliness
thirsts for sips of beauty, no?
If creativity ever ceases,
that's all the shebang wrote.
*******

Ponderable and poem for Saturday, October 31, 2009

2009-10-31T06:45:20Z

A lighted candle has no fear of the dark.
Spirits and Spooks
A Rhyme for Halloween
Today is the ghost of the future's past--
your now is a ghost,
my now is a ghost,
for whatever we do will last.
There's hope for tomorrow's yesterday--
you are a hope,
I am a hope,
if we nourish each other today.
Regrets are old spooks that may rattle their chains--

Ponderable and poem for Friday, October 30, 2009

2009-10-30T06:14:14Z

Profound blessings move slowly because so much moves.
Dove
Dove rides windy wire,
placid in tumult, slim tail
flipping up and down.
*******
Alan Harris
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Ponderable and poem for Thursday, October 29, 2009

2009-10-29T05:40:19Z

Even perfection has its limitations. For example, a perfect square can
hardly roll.
Falls Visitor
A hundred feet from
Niagara's Horseshoe Falls
hurtling blindly down
with groaning gravitation
stood the antebuilding all
a-color inside, and a-glitz
with trinkets and toys
crafted in worldwide shacks.

Ponderable and poem for Wednesday, October 28, 2009

2009-10-28T05:34:46Z

Heaven isn't far--in fact, it's hugging us.
Two Wrinkles in Bliss
The sun is where
it needs to be.
Every breath
in every being
breathes the rhythm
of the Drummer.
All is permeating
every bit of all.
Except for the
peskiness of
atoms and egos,
might not this place
be heaven?
*******
Alan Harris
Thinker's Daily Ponderable

Ponderable and poem for Tuesday, October 27, 2009

2009-10-27T06:36:32Z

When truth needs a voice, silence lies.
Fireplace [title correction]
By the fireplace tonight
we are helping the fire warm us.
These flames are as old as pain
and as new as tomorrow's journey.
While the logs listen,
we think of stories to tell
that crackle and sizzle
and laugh into the air.
We confess old secrets