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Hermit in a shell
against ocean swells
bluer than the sea

Sandy trails bled
over mountainous dunes
beaten by a woman with a broom!

Secluded rejuvenation
strengthened his legs
with weighted shoulders
carried his burden bed

Then picked up by a bird
carried across the burning beaches
to a merridian of kinship words

Dropped on his head
stars circled above
a crack in the hull
from a helpful gull

The Hermit was crabby
found a new shell
there he dwells
but not quite yet happy

A big gust of wind
rolled him over again
his legs stuck up in the air

The rains poured down
and he nearly drowned
he thought it would end right there

The tide came in
and swept him away
he still lives to this day.

A time or two he may have fell
but he strives and doing well
the Hermit in his shell

Art~  2004

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Oppertunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in over-alls and it looks like work.

Thomas Edison

 

Murdered Mistletoe

tip-toe tossed rocks
didn’t do alot
to bring it down

a holiday ornament
kisses, nestled in nature
in the penthouse of a tree top
it was found

twigs, dirt-clods and a screwdriver
thrown up at it
came back solo,
to the ground

objective solved
murdered mistletoe
with a shot-gun round

 

Art~

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(this is a true story, we were trying to get the Mistletoe out of a tree and using the shot-gun turned out to be the fastest and best method.)

have a merry kissmas

 

The Twelve Days of a Zen Christmas

On the first day of Christmas I will give to thee,

a bow humbly (~_~)

On the second day of Christmas I will give to thee, two doves of peace

…and a bow humbly (~_~)

On the third day of Christmas I will give to thee, three turtles of patience,

 …two doves of peace and a bow humbly. (~_~)

On the fourth day of Christmas I will give to thee, four candles of enlightenment,

… three turtles of patience, two doves of peace and a bow humbly. (~_~)

On the fifth day of Christmas I will give to thee, five keys of tranquility,

The key to tranquility is acceptance

the key to acceptance is awareness

the key to awareness is balance

the key to balance is harmony

the key to harmony is tranquility

….four candles of enlightenment, three turtles of patience, two doves of peace and a bow humbly. (~_~)

On the sixth day of Christmas I will give to thee, Six Haiku’s of nature,

As the wind does blow                                        falling to the ground

        Across the trees, I see the                      I watch a leaf settle down

                Buds blooming in May                           in a bed of brown

 

The wind is blowing                                  the beaches waves hit
It is blowing very hard                           sounding of flooding water
I don’t like the wind.                                 soothes aches all over

The flowers                                                       a broken tree cut
Reached the sky                                             brings no shade to the weary
As on the grass I lie                                      then what good is it

…five keys of tranquility, four candles of enlightenment, three turtles of patience, two doves of peace and a bow humbly. (~_~)

On the seventh day of Christmas I will give to thee, seven bells of awakening

…Six Haiku’s of nature, five keys of tranquility, four candles of enlightenment, three turtles of patience, two doves of peace and a bow humbly. (~_~)

On the eighth day of Christmas I will give to thee, eight books of wisdom,

….seven bells of awakening, Six Haiku’s of nature, five keys of tranquility, four candles of enlightenment, three turtles of patience, two doves of peace and a bow humbly. (~_~)

On the Ninth day of Christmas I will give to thee, nine razors for head shaving,

(chuckles)

…eight Books of wisdom, seven bells of awakening, Six Haiku’s of nature, five keys of tranquility, four candles of enlightenment, three turtles of patience, two doves of peace and a bow humbly. (~_~)

On the tenth day of Christmas I will give to thee, ten zen stones and a rock garden,

…nine razors for head shaving, eight Books of wisdom, seven bells of awakening, Six Haiku’s of nature, five keys of tranquility, four candles of enlightenment, three turtles of patience, two doves of peace and a bow humbly. (~_~)

On the eleventh day of Christmas I will give to thee, eleven smiles of happiness,

 …ten zen stones and a rock garden, nine razors for head shaving, eight Books of wisdom, seven bells of awakening, Six Haiku’s of nature, five keys of tranquility, four candles of enlightenment, three turtles of patience, two doves of peace and a bow humbly. (~_~)

On the twelfth day of Christmas I will give to thee, twelve zen stories

enemies of the mind    4 blind men an an elephant

nails in the fence   Butter and Stones  self worth   forgiveness

winds of forgiveness   bucket of water  happiness  

armadillo’s song     praying to say the right thing

shake it off

…eleven smiles of happiness, ten zen stones and a rock garden, nine razors for head shaving, eight Books of wisdom, seven bells of awakening, Six Haiku’s of nature, five keys of tranquility, four candles of enlightenment, three turtles of patience, two doves of peace and a bow humbly. (~_~)

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…and a dog that loves to meditate!

Have a heart felt holiday season

there are 12 days till christmas… 

(~_~)

~My 200th post~

~today’s poetry~

Billy Jack movies …begin with the song, One Tin Soldier, a inspirational song that seems to seep into the soul as it begins to climax. The song’s story is as strong as the music itself.

One Tin Soldier Billy Jck version

One tin soldier” in the form of a story

(song/film clip,…click to view/listen @ YouTube)

I’ll post the lyrics as a poem for the day.

One Tin Soldier (The Legend of Billy Jack) (the lyrics)

by Dennis Lambert & Brian Potter, performed by The Original Caste (1970)
This song was performed by Jinx Dawson and Coven in the movie “Billy Jack” (1971)
 
One Tin Soldier
 

Listen, children, to a story
That was written long ago,
‘Bout a kingdom on a mountain
And the valley-folk below.

On the mountain was a treasure
Buried deep beneath the stone,
And the valley-people swore
They’d have it for their very own.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won’t be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgment day,
On the bloody morning after….
One tin soldier rides away.

So the people of the valley
Sent a message up the hill,
Asking for the buried treasure,
Tons of gold for which they’d kill.

Came an answer from the kingdom,
“With our brothers we will share
All the secrets of our mountain,
All the riches buried there.”

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won’t be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgment day,
On the bloody morning after….
One tin soldier rides away.

Now the valley cried with anger,
“Mount your horses! Draw your sword!”
And they killed the mountain-people,
So they won their just reward.

Now they stood beside the treasure,
On the mountain, dark and red.
Turned the stone and looked beneath it…
“Peace on Earth” was all it said.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won’t be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgment day,
On the bloody morning after….
One tin soldier rides away.

 

…One tin soldier rides away.

Billy Jack has always been a favorite movie of mine and I could make a whole post on that alone, (if ever there should be a re-make of a movie, Billy Jack would be my vote) but for now I wanted to post this song since I heard it the other day and it hit me that it is inspirational in itself and perfect for my 200th post.

On the mountain was a treasure…

…”Peace on Earth“… was all it said.

 

 

Once upon a time, there was a king who ruled a prosperous country. One day, he went for a trip to some distant areas of his country. When he was back at his palace, he complained that his feet were very painful, because it was the first time that he went for such a long trip, and the road that he went through was very rough and stony. He then ordered his people to cover every road of the entire country with leather. Definitely, this would need thousands of cows’ skin, and would cost a huge amount of money.

Then one of his wise servants dared himself to tell the king, “Why do you have to spend that unnecessary amount of money ? Why don’t you just cut a little piece of leather to cover your feet ?”

The king was surprised, but he later agreed to his suggestion, to make a “shoe” for himself.

Moral: There is actually a valuable lesson of life in this story : to make this world a happy place to live, you better change yourself – your heart; and not the world.

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…change the way you look at things, and the things you look at change… Jane Derry – Effective and intuitive counselor, helping people untangle their lives to clarity and peace of mind.

Zen Ghost Story (about change)

 A man’s jealous wife was very ill. Before the woman died, she made her husband promise that he would remain ever faithful to her even after death. “If you betray me, I will come back to haunt you!”

The man kept his promise for one year. Then he met, fell in love, and proposed to another woman. On the very night of the engagement, the ghost of his former wife appeared. The spirit angrily berated her husband, and told him she would show up every night if he did not cancel the upcoming wedding. The grim spirit showed up night after night and mockingly told the poor man of every thing he and his fiancé had done during their day together. The ghost even knew what they had eaten and talked about. The man became afraid to go to bed. He was falling apart.

In despair, the fellow went to a Zen master for help. The master listened to the story very seriously. He said, “This is a very cunning ghost!”

“Yes!” cried the man, “she knows everything I do, she watches me all day long, and taunts me with the details”.

The master replied, “I will tell you what to do to break the spell and let your jealous dead wife’s spirit rest in peace.” That night when the ghost reappeared, the man followed the master’s instructions.

He told the ghost, “Cruel Spirit! You follow me around all day, and know everything I do. If you are so smart, then answer my one question. If you know the answer, I will remain a bereaved and lonely widower for the rest of my life.”

The ghost answered, “What is your question?”

The man scooped up a handful of beans from a large bag on the floor. “Tell me exactly how many beans there are in my hand.”

In that moment, the ghost disappeared and never returned.

Moral: (my interpretation of course) I felt this was a story about those who feel the need to control things. Those who feel they know everything and in this case possessive. Confront them with a question they can not answer and you have shattered their reality. If you click the link above and read the article that goes with this story, it is derived that the story is to make you think outside the box and promote contemplation.

 

may the winds of change be graceful to you

 

(this looks like my back yard)

I watch this river
flow every day

placidly drifting
with the current’s sway.

The water always
seems the glassy same

but I know it’s not,
yesterday’s rolled away.

A day again dawned
as it does everyday

rolling in like a river
the same different day.

Art~

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have a great day

The Blue Heron of White Rock creek
is large, majestic and mystique
in unison with man it takes it’s stand

A harmony of song birds and rippled water
hypnotic stare across the river’s brightening
the day breaks and starts a new!

A silhouette as common as each morn
ancient golden eyes of a Blue Heron born
with a black crown feather torn

Permanent perch on a lone stump mid river
black and still as a statue
wisdom waiting with its beak to the east

Each morning I gaze in an awakening to the world
first I check the river for soft or fast swirls
then the Heron, my sentry on a watery field

Clear sky morns or winters cold gray scorn
feathers fluffed and head at chest
this Heron’s home, perch, post, nest

I can’t quite recall when this bird first appeared
everyday since its been starting its day here
all is right in the world when I see this Heron

This little spot on earth, our mornings sharing
If tomorrow starts with out me
I know there will be the River and a ‘Blue’ Heron

 

Art~

2006

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have a tranquil day

 

One day Solomon decided to humble Benaiah ben Yehoyada, his most trusted minister. He said to him, “Benaiah, there is a certain ring that I want you to bring to me. I wish to wear it for Sukkot which gives you six months to find it.”

“If it exists anywhere on earth, your majesty,” replied Benaiah, “I will find it and bring it to you, but what makes the ring so special?”

“It has magic powers,” answered the king. “If a happy man looks at it, he becomes sad, and if a sad man looks at it, he becomes happy.” Solomon knew that no such ring existed in the world, but he wished to give his minister a little taste of humility.

Spring passed and then summer, and still Benaiah had no idea where he could find the ring. On the night before Sukkot, he decided to take a walk in one of he poorest quarters of Jerusalem. He passed by a merchant who had begun to set out the day’s wares on a shabby carpet. “Have you by any chance heard of a magic ring that makes the happy wearer forget his joy and the broken-hearted wearer forget his sorrows?” asked Benaiah.

He watched the grandfather take a plain gold ring from his carpet and engrave something on it. When Benaiah read the words on the ring, his face broke out in a wide smile.

That night the entire city welcomed in the holiday of Sukkot with great festivity. “Well, my friend,” said Solomon, “have you found what I sent you after?” All the ministers laughed and Solomon himself smiled.

To everyone’s surprise, Benaiah held up a small gold ring and declared, “Here it is, your majesty!” As soon as Solomon read the inscription, the smile vanished from his face. The jeweler had written three Hebrew letters on the gold band: “gimel, zayin, yud”, which began the words “Gam zeh ya’avor” — “This too shall pass.”

At that moment Solomon realized that all his wisdom and fabulous wealth and tremendous power were but fleeting things, for one day he would be nothing but dust.

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Moral; All things will pass, our problems, our sorrow, our joy and even us in general. Even the Sun and the Moon will one day pass. So, do not be discourage long, it is in our nature to endure such emotions but remember they too will pass.

King Solomon’s Ring

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The Bible states that God appeared before Solomon and asked Solomon, “What do you want?”

Solomon answered, “Give me wisdom and knowledge so that I may lead these people…”

 God said to Solomon, “Since this is your heart’s desire and you have not asked for wealth, possessions or honor, nor for the death of your enemies, and since you have not asked for a long life but for wisdom and knowledge to govern my people over whom I have made you king, therefore wisdom and knowledge will be given you. And I will also give you wealth, possessions and honor, such as no king who was before you ever had and none after you will have.”

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Song of Soloman 8:67

Love is as Strong as Death

its jealousy unyielding as the grave

it burns like blazing fire,

like a mighty flame

Many waters cannot quench love

rivers cannot wash it away!

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may your days be filled with wisdom

The Cold With-in

author unknown

Six humans trapped by happenstance
In black and bitter cold.
Each one possessed a stick of wood,
Or so the story’s told.

Their dying fire in need of logs,
The first woman held hers back
For on the faces around the fire,
She noticed one was black.

The next man looking cross the way
Saw one not of his church,
And couldn’t bring himself to give
The fire his stick of birch.

The third man sat in tattered clothes;
He gave his coat a hitch.
Why should his log be put to use
To warm the idle rich?

The rich man just sat back and thought
Of the wealth he had in store.
And how to keep what he had earned
From the lazy poor.

The black man’s face bespoke revenge
As the fire passed from his sight,
For all he saw in his stick of wood
Was a chance to spite the white.

And the last man of this forlorn group
Did naught except for gain.
Giving only to those who gave
Was how he played the game.

The logs held tight in death’s still hands
Was proof of human sin.
They didn’t die from the cold without,
They died from the cold within.

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moral: Greed is a seed that grows, if you reep what you sow then plant a harvest of good morals. I have learned through wordpress that sharing is a wonderful thing. I have learned much through reading others that are willing to share their thoughts and emotions, their stories nd their wisdom.

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there is a fire in us all, that which burns, a yearning, a desire, a fire

love is sharing your flame of passion and desires

greed is that which steals them away

Scrooge

we are all little fish caught in the current of life

 

Wolves of the World

Cunning teeth feast
frenzied ownership of flesh and bone
lapping life without gratitude
scrapping for scraps
to bare fearful fangs
for dominance which is not debatable
without being bitten by confrontation

Wolves will not only snarl
at their own, packed
similar to a can of sardines
on a patch of grass pinned by boundaries,
in the land of the free

Where minds and time divided
the checkerboard cracks
in the Earth’s crust
like a dried up lake bed,
that awaits the day it rains
and the land will become one

Will they find serenity
in a mountain vision
gazing at a sky scraper sky line
or the tranquility of an orchard grove
where vehicles are lined
on uni-lateral roads
barking like angered coyotes

Beautiful fluffy pure white clouds
float over the wolves dens
mirrored in glass, seventy stories high
pollution and progress
nipping at the heels
of nature’s balance

A multitude of horizons
may never ‘run’ together
too many perspectives
howling at the moon
from hungry teeth’s need
the meek will be victims
of another’s survival or greed
marking their boundaries
the Wolves of the World

 

by Art~… 2005

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I would like to thank Pommi for the Versitile blogger award nomination. bows (~_~) humble, back to the grind, will be working the next four days so, be good, be kind but most of all be happy.

have a quality day

Art~

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