In The Beginning Is The Why

In the Beginning is The Why

Then the journey – it begins with a dream

The dream becomes a goal

The goal becomes a plan

The plan becomes a set of action steps

The action steps become the cause

Feedback is the effect

Adjustment is the wisdom of response beyond reaction

Actions are the children of each adjustment

And joy is the fuel – passion the key – the offspring and wellspring from the original Why

In the End there is The Result

And so, we begin again.

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Pupils WIDE Open

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Pupils W-I-D-E Open

The Caterpillar cried, “It’s the End of the World!”

The Butterfly sighed, “It’s the Beginning!”

The Caterpillar spat, “You’re mad and deranged!”

The Butterfly said then, “Just kidding!”

For when the student is ready,

The Master will appear.

But until that time arrives

You’d better not be clear!

{Instead}

Talk in parables and rhymes

In riddles and in stories

Or you’re words will be judged as crimes

Begetting hate, not glory.

Best to keep one’s mouth shut

In the presence of the ‘deaf’

For only when their ears are opened

Can you bring them life, not death.

Never force feed the satiated

Their glass not half but full

For they will rend you in an instant

Declaring you, “The Fool!”

You can tell when they are ready

By a twinkle in their eye

Only then, can you share reality

The Truth, and not their Lie.

Oh, half the World’s in darkness

The other in The Light

But which half’s which is tricky

Not clear as Day and Night.

I know those souls who are waiting

They’re often drawn to me

Their pupils anticipating

The words that set them free.

Seeking Revelation?

Then read behind my lines.

For hidden betwixt the syllables

Your lesson you will find.

But if you’re yet happy with your life

There’s no need to seek a pearl

Just soldier on until you twig

It’s the Ending of Your World!

Lex

My Spirit Is A Kite

My Spirit is a Kite

My Spirit is a Kite

And You, My Love, are the gentle breath on the breeze

Whispering to me,

Calling me higher,

Bidding me to soar with you.

But I am Earthbound

The earthen vessel of my body,

Temporary home for my heart.

Let us not yearn too soon for freedom.

My soul is the cord that connects us,

And it is strumming to the beat of your heart.

I can fly high enough in my own way,

A foretaste of that ultimate liberty

That is to come.

[Silent thought: But first, there is work yet left undone.]

 

In my moment of need you gave me your gift of words

In my moment of need, you gave me your gift of words.

As I lay at the wayside,

Bleeding

Scarred

Scared

And

You told me how much our moments together meant to you.

In my hour of need, you covered me with clichés.

As I stood before you naked

Exposed

Shivering

Terrified

And

You shared with me how our friendship gave you such a lovely warm feeling.

In the time I needed you most, you poured out your wisdom.

I had no money for food

No funds for fuel

Nor hope for the future

And

You told me how much you valued the time we spent together.

.

..

Then she came.

She saw me bleeding at the wayside

And

She said nothing.

Then

She cleansed my wounds

Then

She sewed the torn flesh

Then

She bandaged my broken body

Then

She clothed me in her own robe

Then

She fed me…

No message was upon her lips

Save for the warmth of her smile

Reflecting the fire of compassion in her eyes

She held me safe ’til I slept in peace

Forever

In her arms

Embraced

A child again

In silence

Poem: Discovering the Kingdom

In the Spring of My Life

I knew it all!

(With no awareness

Of the coming Fall)…

 

Then Summer came

And I began to doubt

As all Life’s contradictions

Confronted and

Came out…

 

Only in the Fall

Does it all begin to make sense;

Now I can see the boundaries

And stop sitting on the fence.

 

So as the Winter of my life draws near

The occluding mists of Spring and Summer have cleared,

The Autumn fog at long last departs

And I can finally see clearly in my heart.

 

Yes, the Kingdom is within.

What Was Jesus Thinking?

I went the extra mile for you…

You didn’t say, “Thank You!”

And at the end of our journey

Together

You were richer

I was the poorer…

What was Jesus thinking?

I turned the other cheek…

And you hit me again.

My lip is bleeding

And my heart is bruised;

What was Jesus thinking?

Then I realised that Jesus

Didn’t ask me to go the extra mile for you

I realised that Jesus

Didn’t ask me to turn the other cheek for you

He did it for my sake

He did everything for my sake

Going the extra mile is good for me

Turning the other cheek is good for me

Forgiving you is good for me

Just as Jesus did for me.

But you, well, you need help.