Time is not a fleeting thing,

It is permanent,

Like the impression of a moment,

In the records of life,

Consciousness,

The soul is experienced in waves of connected, flowing, perception,

The stem carries

Blossoms of life, that open and find form,

Time takes away endless tomorrows,

But leaves forever today

For the skies, the cold ground surges,

New life from old life emerges,

Energy courses through potential,

Back and fourth or round and round,

Gravity gives us a sense of balance,

Even if our days are challenged,

Power in time consumes and purges,

For the ground, the sky speaks & urges

Painting by Lee Matuga

Where are we now?

Deep within our world,

Are we doing well?

What work needs to be done?

Can we relax and savour the moment?

In due time,

We are here,

As real as Ever,

Enjoying the breaths,

Between finding more

And being unaware,

Need to see the grace,

Reach peace

A few thoughts:

Try not to fixate.

It can distort the view, and amplify stress.

I’m crashing out,

putting some words together,

depending on my mood.

Top or bottom of the yo-yo,

it’s all a phase.

Think about what tides you through,

And find ways to be well on the journey.

Things will change. Focus can stay the same. Look past the gong show, until you have balance again.

Take care!!

Celebrate good times, work hard so they improve,

If music flows like water, weather sets the groove,

Enjoy life past sun or storm, stay certain we can achieve,

Avoid mistakes in action, develop what we believe,

Hurtling through time like a hydrous meteor,

To get past collisions, insight must lead us more,

Learning to live best, by taking time to test,

Blast past fear or doubt, by knowing all the rest,

Fill thought to the top, and don’t leave out the bottom,

Good days or bad days, everybody’s got them,

For each challenge on cue, we ask what can we bring,

When confidence stays true, we get past anything,

Never stop questioning, and always find more faith,

We get better answers, if our senses in knowledge bathe

It is really on the peripheral,

Sometimes it pours like a waterfall,

Out of the corner of my eye,

All I see is glimmers,

And when I refocus on the path I follow,

I learn to love the day much more,

Sometimes it appears much different,

Red salmon swim at the current,

If total vision is out of reach,

Shapes and colours linger,

Until we refresh the image and breathe deep,

We assimilate what we see,

Read the real vision with your own vocabulary,

Take the sights you see,

The sounds you hear,

Find more peace for you,

Feel the real vision with your soul, it ain’t so scary,

Work hard to be glad,

Take good with bad,

Find some peace for you,

It is watching time and the daily parade,

It is seeing ways to make the grade,

Jog my memory, up a steep hill,

Feel the burn, and hunger still,

For the top,

That is hard to see,

I stretch my mind and look through trees,

Top to bottom, keep the faith,

Keep a goal that always stays,

Real vision,

See it crystal clear,

Real vision,

Always stay aware,

Real vision,

Make the most of your senses,

Real vision,

Don’t be apprehensive,

Find more peace for you,

Do what you can do,

Find more peace for everyone,

Find some peace for you,

It’s really on the peripheral,

Sometimes it pours like a waterfall,

Out of the corner of my eye,

All I see is glimmers,

And when I refocus on the path I follow,

I learn to love the day much more,

It’s really what I take in my soul,

Take in my mind, take as my goal,

Of everything that I feel,

Life is a dream that shimmers,

What I reach out to will surely follow,

And distant focus simmers,

I try for common sense and confidence to get through,

I learn to love the moment and work hard to keep it true

Sporting blue jeans and a light fall jacket,

He looked around and did not see a soul,

Not enterprising, like now in his racket,

Works so we all have the same wellness goal,

Good health for the most, means happy to get by,

Fair days come from hard work, and sharing when we can,

With intense looks now, there’s a mission in his eye,

Indifferent to the rain, a chill won’t change his plan,

So he walks on surely, too rock-solid to shiver,

Raw electricity comes from within,

Surges into efforts, each action delivers,

Potential waits as his new charge begins,

Meaning rings each hour, persistent are the chimes,

Synchronous perception, has vision far past time

An after thought on this is:  You can’t really go further than time.  ‘Far past’ seems to be a measure of distance.  Time is duration.  Space is distance.  I couldn’t think of words to describe this relationship.  Does anyone know?

Causality & synchronicity to time & space: Congruent?

I want to apply these ideas in mental health.  I can see it applying for me.  How can I describe, and instruct on that, so that it can help others?

Any thoughts?

I feel like a lizard twisting out of my old skin,

Stretching into the new world, feeling new life begin

As the book opens, I read the moments into existence,

The authors and publishers yield to the reader’s insistence,

My cat can’t read, but learns the human language through osmosis,

Am I just like my cat, and learn it all when the book closes?

As I close my eyes tight, I see the future glowing,

It’s not dark, there is warmth, it is all in the knowing,

I think this poem and picture are not a perfect match, but I love this picture and I value this poem.

When I was younger,

I would wonder,

Now I am older,

I don’t look over my shoulder,

Unless I’m changing lanes,

Because I arrive on time,

People don’t cross the line,

If I am bolder,

I will reach my goal or

At least use all of my brains

Hey there Clouds,

Get out of my way!

I’m looking for a sun shiny day,

Sky, looking down like smoldering ashes,

Past the edges of clouds, the sun brightly flashes,

Gold and white blasts through squinting eyelashes,

Freedom that blinds us, the brilliant lights catch us,

Hey there clouds,

Come make my day,

Cloud over the sky,

Make it all grey,

My mood is sullen,

And you make it stay,

Bright thoughts in my head,

Make me okay again,

Bad moods are a big mistake,

There is just a cloud in the way,

Get it out of my head,

Got to get it out of my head,

Never going to die,

Never going to die,

Never going to be dead,

Get it out of my head,

Now I want to see it thru,

Just like the sun,

I want the blue,

No bad mood,

Just colors true,

I won’t feel sad,

I won’t forget you,

Never going to do it,

Never going to do it,

Never going to do it again,

Got to get it through my head,

Just a bad thought,

Caused a bad mood,

Think of sunshine,

Got to get it into my head,

Mercy, mercy, tear dries,

Got to get clouds out of my head,

Breathe,

Be the wind,

Be the calm,

Clouds will clear,

Times turn out nice,

And it opens your eyes,

Peaceful hours arrive,

It’s good to be alive,

Encumbered by this challenge, at times when I used to stress,

All I see now is the fire, and feel the drive for success,

Strive to get above the money, and the coldest monotony,

I want to share a vision with people, so that they know what I’ve got in me,

The sun loves the blue,

Just like the clouds do,

And the hours can still stay as fair,

If I happen to stare into dark clouds with you,

Of the sunshine I am always aware

It’s one of those times when I step outside,
And the air all around me, just feels so right,
The wind is welcoming and the scene is bold,
Impressions of trees and things, are brighter than gold,

It feels like I have been inside for weeks,
When really, it’s only been half a day,
Finally, I step outside into the open air,
The sanctuary is cold and grey,

The images of the day are crisp through the misty,
Flowing precipitation of the autumn skies,
Tasks are complete, and now we have time to play,
Or work for more hours to attain the prize,

The questioning of tomorrow becomes less and less,
Because I know just how far it will go,
It won’t ever change, though it may rearrange,
“We will have it made in spades,” is the undertow,

It’s the story of another rainy day,
When all the fear has gone away,
Time now moves past smooth, not tense,
Schemes of beauty make more sense,
Existence forms when angels pray,
Tells us the way the opposition will play,
Rugged nature frames every static hour,
Weather breaking peacefully or in dramatic power,
Now, everything I want is here to stay,
Even though its cold and damp today,
This sunny dream has gone far astray,
We all need freedom to be okay,
With torrential rains of faith, life is a complete downpour,
The fresh moments we savor most when we burst right out the door