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Gaia’s Children (Republished)


Some live among garbage
Others rule from a palace
Few manage contentment
Whatever their station

She gathers them all, every one
To her heart, her precious ones
And grieves for each lost one
Each teardrop a fresh ocean



The heart and hand
Lead the way
The mind and tongue
Are often elsewhere



All these possessions
He threw them in the river
Unburden others

Dug In


“I do not need proof.
My beliefs are strong enough.”
A slippery slope.

Appreciated (30d)


Kindly words
Never come amiss
Both hearts are
Let us ensure they never
Go out of fashion


Shadorma November

Guides And Wise Ones (19a)


Ancient truths
Yet newly minted
Still needful
And therefore
Spirit sets sail once again
Fresh canvas, same wind


Shadorma November

Disgraceful Misnomers


Without compassion
Our projections are no god
Worthy of the name

The Eyes Have It

Take a look around you. Now cover your right eye and look carefully at the scene or some specific object. Then cover your left eye and look carefully at it. You will notice that it appears a little different each time, though you may need to switch back and forth a few times before you appreciate this fully. It is apparent that what anything “is” depends on the point of view, and it makes no sense to assert that any particular view is “THE ONE AND ONLY TRUTH”.

If this is the case when we consider the two eyes in a single head, think what this implies when we start to consider all the eyes in all the different heads there are.

Of course some folk only have one eye, and some folk have poor sight or else their vision is distorted in some way, while other folk are completely blind. It would be foolish, surely, to argue with them about the “Truth”. Perhaps an approach to the question with a little more understanding and compassion might be appropriate.

Casualty (A Four By Six)


Casual racism
You see it everywhere
Never casual though
For its recipients



Poor rich Donald
Had a heart once too

But has not yet
Found the courage

To admit it is broken
And embark upon

The painful journey
Required to mend it

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