If “I think therefore
I am” is what I am,
and God is love,
how do I know
if I am loved?
Do I just think it?
Is thinking love
or just thinking
about love?
Does God think,
therefore God is
what God thinks
or is God love
and thinking
and therefore
the Love that
allows me to
think and love
and think about
that love and that
I am loved and that
I am love and that
helps me think about
what Jesus said —
that I am to love?
I think so. René
Descartes, the
thinker, might have
been proud. I’m not
so sure about God,
the Lover. God might
say, “Oye Veh, it’s
all a mystery and
I love you anyway.
Think about that.”

Years and years ago I would drag out
old articles I wrote and be pleasantly
surprised, saying, “Wow! Did I write
that? That was pretty good.” Now,
once in a while, I click on posts from
years gone by and read a poem and
have the same response, “Wow! Did
I write that? That was pretty good,”
reading it from afar and hoping that
my fellow artists — visual, literary,
musical, have the same experience.
I’m proud to say that I would, could
and did say with sincere surprise,
“Wow! Did I write that? That was
pretty good.”

If you hear someone shout “Corruption,”
look for that someone’s corruption.
If you hear someone shout, “Treason,”
look for that someone’s treason.
If you hear someone shout, “Spy,”
look for that someone’s spying.
If you hear someone call others “names,”
look at that someone calling the names.
If you hear someone shout “Rude,”
look for that someone’s rudeness.
If you hear someone shout “Violence,”
look for that someone’s advocacy of violence.
If you hear someone brag about his or her “This and That,”
look elsewhere for all the this and that.
If you see someone pointing a finger,
look for the fingers pointing back at that someone.
If you hear someone say he or she will “Drain the Swamp,”
look for the gators and snakes in that someone’s swamp.
We hear and see all this and more every day.
We see the worst of ourselves in that someone.
We need to be careful not to project just like that someone
does all day.

So now I find out, (Ouch!), that pesticides and herbicides
might be causing my inadvertent, unintentional suicide.
By consuming big farm fruit, vegetables and grains,
and, by derivative, the animals who consume the vegetables, grains
and the vegetable and grain
which is called corn on these farms
I, and everyone else, have cause for alarm.
From birth defects to hormonal imbalance to arthritic inflammation,
these farm products’ producers are more than culpable and to blame.
So, it’s small, organic farm products for me
listening to Wendell Berry,
the Dandelion Guy, the environmental advocate
and writer of prize-winning poetry.
Go small, go healthy, go organic;
I know my joints heartily approve and endorse it
and I definitely agree.

We walk in darkness —
in the midst of the flashy, glittering life.
Jealousy, covetousness, envy, strife
control us like an animal’s harness.

But we who walk in darkness
have seen a great light —
free of jealousy, envy, strife.
From our necks has dropped death’s harness.

We are free
to live in eternal simplicity —
Christos’ light.

*idea from three synchronistic meditations
delivered to my inbox on the same day —
perhaps themed in light of current political
circumstances.

Does all of this come down to peeing on a bed
or could it be something significant instead?
It all seems so venial
rather than a sin that is total
but Vladie might have filmed the pee-pee
and the occupant was seen to have so small a wee-wee.
And so, he will do everything to keep the tape from being seen
by doing Vladie’s bidding and flushing democracy down the drain
in his attempt at great but completely false and fleeting fame.
What a total depravity shame.

He didn’t shoot anyone on 5th Avenue
as he said he could and not lose a vote,
but he probably thinks he could bring
an AK-14 with an extended clip into the
press room and mow down all the journalists
justifying himself as draining the corrupt
news swamp and sixty-three million American
cultists (a sadly misunderstood and forgotten
lot) would cheer and vow to vote for him in
2020. This guy knows his base even though
he would never consider having such a sadly
forgotten lot to dinner at Sea to Lake or
even over for a Quarter Pounder or an Im-
possible Whopper, which he, the Burger
King if not the American King, thinks
was named after him, “The Stable Genius
Impossible Whopper,” and probably doesn’t
understand why his wife doesn’t refer to
him as such.

If this were a TV drama, it would be fine.
If this were a reality show, it would be benign.
It would be kind of fun to watch the insanity,
except that this is for real and not inanity
but true insanity except that no therapist
has had the chance to interview the
megalomaniac, wannabe totalitarianist.
And so, we are left with a diligent press
to help get us out of this Constitutional mess
in spite of the fact that the wannabe dictator
calls the press fake, false and traitors.
We are in a dangerous situation
and we need to save our nation.
HELP!

“Are we in last throes?”
He asked me about the earth.
I said, “My last throws
were tossed from the outfield of
First Church’s men’s softball team.”

Our government is to promote the common
welfare as well as provide for the common
defense, but the funding is so out of line
for defense, the welfare is totally sidelined.
Gazillions go to protect us from the boogie-man
but there is hardly any funding to eliminate the scary cancer-man.
And so, so many things have not changed
from the estate of Jefferson’s slaves en-chain-ed
to all the obfuscating of fat, old, white men
who haven’t practiced legitimate law since way back when,
maybe back before the slave stands.
And now fat, old, white men obfuscate again and again
trying to keep the welfare of the country
from being promoted time and time again
from the time of Washington and Jefferson
to our time again and again
and it is now our time to stand against the flimflam man
who couldn’t care less about research to eliminate the scary cancer-man
while he keeps trying to scare us about the boogie-man.