Wednesday, October 31, 2012

The Infinite By Michael Makowsky

The infinite knows neither bounds nor form,
Its whereabouts range from sky to worm;
The infinitesimal atom is home,
For the infinite has everywhere to roam.
It dwells in the heart as eternal silence.
And for its secret it asks no recompense;
The inhabitant's soul is its resting place
where it occupies the room of limitless space.
In the beginning it did not have an end;
Mathematicians found that it would not bend;
Someone once tried hard and gave it a name,
While Alice just called it all "a great big game."
Chasing the Great white Rabbit beneath the sod,
Humans there discover the Impersonal God,
As an intuition that "all are the same",
Lo and behold-the feeding has no name!
The infinite is like a beautiful peach,
Whose sweetness is far, far beyond speech.
O, we shall never ever know
From where it does come or where it does go.

Monday, October 29, 2012

Lunch (Wu Yan)

Kids' playground, parents,
Happy meals, small toys, noises,
Sunday lunch, sandwiches.
October weekend,
Movies with friends, good time spent,
popcorn, juice, laughter.
Cell phone, text message,
Computer, online games,
Students, school, and homework!
Principals, teachers,
Agendas, block schedules,
Teach and learn, God Bless!

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Gourd As Vegetables

Hard shelled, juice meat,
Growth made underground, what fate?
Gourd is earthly treat.
Following the drinking gourd,
Act balanced and fairly,
Carry faith in God.
It's an apt creation
when folks turn gourd shells into
drinking cups, high five.
Some gourd is green veg.,
Cooked ones taste like fresh squash,
it's called bottle gourd.

Sunday, October 14, 2012

Evil By Robert J. Norton

A web was spun by a spider,
That circled the world around,
And when man scarched for the creature,
it was no where to be found.
The web was a snare of evil,
Man could not escape its sin,
But the search for the deadly spider,
Was a vain and hopeless thing.

Monday, October 8, 2012

Inner Thoughts-Sandstone 9/19/1972 By Paul E. Paige

I'm not an ever-constant flow;
Times I push when I need to slow,
Times I hang on when I need to let go,
Times I stop when I need to go.
Times I'm not sure where to go,
And I'm hesitant when I don't know
where i am or where to go,
I struggle with myself, you know.

Friday, October 5, 2012

Passing By Steven Schnider

To know too much destroys the wonder
of the world through which we blunder;
With the knowledge of the thunder
of the rain,
and beauteous flowers,
That spread without refrain.
So seek the other powers,
For our living, breathing hours
so willingly wane.