Another Prayer

Good Morning,
Our neighbor just passed away. Rest in Peace Mike.

The kittens slept with me last night and it is strange just rolling over. I have to get up, take a look, and then rearrange the cats.
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I feel good.
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I did learn in the 1960's that "wanting" was very unhealthy sometimes. I have kept my needs on day basis. I let the money pile up as I have no use for it. The planet spins its tale of wanting what I have as they scrape a few coins away.

I cannot teach the thought, it has to brighten our day as an illumination.

I have no answer and I do write them down. In the 1960's they said Yin and Yang and Far Out. People die in agony wanting more from the planet. 

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People are angry because I just sit and write. Where is the bread you should be baking? I did slave and it hurt my body so I sit and compose. The world flame just swirls around my being. I have compost and a pool, quiet and a kitten.

Laurel Finally Caught the Kitten Asleep

The Calico is Bandit and the sandy one is Sandy.

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Oh halo
I stand in an aura of warmth
A variety of emotions
A cross culture of a human being
I placed Christmas lights on a tree
I placed the Star of David a top the tree
I sent out a Hanukah gift and Christmas Greetings
I am listening to Jamiroquai
My mornings start anew without any thought
Pure…..then the ego emerges
I open my eyes then the light
I am the variety of my being
No peg…. There is no peg hole
Spirituality?…….Zen?......Hebrew?........ Christian?..........Agnostic?
Nothing ……. Confucianism?...... Yin Yang?.......
As a child my body was dipped into all those words
My ego took the best for my self…..greedy child
The sun brightens our days and the earth turns away the light.
Cycles?
I do not have a clue but I did travel though San Francisco in the sixties
And I did see the Manchurian Candidate.
I stand in an aura of warmth
Oh halo

Some Kind of Incarnation

If we could spend some time in space looking down at the earth what could we see?
Does the ash from the burning bush fall to the earth or does it float forever?
There is too much of us on this planet to say that we do not exist after our death.
There is dust, an atmosphere, memory, bone, minds, books, carvings, candles and
mirrors, seeds that we planted plus all that spiritual realm that
exists in the mind of man.
The earth is made up of living organisms,
dumb or intelligent, green and tall, or deep and blue.
To say that we become nothing after our death is just wishful thinking.
In our mind we could just exist and no more could be said.
But rumors abound in the whispers of men, someone has burned or buried us,
we have risen with ash or we have turned in the soil.
We could always fly your body into outer space but if we did then you would be there.
It would be very difficult to remove us from existence.
We are as much a part of this earth as the earth is part of us.
Men and women have spoken in word about where we will go, no one knows.
Our thought plus religion and atheism are just minor movements in the minds of men.
Whatever we decide is where we will be.
Everything that we see is some kind of incarnation of existence.
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We can stand still and hold a candle and the world around us will be illuminated.
We can stand still without a candle and our body will work internally and
create an aura of warmth around us; our halo.
We can pick up the candle or we can leave it behind but it is difficult to remove the aura that surrounds us.
That fact that I speak about it creates some kind of incarnation of existence.

Some Kind of Incarnation