No longer in the 50 Building, since no one is there anymore. I wonder, can I change the categories? I’ve added the tag “spirit heart”. I should go back and find all Jim’s poems and re-tag.
In the cuckoo’s nest, songs drift down from Bird #3.
Re-printed from Journeys Newsletter, with permission by author:
A Formula for Life
The day begins, ready or not. Shower and shave as I, Spirit-Heart, gather pen and paper.
I try to write well as the twelfth year passes.
Creatures crawl, slither and Mother Earth spins like no tomorrow. Life flourishes in the warming and drying dew.
Jesus is listening to my morning prayer. He blesses me this morning with food I enjoy.
The gravity pulls me down, toward the land of meadows. I will listen to the snow-birds sing with twilight rays.
Clouds form from taking moisture back and I start singing the lyrics to “Amazing Grace”.
My personal feeling is to trim the fruit trees in the meadow. Life needs pruning to strengthen core belief, philosophy; theory if there is a will there is a way.
These moments of shaping me, trees, life to form honest behavior. I see creatures in this ecosystem on the mountain.
The trees are pruned and I head for the creek to wash and work muscles.
Aging gives me permission to have reverence. Mother Nature folds into death with a seed to unfold life again.
My soul will go to the living universe, as I am a cup of universe soul. Life gives, takes, gives in the ecosystem and I will remember that “Law”.
I retreat to the shore after my swim from working muscles gentle, and reflect the moments I cherish while in a fold, unfold style.
Chasing History Trauma
The child wailed, cried, scream with flood of tears
Jimmy, abuse and resentments buried the feelings to smoldering rage
Red, fire, anger, digested as food for the soul
Fighting this rage made him engage hostility
Settling in the void was this smoldering rage to rise by triggers
Thrashing out, acting out is all release shown
Learning Kung-Fu meditation, give the energy to an orbiting void
Souls and Spirit, chat to entities of the orbit surface and supress
Trauma of disguise comes when future triggers are alone
Jimmy sees the micro-world split from essence
A “Recovery Tree” planted as essence in the tiny orbit
Kung Fu meditation makes the tree bloom
No more pain for trauma- sane, as the tree bark absorbs negative soul, spirit
This tree in the void is essence that holds spirit & soul orbit
Now when triggered, pain hurts just a little
Roots and trunk grow to knowledge and wisdom as he begins to giggle