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It Occurs to Me….

It occurs to me

That I need not be

Accountable on any date

For every possible twist of fate

Responsibility has its place

And doggedly persevering

can win the race

But….

Advice to me was recently given

That there’s a time in space

For being driven

And…

This is something good to know:

There is also a time to

LET. IT. GO.

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Let It Be

Let good news

            be good news

Let that be my style

Let some things be okay

at least for awhile

Getting all twisted

and messed up forever

can wait until Tuesday

or Thursday              

         or never

Now–Addesso

This could be the last best moment of my life

all mixed up in love and strife

This is true

all mixed up with what we knew

Every moment

all mixed up with calm and torment

Probably a good idea to relax and enjoy what is

all mixed up in angst and bliss

Right now

all mixed up in why and how

 

Sweet Basil on a Very Hot Day

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It’s over 90 degrees

in the sun and the shade

It’s way too hot

but I’ve got it made

Attitude is improving

as my spirits revive and

soak up sensations of

being alive

All things will pass

for bad or for good

I want to remember

(You’d think that I would)

to embrace all the fine stuff

and weather the rough

This is my time

and this is my place;

may I engage with some gusto

and a smidgen of grace

 

 

 

For Fun from 2012:  an Odyssey 

IMG_3977Why am I so crazy

Why am I so fat

Too much bread and sugar

Get enough of that

I can be a vegan

I can skip the meat

But butter, bread and sugar

Is what I want to eat

Non Lo So

Non Lo so

I just don’t know

Thinking it over

Just makes it grow

Pensarci troppo

No. No. No.

Simply turn

And let it go…

Save

In This Particular

In this particular

time and space

There appears to be grace

all over the place

With no need to struggle

or finagle or strive

It’s a very good night

to be alive.

Save

Save

Look

Looking forward

to being in the moment

Lost in thought

Fixating on the perpendicular peripherals

Tripping over clutter and chaos

Finding my way back to the center

 

Nothing Much

I am under the illusion

that it could be very good

while entertaining some confusion

as I almost always would

As I study on delusion

it begins to call me out

Do I over-rate my judgment

and my certainty

…and doubt?

 

On Mother’s Day

Time goes clacking along

Day after day after day

It clacks and carries on

As if I am not even here

And yet, I am