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Live, While I Wait….

I am

In space.

My energy freed from a fragile shell of skin and bones.

I am.

More than I’ve ever been, I am now.

Time is of no consequence,

It’s iron chains no longer weigh upon my conscience.

Part, now, of the infinite universe.

Free as I once was, returned to my original state.

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photo credit to n a s a

No longer tied to a planet,

No longer driven by the sun.

Holy stillness.

Peace, pure and perfect.

Silence, beautiful and consoling.

This is the death that awaits me,  and I live for it.

 

 


Promises

Losing a child is an unfathomable event, but these things I promise you:

You will feel like your body has failed you. It hasn’t. And someday it will prove this to you.

You will feel as if the darkness inside has no end, and no matter how bright the sun, there will never be a light in your heart again.  But the darkness will eventually give way to light, time is your friend.

You will feel that you will never be able to manage a genuine smile again. A day will come, though, when that smile crosses your face and you realize you have survived somehow.

You will feel like no one can understand your pain. You will be right. But there are those who would at least help carry it for a minute. There are those who will at least validate your heartbreak.

You will feel robbed, indeed you have been. Yet there are gifts that arrive with the pain – deeper understanding, greater appreciation of joy, the ability to live in the moment.

You will be tempted towards bitterness, it can’t be helped. However, the human spirit is strong and resilient, you will be able to find peace instead.

You will be angry. It’s okay. There is nothing fair or right or just about this, your anger is righteous.

You will die inside from grief, but I promise you will live again one day for happiness.

 

 


Bird Wise

The sparrow picks away at some wiggly delight in the yard.  The young morning is sweet with new light.  Work, already.

The natural wont for us to be busy.  Eons old, the compulsion can not be stifled. Fend for a living.

When is man happier than when he provides for his family?  When is woman more confident than when pursuing her passion?  Innate career goals.

I took a moment, a long quiet nurturing moment, to watch the scrub jay sitting in happy calm upon a fence post.   I learned  much.

The winged territorial animal just IS.   He seemed content within himself and his circumstance.  I thought.

Awareness has its drawbacks.  The jay is unconscious of the abstract. Free from its weight.

I released the stress that greeted my day.  Instead I simply saw the present.   Minuscule part of an infinite whole.

I sit and hear a robin perched high in a confident cedar.  Her song is cheerful, seductive.  I am reminded.

It is important to listen, just watch and observe.  Thus I feed the well waters of my soul. I enjoy.

She has no care! she will survive today and that is all that matters.   She sings, not knowing that I am moved.   I have my own song.

I will sing it.

 

 

 

 


Brevity

A moment

To smile

Tell our tale

Wipe away a tear

Short life

Performed in an instant

Born, create, die

Smallest of dots

On a scale of grandeur

We are

Reduce to the bare

What is left?

A minute

To do and become

Breathe and observe

Appreciate and indulge

Brief

Work this gig…

With all your might.

 

 


Ideal

 

I admit I have a wont

For perfection in every thing

In my home, my work,

And even my society.

 

I hold the standard high, Proclaim

“This! This is what we can achieve.”

Here’s a goal on which to fix our gaze.”

 

High and lofty are Ideals.

In their absence we’ve

No kind of map or compass,

No social steering wheel.

 

The Ideal is not realistic,

I get it.

It’s never played out or lived.

 

Yet without It’s fire and passion,

Without It’s noble dream,

There is no vision and we’re left to wander,

“Where do I go from here?”

 


The Inability to Sit Still

A dear friend of mine, an amazingly talented painter, posted these words the other day.

“Unless it comes out of your soul like  a rocket.

Unless sitting still would drive you to madness, or suicide, or murder, don’t do it.

Unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don’t do it.

When it is truly time and if you are chosen,

Then it will do it by itself and it will keep doing it until you die or it dies within you.

There is no other way,

and there never has been.”   Charles Bukowski

 

I’ve thought about sitting still.  I’ve thought often about throwing away the idea of writing completely. It’s not something I do in my spare time, I’ve quit a full time job with benefits in order to work part time, giving me the energy and opportunity to write.  But there are days when I realize that the ‘writing clock’ is almost as slow as the geological clock of the earth and I am certain I don’t have the patience to see it through.  Yet when I really think about it, when I really weigh the consequences of walking away, I always come back to the same thought:  I would explode with all the unwritten ideas, I would forever wonder how many lives I could have affected – even in the smallest of ways.   “Sitting still” would indeed drive me to “madness, or suicide, or murder.”

I am thankful for the inability to sit still however. Such energy lets me know that I am in the right place, doing the right thing.  If I were comfortable enough to sit still, if I possessed the wherewithal to take it out of me and set it aside, then maybe its not for me after all.  Maybe I don’t have the passion it takes to make it work.   If that’s the case then I am better off finding a thing that does invoke my passion, writing is difficult enough without it.

I know I can’t ever sit still though, and I know there are many of you out there who can’t either and whose gut burns with a bright sun. May we encourage each other to wait until it is ‘truly time’.

Here’s to a great week kids, and the inability to ‘sit still’.

Yours,  Frankie

 

 


Heartbeat

Pa Dum, Pa Dum, Pa Dum

heartbeat

Mere nodule of cells,

Clumped, assigned together

DNA Laws ensure a predictable tether.

Beginnings of our existence

Marked with steady cadence.

Life, defined with particular rhythm

Pa Dum, Pa Dum, Pa Dum

In song and pace of walk,

Poetic syntax, even sonic movie motif

The beat is Universal

Carried, performed, within each

Pulse of our commencement

Echo of our very start

Our soul is soothed at its sound

In it we find peace, and comfort

Pa Dum, Pa Dum, Pa Dum.


To Be Part Of a Thing, If Only For a Moment

 

To be part of a thing, if only for a moment, can change a boy into a man.

To know the struggle of discipline and reap its reward,

To see the value of taking one’s self out of the equation and putting the team first.

To overcome the critics, ignore the score at halftime, and finish to win the game.

That is what it means to be part of a thing, if only for a moment.

 

That moment will carry you for the remainder of your life.

It will define your sense of worth and purpose,

Show you a direction you never knew you could take,

Give you a kind of confidence you wouldn’t own otherwise.

That is what it means to be part of a thing, if only for  a moment.

 

You will always remember the moment, and sing loud of Glory Days.

You may leave the gridiron forever, yet still feel the sacrifice,

Still share the coach’s passion, still retain the staunch belief,

That it is good to be part of a thing, if only for a moment.

Because those are the moments that change … the boy into the man.

 

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2015 West Valley Eagles (Photo credit:  Susan Pearce)

Author’s Note:  Last night was awards banquet for my son’s football team, a group of boys with heart that put their personal goals aside for the team which rose above poor expectations to finish the year well (they made it to the semi-final game).  For most of them, the experience is just a short moment in time, but I know they’ll carry the lessons learned in the moment to every other area of their life.   This is for them, and their coach…passion is everything, especially at the right moment.


Today, We Can’t Even

One day the right person’s son will die, and then we’ll get things done.

But today, we can’t even.

Perhaps in the  future our gun culture can be calmed.

But today, we can’t even.

Some day we’ll look back and wonder why we couldn’t meet in the middle.

But today, we can’t even.

Maybe, at some point, we can let go of jingoism to embrace logic.

But today, we can’t even.

Today we walk around with our hearts blown open.  Today we work on autopilot as our brains try to fathom yet another mass shooting.  Today we wake up a little more afraid of ourselves than we did yesterday.  Today we ache for our nation.

Today, we can’t even.


An Atheist Confesses

I do not pray.

I’ll take action instead.

If you are in need, I will give you my money, bring you a meal, or clean your house.

I do not pray.

I do not have a religious text.

Empathy and compassion dictate my behavior, keep me from wrong and hurting others.

I do not have a religious text.

I do not have a holy deity.

Mankind is my focus and energy.  Brothers and sisters by shared birth from mother nature, it is they who deserve all I have to give.

I do not have a holy deity.

I do not have a religion.

My foundation is on this earth, where time is short and goodness must needs win.   I will do my part.

I do not have a religion.

I do not pray.  I do not have a religious text  I do not have a holy deity. I do not have a religion.   I believe in our ability to do good and that we rise above the noise of evil in the process.  I am an atheist.  This is my confession.