Wishing everyone a great day!! One of the best ways that we can grow and evolve is to help others do the same. When we help others we don’t make it just about us and that is so important for personal growth. Giving a hand to another human being not only makes the person doing the helping a better person it is actually making the world a better place.
By teaching someone else how to be a better person you are putting more love and caring into the world and there is a good chance that this person will do the a same. Be kind with your time and your wisdom. So if you see some is falling behind help them catchup. If you see some who seems lonely include them in your group of friends. Let everyone know that they are good and worthy. All of this will make the world a better place. Sending everyone Positive Vibes and Love. Peace and Love,
“IN SEARCH OF THE SACRED HEART OF JESUS!”* a poem a.k.a.: “THE Heart ART of Compassion!” Feb. 10, 2019 (Sunday) for: Brian, after his Spanish Class!
COME LEARN; GET SMART! (pause) “BUT!-I-want-a-‘GOOD’ HEART! So, tell me – What-can-I-do?”
WELL! THIS-IS-THE- O N L Y-ADVICE-I-CAN-OFFER! IT’S ALL THAT I HAVE FOR YOU: “Die WELL! just die – in-a-‘pauper’s’-grave, With all the townsfolk! there – to rave, ABOUT WHAT-A-WONDERFUL -AND-KIND-BLOKE YOU WERE, As they’re throwing-flowers-and-crying- at-your-funeral-for-sure!”
So, I gave up all of-my considerable estate; GAVE-IT-ALL TO-MY-NEIGHBORS, WHO TOLD ME I-WAS-GREAT, And I lived as a pauper, ate water and bread; I slept always outside, with rocks for my bed, And I died and-went-to-Heaven, but no-one-came to grieve, At my funeral site – ALONE! I-DID “LEAVE!?” I-guess my-Heart-was-never-“GOOD,” since no one came to mourn; WHAT-A-PITY IT-REALLY-WAS, THAT-I WAS EVER BORN, Even though I gave-up my money – property – and estate!
“BUT YOUR INTENTION MUST BE PURE, for, a ‘GOOD’ heart ISN’T ‘GREAT,’ IF-you’re-‘TRYING’-to-have-‘a good heart!’ for SUCH-only-happens to, Those who simply DO THEIR BEST – with no reward in view! An-INTENTION TO-BE-GOOD for-the-sake of recognition, Is never very “sacred!” You might as well go fishin’! And IF you catch a fish – to eat for dinner time, Apologize &-thank the fish, for that can be sublime! Yet, IF-THE-FISH SAYS: “THROW ME BACK!” Do it right away, And forget-dinner on that night! PERHAPS, ANOTHER DAY! But, if the fish says: “OK! You’re welcome!” and “Have-a-real-good-meal,” Then share fish dinner – with a stranger – one, for whom you feel, COMPASSION! (pause) Plus-the-compassion-you-showed, by-being-‘mindful’-of-your-food! COMPASSION’S FOUND IN-A-GOOD-HEART, with A-KINDLY, HAPPY MOOD!”
* – or The Buddha, Moses, Muhammad, Confucius, Zoroaster, Krishna, or your favorite!
“CAUGHT IN THE WORDS OF THE COSMIC WORD FIGHT!” a poem February 10, 2019 (Sunday)
THOUGHTS ARE HERE AND GONE ALL THE TIME!!! They-are from “THE DIVINE WORDER!” He might throw you a rhyme, Or a sentence! or – a word or two, Or-3-or-4-will-POP-outta-Him, and he’ll-throw-them-at-YOU!
They’ll-hit-you! RIGHT THERE! on-the-blackboard-o’-your-mind, And it OFTEN depends upon what he has dined, ON! For, if he ate fruit – or a few sips o’ juice, What hits is a light and a sweet, little verse! If the meal fare was heavy pork – or something with butter, Weighty words like CARDAMOM are what he might mutter,
But HE JUST KEEPS TOSSING “for all that he’s worth,” And, if you’re Shakespeare or Poe, what-is given birth, Are stories and/or plays short-or-long-but-really-“DEEP,” But it’s ALL THERE FOR YOU, unless-you-go-to-sleep, In which case you dream – of castles and kings, Of sweet romance – and other crazy things, Like the future where cars fly – and women turn into men, (pause) And then regret what they’ve done – for the words thrown at a HEN, Are more about LOVE – little children – hair styles and shopping, But onto men’s blackboards: t-t s – pus—s – cars & dirty hands will be “popping!”
The thoughts & the words & the stories are EVER TOURING, UNTIL – one day – thoughts about DEATH! begin pouring, On your screens OR lots-of-fear-and-concern-about-the-VALUE-of-Life, So you might “take” a husband – or, maybe, a wife!
THE DIVINE-WORD-THROWER is OUTTA CONTROL! So-you’ll go to The Doctors! for pills they will dole, OUT-to-you – TO OBSCURE what you might see on The Board! IF the pills wear off, the-words-are-stacked-up-&-messy, and you go: “Oh, Dear Lord, Make-it-STOP-it’s-TOO-MUCH!” but-The-WORDER-don’t-care, He just keeps on a-tossing, so The Board won’t be bare!
If you die in your sleep, and wake up again, IN ANOTHER LIFE – THE BOARD! IT-IS ALL FILLED IN!!! You try to “piece it all together!” What a terrible mess?! Or you take a big hose-and-wash-it-off, more or less, To have a CLEAN SLATE, but – The Divine-WORDER-will-just hate, A vacuum or clean palette, so he won’t hesitate, To do WHAT HE DOES! in rapid time NOW! Maniacally tossing sentences – They hit and go POW, UNTIL, maybe, one day, YOU somehow STOP – and you talk nice to HIM, And-ask-Him-what-He-wants! and He’ll pause, with a grin, Not knowing what to say, UNTIL – “these words” pop out: (pause) “I wish someone would give ME some words, so I wouldn’t have to doubt, What to do or say next, for I just keep-on a-throwing, Words – because – What to do next in my life IS WHAT I’M NEVER KNOWING!
So, you suggest – a few words – like: “I LOVE YOU!” and “please,” And “Thanks for the memories – ” and words-about-“the-birds-and-the-bees;” You-all EXCHANGE THOUGHTS – or – You TOTALLY “take charge,” To-where the barrage of words – becomes minimal – not so very large, And things SLOWLY TURN, and time stills way down, Past hurts are forgotten – and we all lose our frown, And HEAVEN JUST SHINES! in loving, kind ways, Everyone’s HAPPY – and nobody says, Much of anything – We just smile – and nice thoughts we send, In harmony and peace – no more dreadful “mind bend,” Or words being thrown at us – to have to deal about! WE ARE JUST BLANK SLATES, NO TEARS AND NO POUT! (long pause)
We breathe – We sigh – We move slowly, with CALM, (pause) UNTIL – ONE DAY SOMEBODY UTTERS THIS BOMB: “Hey! This is boring! Let’s do something fun!” And someone yells: “FOOD FIGHT!” and we’re all “on the run,” Tossing words in long sentences – pell-mell, all around; WE’RE ALL “THE DIVINE WORDER!” and it’s “fever pitch” sound!! The words, thoughts, expressions – are all out-of This World; We’re back in FULL SWING! with dynamically whirled, WORDS! words – words – words It’s a new season of THOUGHT, And here we are AGAIN, My Friends – IN WORDS WE ARE CAUGHT!
And, if that’s not fun enough for you, well, you know what we’ll do? WE’LL TAKE TURNS WITH THE CHALK – AND-WE’LL DRAW PICTURES TOO!!