Friday, July 29, 2011


Um,I got the rain you ordered; did you get my mostly-sunny?
There must be a place to exchange such gifts;
a gathering of women with windblown hair and becalmed sailors;
brides with soggy sunsets
hoping to find someone
willing to swap for some clear air
 if they throw in a shore dinner.
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Thursday, July 28, 2011


There is a constant mist made of little drops of kindness
 falling on us so lightly
that we are unaware of it
as we swim in the oceans
made thus far by this humanity,
 one touch, one smile, one motion at a time.

Twitter/ Facebook Version:
a mist made of kindness,
 falling so lightly,
swim the oceans made by our humanity.
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Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Okay... .

There are days when your mind is brilliantly clear.


Actually, that's every day you don't add in your own doubtish fog.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011


A tree never grows from a single branch,
a river never flows directly to the sea. 
The way forward will be filled with changes, 
streams of dreams and 
never seen ideas.

Monday, July 25, 2011


The difference:
Hesitation- You fear cracking an egg will make a mess.
Waiting: the breads are in the oven.

Saturday, July 23, 2011


No destination is always clearly seen, every sailor finds the way lost. 
What is precious and beyond price does not mean without cost.

Bottom of the Cup

The dream mind asks "Is this the sky or water?
How far is up? 
A tree or is it tea leaves in the bottom of a cup?"

Shh. Let the day drift some. 

Shh. The answers will come floating up
....or down.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Our Travails

The commuter clenched,

his fist against his brow,

his train late
3 minutes now,

barely breathing,

turns to his paper,
reading how

the woman walked

twenty days

carrying 3

barely breathing

Wednesday, July 20, 2011


No destination is always clearly seen, every sailor finds the way lost.

What is precious and beyond price does not mean without cost.

Monday, July 18, 2011


Do today as if you didn't know it was coming.
 You'll spend your time remembering
 your sense of wonder.
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Sunday, July 17, 2011


We cannot tell which one word
 will start a revolution
 or open the most closed minds.
We do know with silence two things will occur;
 either nothing
the worst we can imagine.
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Friday, July 15, 2011

Center Stage

Sing first to the people in the last rows.
 Dance so the highest balcony sees your smallest turn.
 Hold the world up in both your hands
and give it the sweetest kiss.
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Thursday, July 14, 2011


1these2voices3Xrang4th4peace.no1 else heard, thus I am those 2voices and U now number5 #joenation
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Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Silent Light

I used to think light was always silent, but it drums up with cymbals crashing some days. Yes?

Or plays a cello made high note for as long as I can breathe out.

Or is quiet, yes. Yes.

I have no preference.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Plainly Different

You and I

don't see the same world

or the world in the same way.

Lucky thing that.

If we did,

there would be no music


the walls of all museums

would be bare.

Monday, July 11, 2011

No Net Needed

Wordthoughts are wildbirds in trees,
you may not even see them, but you can hear their song.

Poems are glimpses of golden fish,
 just on the surface of your green green mind.
 Oo!Ah! Oo!

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