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Ponderable and poem for Friday, November 27, 2009
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If contentment is enlightenment, then a cow is Buddha.
My Cow, My Guru
My brown cow
lives in the now.
How?
Nohow.
Quantity and time and hay slide
through her unnoticed. She
doesn't count her stomachs
or her breaths or her days.
She seeks no acupuncture
treatments, nor does she
brew herbal teas.... more »
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Ponderable and poem for Thursday, November 26, 2009
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Undone tasks quickly have children and grandchildren. How I Clean
As a vaccer
I'm a slacker;
as a hacker
I'm a stacker.
I have trouble
sorting rubble
till it's double
triple double.
I go all out
till I stall out,
then I haul out
all the fallout.
*******
Alan Harris
Thinker's Daily Ponderable... more »
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Ponderable and poem for Wednesday, November 25, 2009
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We depend upon each other for our independence.
Together
There was never a never
so always as forever
nor a permanence
so flimsy as finished.
There was never a happy
so permanent as joy
nor a falseness so
fleeting as autonomy.
Insulation clothes well
till it suffocates,
and protection is safe... more »
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Ponderable and poem for Tuesday, November 24, 2009
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You are not what you do, but what you do anyway.
Sensing a Future
In this shaky world
where up and down
are definitely known
but gravitation still
poses big perplexities
we'd sometimes like
to shake off atoms
and take a guided
tour of the possible
and if such a ride
were available for... more »
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Ponderable and poem for Monday, November 23, 2009
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A dangerous place to stand is in the way of someone else's highest calling.
Pressure
In a house where Usually prevails,
where Always-used-to guides,
where What-other-people-think
and Never-been-done-before deter,
a cork may pop one day up
out of a pressurized bottle
to let wine spray the ceiling... more »
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Ponderable and poem for Sunday, November 22, 2009
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We age in years, but we mature in moments.
Nominal
Nothing got
my mother's goat
for long--
she'd settle it.
I had become far too old
to be calling her Mommy
but still was
and didn't want to
but couldn't change.
One day while practicing
my trumpet in the basement
(in deference to TV watchers)... more »
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Ponderable and poem for Saturday, November 21, 2009
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The heart is the best advisor, and also the nearest.
Permissions
From whom does your life
have its license to live?
Not from Rome or Scriptures
or fine-robed Interpreters--
not from parent or teacher,
policeman or mayor.
Your frame can be governed
but your heart heeds the One
as butterflies do... more »
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Ponderable and poem for Friday, November 20, 2009
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Higher education trains your mind to feel good later by making it feel terrible now.
No Darkness, No Diamonds
If life is going well,
don't write.
Know why?
'Cause you can't.
Know why?
'Cause your creativity
is all clogged up
with contentment.
Writing amidst blessings
is bleeding without wounds.... more »
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Ponderable and poem for Thursday, November 19, 2009
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Plants reach out for the light, while humans reach in.
Keeping Here
I wake to morning's
window-filtered sounds
and hear a
cardinal outside
my bedroom,
daring to fill
the early air with a
questioning refrain:
"Where's here?
Where's here?
Where's here?"
An idea flashes brainward... more »
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Ponderable and poem for Wednesday, November 18, 2009
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You may wish on a star, but you get what you are. Grief Is a Thief
Grief is a thief
you have urged
to take you away
but with your own
key locks you,
wet with tears,
inside your musty
woolen closet and
turns out the light.
Dark in your trap
shared with moths
you cry long past dry... more »
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