These things
They insist on referring to as
“miracles”
Germinated and formed in your
own mind and with
your hands
They seek to take a piece of and
tax in some medieval manner
Leaving you in turn with nothing
Leaving you to your fate
Presented to you on some gold-
colored platter
An unwanted gift from the court
of Agamemnon
Send it back
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When is enough
enough
When do we grow tired
of the wall-building
of boundaries to push each
other away
When we begin to listen
and learn again
Embracing our own
inner power to reason.
My voice is one matter
but having the ability
to help my students find
voice is another
It is their idea
that will carry on from mine,
their thoughts will
bring needed relief
long after my drafts have
been thrown in the heap
It is a powerful notion
to help another build
thought, make change.
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Do not marry out of lust
Do not chase
after bears
Do not step in front
of moving cars,
Read a lot of books
even if you really don’t,
Know that if you need to
all you have to say I’m not
familiar
it sounds better than I don’t
know
and loads better than IDK,
Spell things out for people
Do not trust anyone
especially those in charge
Question everything
Question this
What I always turn to
For inspiration or energy
When I am downcast
Or in need of invigorating karma
With knowledgeable answers hurrah
Swarm my medulla oblongata
I gibraltared my opinions
Arming my personal philosophy
With the parochial views
That surrounded my youth
Passed on as a legacy
Of ignorance
Maybe through the wish
To not be different
To not voice the uncertainty
That I grudgingly felt
I accepted the doctrine
Of my religion
Doubt crept in
As I was exposed
To a broader world
Slowly without my notice
Fissures developed
I began to question
To stent
A clogged mind
Allowing reason
The blood of wisdom
To reach my gray matter
First one
Then others eroded
Until
Questioning
Left no rock
Just the clay
That crumbled
Under my feet
Some
Have the comfort
Of a closed mind
Always knowing
Where they stand
And I have my dilemmas
With seemingly few answers
It begins innocently enough
With a wondering.
With a however hung
On a what if.
With a maybe
Married to a possibility
Not yet exposed
Or explored.
Sure, there are answers—
Some of them are even
Convincing.
What is deplorable
Is thinking the obvious
Is obvious
Just for existing.
It requires
Some agility—
Some frisky flexibility
To not become distressed
When provoked
By a question
That turns into a quest.