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Wonder at Beauty

Wonder confers a value on an object

it confers a sense of beauty

this beauty does not necessarily mean

bright colors

symmetric features

curved edges

it only prompts a second-look

something that captures our attention

and says, “There are magnitudes in and to me”

beauty compels wonder

wonder engenders beauty

thus the circle of beauty and wonder

cycles in appreciation

a worm is just a beautiful as a sunrise

or a woman

or a building

or an ocean

or a flower

or the moon

if they are all wondered at

And so, do not let others determine

what is beautiful

by controlling your wonder

because then they will control

your thinking

your individuality

and your world

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Wikimedia/Jessie Eastland

Not Going to Be Here ~ In 50 Words

I just wish I could hold onto you

but I can’t

So I find myself staring blankly at nothing for a couple minutes

simply thinking about you

I’ve come to terms that you are leaving,

but not yet that you are not going to be here

I miss you already

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Flickr/frankieleon

Celebrate Their Sacrifice

The wind whipped my hair

as well as the dog hair

that was stuck to my swim suit

Water (or maybe dog drool)

sprayed on my face

as the speed boat raced across the waves

As I pet the dog

and looked out on the blue horizon

I thought, “This is life”

***

We celebrate the day

that initiated a five year war

and cost hundreds of lives

with fireworks and parties and hamburgers

with speed boats and late nights and music

because we are honoring the men and women

who fought for our freedom

by enjoying our life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness

We do not only mourn their deaths

but we honor and celebrate their sacrifice

because freedom should be something to sing and dance about

freedom should be celebrated with family and friends

Along with the flag,

our symbols of freedom should be

smiling faces and satisfied hearts

because I am proud to be an American

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Hope

Hope is the fortitude that resists the current flowing to the mundane and vapid. Hope rises above the current and aims for dreams newly born and not yet quantified. Hope is not confined to time limits or statistics or realities, for it is an aspiring sensation from deep within the heart. Hope is the perennial fuel for ambitions, not yet mechanized into  spreadsheets and deadlines and paperwork. Hope does not have to be rational or good, it only has to exist for its power to be manifested.

Or at least that is what I hope.


I do not know if I agree with this post but I do know that it seems not to matter.

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How Are You Thinking?

Too often we ask,

How are you doing?

And more often than not we receive a lie.

I’m fine

Good

Okay, how about you?

We can’t help but lie.

Feelings are fleeting fragments of the soul.

But thoughts,

thoughts are continuous.

I believe a better question to ask is,

How are you thinking?

Are your thoughts manic?

Ragefully pondering revenge?

Flighty?

Peaceful as a willow tree in the heat of August?

Logical and rational?

Wishful dreaming?

Obsessing?

Thoughts monitor behavior,

are you thinking rashly or overcationly?

When we are upset we yell,

What were you thinking!?

It’s not the what I’m concerned about,

I wonder how are you thinking.

 

So how are you thinking?

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What Matters Most

It’s finally summer

I’ve been laughing all day

and now I’m watching the sky turn amber

I’m so happy I could shout hurray

even though I know my sun burn

will hurt tomorrow

But tonight whether that warmth is a joyful glow or harmful sun rays, I can’t discern

I’m propped up on my elbow

talking the night away with all of you

about anything and everything

and who knows what will ensue?

I listen and I remind myself of something,

These are the good old times

this is what matters and what matter most

Though others try to convince me otherwise, even ofttimes

They couldn’t be more wrong in the uttermost.

You, my dear friends

are life and make the destination all the more meaningful

True godsends

So thank you for your company and the day so beautiful.

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Somedays

How do you see the world?

How do you see others?

How do you see me?

Somedays you must feel like you are at the Mad Hatter’s tea party

Me saying the strangest things, telling you up is red and the number 5 is west

When I ask you to sew

 

Somedays you must feel like you are on Jupiter

The gravity so massive and safety is across the galaxy

When I ask you how your weekend was

 

Somedays you must feel like a helium filled birthday balloon

If you let go you might never come back down to earth

When you finish your project

 

Somedays you must feel like you are in calculus III knowing only addition

Nothing makes sense, the words too complex and crying should be the solution

When I say we should compromise

 

Somedays you must feel like me, just normal

but I might

maybe never

ever be able to understand how you feel and see the world

But I know that I will always try