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Ponderable and poem for Sunday, November 8, 2009

m...@alharris.com (Alan Harris) — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 05:11:00 UT

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

m...@alharris.com (Alan Harris) — Sat, 07 Nov 2009 06:21:24 UT

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

m...@alharris.com (Alan Harris) — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 05:46:00 UT

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

m...@alharris.com (Alan Harris) — Thu, 05 Nov 2009 05:29:13 UT

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

m...@alharris.com (Alan Harris) — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 05:57:02 UT

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

m...@alharris.com (Alan Harris) — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 05:40:50 UT

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

m...@alharris.com (Alan Harris) — Mon, 02 Nov 2009 06:01:59 UT

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

m...@alharris.com (Alan Harris) — Sun, 01 Nov 2009 06:58:03 UT

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

m...@alharris.com (Alan Harris) — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 06:45:20 UT

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

m...@alharris.com (Alan Harris) — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 06:14:14 UT

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

m...@alharris.com (Alan Harris) — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 05:40:19 UT

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

m...@alharris.com (Alan Harris) — Wed, 28 Oct 2009 05:34:46 UT

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

m...@alharris.com (Alan Harris) — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 06:36:32 UT

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

Ponderable and poem for Tuesday, October 27, 2009

m...@alharris.com (Alan Harris) — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 06:35:25 UT

When truth needs a voice, silence lies.
From Beyond
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
and fresh hopes, surprised

Ponderable and poem for Monday, October 26, 2009

m...@alharris.com (Alan Harris) — Mon, 26 Oct 2009 05:42:11 UT

Irritation is a universal poison for which forgiveness is a universal
antidote.
From Beyond
Dedicated to the Memory
of Gerald R. Detmers
(1934-1998)
Floral gatherings
are here tagged
with your sympathetic
signatures,
reprimanding
my hastification
toward the flimsy
hand of freedom
that lifts me
into the underheights.