2010-11-23

ALWAYS


Each has their own field of focus for their particular 
          needs and growth.
All are expressions of the Source. 
And the universe is always expanding and evolving. 
Always a new adventure,
And many wonderful people and teachers 
       that help us join the joyous adventure.
Jesus, perhaps the brightest light of all 

            - who knows for certain?
Buddha before him... and Lao Tse before that...
And many other lights since...
Each is part of consciousness, part of the totality.
To say that one is more right,
Or more 'in the know' than another is to misunderstand 
     the many aspects of manifestation.
The great Intelligence of creation permeates all.
That which we have labeled intelligence, 
        the IQ sort - the ability to solve problems and puzzles,
Is but a minuscule portion of that totality.
To think that the part could ever comprehend the whole 
                          points in the direction of delusion,
And is illusion.
We are part of that whole, whether we know it or not, 
                                         whether we admit it or not.
Those who dare to explore and challenge the 'status quo' 
          of thought - those know what freedom is.
Those will bring innovation and a new clarity 

                   to their field of endeavor.
Do not set out to prove that something is right or wrong,
For in either case it encourages resistance and conflict 
          instead of generosity and harmony.
Instead, look forward to discovering something that
             might inspire joy in others.
Let not the arrogance of personal desire supersede kindness that
Might be offered when it is most welcomed.
For it is yourself that you are meeting, in every moment,
                                         in every way, in every place –
Always
... 
wladicus - 2010.11.23

2010-11-22

Light of Joy


You are a child of freedom,
And yet you give it up so quickly -
And then the light of day is longer in coming.

As a babe, not long out of the light,
In the depth of your eyes, gleamed a spark sublime.
And the world wanted your joy.

But the burden of the world,
Could not understand the light of joy,
And failed to see its worth.


wladicus 2010.11.17

2010-11-11

WHAT a SIGHT

- January 6, 1970 -
(Lyrics to a Song)

I went to the town all alone,
Letting all my thoughts there to roam;
Nothing but a camera in my hand,
I stopped, and looked,
and saw the world stand.


              -oOo-


What a sight!
My delight!
People talking  here and there;

Some are rushing, some don’t care:
 

Talking, walking, rushing, bending, 
Stretching, pushing, and upending,
Yelling, telling, even selling,
Looking, chewing, eating, smelling –
 

            What a sight! My delight;
            What a sight! What a sight!

                            -oOo-

I said to myself standing there
Look all around you, be aware.
Waiting with my camera for a chance, 

I stopped, and looked, and watched the world dance.


        Do you know what I’ve got?
        Something priceless can’t be bought.

        Behind a camera moving fast,

        I snapped, and caught
the moments as they passed.

 
                                                                                                              wladicus

2010-11-01

Flight of the Eagle


                                                                                                                                                                             (An Ode to K)
         - June 16, 1992 -
                      _|_
      = Lyrics to a song = 

There was a man,
      a gentle man –
You are the world,
           said he.

Look at yourself,
           and see.

And as he spoke,
           I heard him say –

A thousand yesterdays
Have bound you 
to your ways.

                                                                                CHORUS:
Watch an eagle                                    
       soaring through the sky;        

See it fly and never leave a mark …     
Freedom is the way it flies.                   
Listen to the whisper in the wind;             
Hear the song that love will sing again …
Freedom is the joy it feels – to live again.

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He questioned why, one does not end 
So many years – of pain,                    
Where sorrow still remains.                


And as I looked within his eyes 
Compassion spoke, so kind –   
It gently touched my mind.      

Finale:
Watch an eagle soaring through the sky;
See it fly and never leave a mark …
Freedom is the way it flies.


wladicus

2010-10-31

To Keet




Kitty-cat, pussy-cat
Scruffy neck, bushy fur,
Layin’ there
as you purr –
Meoww !
…..Pussy-cat, kitty-cat,
…..Sitting snug, on my lap –
…..Gettin’ set for a nap –
…..Meoww !



Do you care,
Does the world alarm you ?
 

No, you don’t care,
Not a worry confounds you


       ‘Cause – you’re – a

…..Kitty-cat, pussy-cat,
…..Full of life – zip and zest.
…..This is my time to rest –
…..Meoww !


Pussy-cat, kitty-cat,
Ears all perked, eyes so bright,
Playful paws 

               – a child’s delight –
Meoww !

2010-10-29

The Way I Think of You

                  - August 28, 1969 -
                              (Song Lyrics)

This is the way I think of you.
Twinkling stars and the
morning dew,
Mountain streams clear and blue,
This is the way I think of you.


A new day starts when the sun comes up.
A father sighs when his son grows up.
Day to day no time is forlorn,
Day to day a life is born.

Streams where water lilies grow;
Silver valleys full of snow;
Giving life and giving rest,
Giving love and happiness.


                                                 Stars will shine both day and night,
                                                 The moon reflecting lovers’ light.
                                                 The evening dims and the morning dawns,
                                                 The baby cries and the mother comes.

                                  Velvet petals spreading out
                                  To the world round about,
                                  Showing beauty and the colour
                                  Of a lovely country flower.

                                                                  Setting suns and rising moons,
                                                                  Summer nights and mellow tunes –
                                                                  Loving just the one you love,
                                                                  Loving for the sake of love.

                                                                                 Whispers in a gentle breeze,
                                                                                 Singing loving melodies.
                                                                                 Happy tear drops wetting cheeks,
                                                                                 Winding paths and trickling creeks.

                                                 This is the way I think of you.
                                                                                                               …

2010-10-28

Thoughts and Time

                       - October 18, 1969 -
                             (Lyrics to a song)
                       ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Floating thoughts in the air,
Autumn leaves, trees are bare.
Drifting down, swirling around,
Brown on yellow on red
- no sound
Just dancing
- the sky, the ground.

Coming or going, ... thoughts and time.
Floating thoughts in the air,                 
Memories wander,
thoughts to share.  
Breathe and breath,
live and climb,     
A breath, a thought, a place, a time ...
To think - life is a rhyme.                    


Coming or going, thoughts and time.
Floating thoughts in the air,                                  
Floating thoughts thoughts that care.                   
Drifting down, swirling around,                             
Brown, on yellow, on red - no sound                    
Just dancing -                                                      
thoughts and time.                           

People Running People Down


                                - August 26, 1969 -
                                     (Lyrics to a song)
             _/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/_/

All the time I look around,
People running people down,
The world goes spinning 'round and 'round.
People running people down.


People rush and many hurry,
Some do push and others worry,
The world goes spinning 'round and 'round,
People running people down.


All you people look around,
Stop your silly running around.
People running all around,
People running people down.


                        Find yourself, come on out
                        Of that crowd rushing about;
                        People realize what you do,
                        They are wise, those who do.

          All you people seeking wealth,
          Do you really know yourself?
          People running all around,
          People running people down.


                                           Stop right there! Who are you
                                           Running around, as you do?


                            People pushing in a hurry,
                            People rushing in a scurry,
                            People running all around,
                            People running people down.

Wings of Freedom

                               - July 28, 1968 -         
                               (Lyrics to a song)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
High up in the sky the birds do fly,
They spread their wings, and soar and dive.

Down on the ground, where people are found,
The birds do fear to come around.

Why do they fear so much to come,
And see us down upon the ground?

Maybe the answer is there for me;
I look up in the sky, and there I see -

The birds do fly, and soar around,
On wings of freedom, they leave the ground.

But men have flown; they reached the sky
On silvered wings, and still they died.

And still they look, and search the skies
For wings of freedom, to leave the ground.


But why must they try to leave the ground,
When wings of freedom for men, on earth must be found?

Wings of freedom are to the birds,
Who fly up in the sky ...

---- walt dutchak (aka wladicus) ----