Let Principle cohere focus   As unconditional Love
       Entirely allowing


Focus appreciation
     Through all perspective's
           Intervibral coincidence,
                  Enjoying 

Allow I self the hand of preference.
    Born Free
        Sense
            Know
               Less resistance
                 Allowing,  You're Worth it.


Get caught, Satisfied with your own natural grace.
     Turn time on a dime.
           Freshen your focus,
                  NOW.

Once upon a time, in a village near the forest,
lived a man with very dark hair and a serious countenance.

He was living alone in a wooden house. He was
making everything with his bare hands.
Every day he walked, before sunrise, deep into the forest.

He picked the highest tree and worked from day to night.
All his furniture, even his plates, spoons and forks, was made of wood.

The man did not have a lot of friends, or neighbors,
and the closest house was miles and miles away. He
never married and he spent all of his life working the
wood. His work made him famous in the nearby
village and they came to him and ask him to repair
everything that was broken. And the man gave all his
time and attention to the wood and it was as if he and wood
understood each other. The wood was given new life and
became a beautiful table, a beautiful chair, or a very
nice door.

People were starting to come to him from far away,

from the big city, asking for more furniture and other decorations.

One day he was preparing a wooden chair, and he
was out in the open air, when suddenly a rare
perfume came to him. He looked around but
nobody was with him. So, the man continued to work
the chair and try to give it a nice shape and wanted to
put also some beautiful colours..

Again the perfume made him turn his head and
then he noticed on the earth a very beautiful
strange flower with several colours…

“I do not remember seeing this flower before” he
said.
“No, you don’t. Because I was a seed and some
days ago a sparrow brought me here from a
foreign country. But as the sparrow got tired
from the long journey, he hid me in the earth,
and he thought that he would come and eat me
later…. But he forgot. I am a seed and if u bury
me I will grow up and become a… “
“A beautiful flower that smells so nice” said
the carpenter.

“Yes, but I smell like that only if I am happy..
Some minutes ago an ant passed and we spoke.

He gave me news about my
family, so I am more happy.”

The perfume was exceptional. It was like the
perfume of the orange flowers with a bit of ylang
ylang. The man had never thought he could speak
with a flower.

“I must finish my chair, I have a lot to do. I must

finish before night comes, ” said the carpenter and

started again to work on the chair.

“Why are you so hurrying to finish your chair?
I see nobody else here with you. Do you have
family, a wife or children?”

Asked the flower.

“No, I am alone and I am very busy. So do not
ask me silly questions, I must work because I
have a chair to deliver….”
“How is possible to work in such a beautiful day,
Look up, the sky is so blue, look at the forest and
the trees, such a beautiful picture.” said the
flower, and continued ” I need some fresh water
and if you have some more grass, you can bring
it close to me, so I will have company. “

“Love yourself… “, said the flower and turned his petals
to the sun.

“I feel much better, but I really need some
water..” repeated the flower again.

“Ohh OK. I will go to bring you some water.”
The man left and went to the house. He took a big
vase and he put some water in it. Then he went out and
he threw the water onto the flower.

“Ohhhh you almost destroy my little petals. I tell
you, you really never love anything or anyone.
You just threw the water, with all your force.
You must be gentle with my petals.”

The flower explained to the carpenter for hours the gentle way

he must water him. And that he must from time to time
change and cultivate the soil. And he asked the carpenter if
he would find some other seeds, and plant them close to
him, so he will not feel alone.

Then the carpenter had a better idea, to take a big
pot. He put some soil inside and he suggested to
his friend the flower to grow in there so he will not
be alone anymore.

The carpenter and the flower became friends; he was
strong enough to carry the pot with him

even when he went to the big city for buying
new tools.

After months passed the carpenter was so
attached to his flower that he started to read books
about gardening and every day tried to make his
friend happier.
He bought a new pot and he placed it near the
window so his flower could have a sun bath all day.
When he went to the forest for cutting wood for his
work, he carried the flower along in a small wooden wagon

so they were always together.

They spoke a lot about everyday life and sometimes
about the future. But the flower always said that we
must show our love now, not in the future”.

Today is so important for the
flowers, from the first sunshine that catches us, we
must take as much light we can, and drink water,
and have someone to care for us, as we are so
fragile.

The flower grew up and became even more beautiful.

And his perfume also became so popular that

when neighbors visited the carpenter, they
asked for the name of this flower, so they can also find
the seeds and plant it in their garden.

The carpenter told his neighbors, “My flower is
very rare and I do not know if you will find the same
seeds. I named my flower “Love”. But as this flower
has a deep impact on my life, I give him this name.
Because he helped me understand that today is more
important than the future.

And love is a free energy and the more we give away,
the more comes back to us. “
The carpenter and the flower stayed friends for a long
time. And the carpenter always left some hours free
after his work for gardening, as he got so many
secrets from his friend, that he could grow any
strange seed and see it grow into a mighty tree or lovely flower.

His garden was very famous and people came from
all over the country to see it.
And when someone asked him about the secret of this
beautiful garden, the carpenter responded, with a
smile:
“Love, is the secret.”
The End

Gold  Heaven

Written by Chinese Poet Hongri Yuan

Translated by Yuanbing zhang

    Ⅰ

The golden sidestep of the days,ah!

arranged golden ladders years.

A mirror

let me saw

countless smiles of time.

The long corridors of gold

leading to countless crystal space-times.

On golden gates

carved with the rounds of

golden sun.

I walked into the rounds of

the mirror of the sun

and saw the palaces of gold.

The big birds of gold feathers,ah!

singing the prehistoric stories to me.

I’m the giant in the sun,ah！

I am the golden sun.

Countless centuries ago

I flew in the crystal universe.

To date the magnificent gold palaces

still waiting for me in the sun

To date the golden sun

Singing in the universe.

I am the king of the sun,ah!

The dragon and phoenix are my mounts.

The wheel of the golden sun

It’s all my hometown.

The countless golden suns

Laughing at me in the universe.

The huge dragons and phoenixes

Flying in the crystal space.

The golden rivers,ah!

Flying down from the sky

and turned into

the new golden seas of time.

I saw the huge castles,ah!

Standing above the ocean.

In the sky with red clouds wafting

sparkled the colourful lights.

The cities of crystal,ah!

like the lofty mountains in the sky.

The aerial gardens,ah!

like the colorful clouds floating in the sky.

I was riding on a golden dragon,ah!

flew to the golden space,

turned into the golden lights,ah!

and flew into the wheels of the sun.

The golden flames of the sun

like a huge and beautiful wreath.

The sacred temples

Smiling and opening to me.

I saw the giants,ah!

Lived happily in the sun.

Their sweet smiles,ah!

like a beautiful garden.

Their great art,ah!

sparkled the divine joy.

The magnificent palaces of gold,ah!

Were exactly their masterpiece.

The flowers of the jewels and gold,ah!

Were in full bloom in the gardens of the sun.

The pavilions and towers of crystal,ah!

Sparkled the strange light.

The lines of words of jewels

enchased in the walls of gold.

The huge statues

smilling to you gladly.

The massive painting that engraved by gold

hung in the center of the main hall.

Inlaided with gems

like the cities of gold.

The huge dragon and phoenix

singing joyfully in the sky,

like the pieces of mysterious movement

made me to forget the time suddenly.

Every giant sun

was the kingdoms of gold.

The countless holy giants

lived their miraculous lives.

They had neither night

nor years of the world.

Ten million years of mankind

seemed to be their one day.

They had no worry

sparklling the light all over their bodies,

like the rounds of sun

smiled gladly all the time.

Their divine wisdom

could change the universe,

Let every star in the sky

to turn into the beautiful home.

Countless hundreds of millions of years ago

they created humans.

Even the little earth

was also their works.

With their own spirits

they created the universes.

The countless shining stars

like their words.

In that distant space

they were engaged in creation.

The whole change of minkind

has already existed in their eyes.

They were the ancestors of mankind

And were filled with affections to mankind,

and all the wisdom of mankind

had come from their transmission.

Many centuries ago

they have come to the world,

created the sacred civilizations

and the cities of gold.

Their offspring from generation to generation

lived and reproduced on the earth,

experienced numerous changes

To have humans today.

Those ancient civilizations

are still shining in space.

All the past time

are all in another space.

The prehistoric civilization of mankind

will come fortunately again to the world,

As if the underground seeds

sprout and bloom on the ground.

The countless great arts

will be brilliant youth!

That miraculous science and civilizations

will illuminate the new history.

The old earth,ah!

And will be young again.

The flames of his heart,ah!

Will make himself transparent.

The countless sleeping time,ah!

Will wake up from the stone.

The bright and holy lights

will turn into the springs.

Those holy giants,ah!

Will go out of the sun,

with the wisdom of those lights

Illuminating the time-space of mankind.

The golden halls will appear

in the transparent oceans,

like the giant ships

towards the coast of mankind.

In the silent mountains

will ring out the joyful songs,

the fragrant rivers

will flow into the paradises of mankind.

I opened the doors,ah!

And saw the space-times,

the great civilizations,ah!

laughing before my eyes.

The countless eras of light

are coming up to us.

The cities of crystal

blooming in the new time-spaces.

The great flowers of civilization

blossoming in the seas of time-space.

The rounds of the golden sun

are also laughing and singing in space.

The countless cities of gold

blinking towards me in the sun,

spilt the gay singings

like the colorful flowers.

I saw that heaven and earth

filled with laughters everywhere,

that giant planets

also turned into human homes.

Ⅱ

I opened one door after another

And flew into a sun after another.

The sacred golden civilization,ah!

like an endless long corridor of time.

Those giants of the sun,ah!

working on the sacred creation.

Let the gold of time

To turn into the countless paradises

Their holy spirits, ah!

Illuminated the space-times,

and created the magic sciences

and that holy arts.

I heard the rounds of the sun,ah!

Singing to me in space,

as if there were countless suns

sending out the golden lights.

I entered the universes

and opened the time-spaces

Every crystal space,ah!

There were also the rounds of the sun.

The stars of time,ah!

Shining in the space of crystal

turned into the bright lights

and agglomerated into the sea of the universe.

All the wisdom of the world

came from the deep space.

The seas of time,ah!

were pregnant with the countless suns.

All the futures of mankind

were enshrined in the sun.

The future pictures of the mankind

Will shine the joyful lights.

Every wanderer of the world

are all the descendants of the sun,

The countless centuries ago,ah!

were all the golden giants.

Opening the picture books of the time,ah!

The mankind had been incomparable tall.

The Himalayas,ah!

Was just a little giant.

Before the birth of the earth

mankind have already existed.

The countless stars of the universe

had all been the human homes.

The changes of mankind,ah!

Created the different civilizations.

The another great space,ah!

determined the course of the world.

The future of mankind has been arranged

in the golden palace of the sun,

as if the huge pictures

were enshrined in the rolls of golden book.

The golden books of the sun

shone the words of gold,

the lines of mysterious words, ah!

Gestated the future civilization.

All kinds of issues of human creation，ah！

Came from the revelation of the sun

Only the holy spirit

could understand the words of the sun.

The giants of the sun,ah!

Were the master of the sun.

The rounds of the great suns

were the lights of their  hearts.

They were the ancestors of mankind,ah!

They were the earliest human.

In the sun,ah!

Watching their descendants.

Siddall, Sherry.  Sweet Land (Finishing Line Press, 2021)

     Sweet Land is a Love poem:  the unknown, the personal touch.  Ark charts a walk on the beach, meditation:  the ocean’s tongues lap, and the shells wash up and on as “buttercups,” the whole inner and outer changed for the good. 

     “Before the Frost” is an example for Love and Hope.  Memory of a nursing home, as I interpret: “I never thought it would come to this . . . :”  Poem ends:

“winter is coming

it will be glorious soon, all

the light absorbed, done.”

     And North Carolina’s state bird lives in the poem “Cardinal.”  “I hear fierce birds again, as a brown horse watches me over the fence.”

     Sherry Siddall’s Sweet Land rocks and waves with Love of words and surround.  Bareness crackles and winter’s gone, “no future here, no joy, but still those buds,” always the breaking in the sweet sweat of living day to day among “supple” twigs that become the red bird that settles all.  And then “Elegy,” cardinal dead beneath my window.

     Who has not seen this?  Siddall lets us spread the “redness where there is no color.”

     “Hunting Season” speaks for me, for I feed the small game I hunted for the table when I was a boy, a “hunter.”  Her poem’s about hunting ducks; I substitute doves in my memory in her words, “limp feathered bodies” on a rail. 

     These two lines in Sweet Land sum Hope:  “None of earth’s beauty holds us so fast / as this sky, this immensity flying past.”  

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Shelby Stephenson was North Carolina’s poet laureate, 2015-2018. His recent book is Shelby’s Lady:  The Hog Poems.

Night Descends on the Nation’s Capital   

                  January 6, 2021  

Smoke rises from the Nation’s Capital. 

Flashbangs explode used by the rioters. 

Along with bear spray attacking the police.

Killing an officer and harming many others.

A mob of white rioters invaded the capital in daylight.  

In full military gear with zip ties and Trump flags,  

Using the American flag to beat a police officer.   

It was a dark night in our nation’s history  

Like the nights in 68, when D.C. burned to the ground.  

You remember the night that Dr. King was assassinated. 

The nights when the black community took to the streets.  

The nights that the national guards patrolled the streets,

The police Shot tear gas into the crowds of black Americans. 

The jeeps and military vehicles raced down the streets.  

Guns mounted on the jeeps in the nation’s capital

Remember as troops stood on the steps of the capital. 

A night when a little black boy hid in the bathroom.   

Afraid that he would die in the fire of the night.   

It all happened with the looting and vandalizing. 

Our democracy and the foundations of the nation attacked.  

They looked to assassinate the Vice-President,  

And the speaker of the house and others.   

It was a night of total pandemonium as Trump watched.  

A coup perpetrated by Neo-Nazis with Trump’s blessings.  

Unchecked, as they shouted death threats repeatedly.   

The night when a hangman’s noose,  

Was erected on the Capitol grounds.  

White supremacy has gone unbridled,  

For decades terrorizing those of color in America. 

It was that night that America was blackened,  

And the President watched with delight.   

Black Americans have been lynched for decades.  

This night the night our congress was being hunted,  

By the mob in combat gear without their hoods. 

Wanting to lynch as many as they could find.  

  While parading the confederate flag in the halls of the Capital.   

Note: Lawrence O’Donnell spoke of military jeeps with guns mounted in D.C. 68 riots on one of his shows. I remember the jeeps in the riots; however, I have not been able to source it currently the jeeps with mounted guns in D.C. There are photographs of jeeps with mounted guns in riots in Illinois

Source Alan Taylor, The Atlantic April 3, 2018.

1-25-2021  

My American Flag   

It hangs on to the edge of my desk.  

Ripped and torn for years of flying on that old car. 

After the September 11th attack on America.  

This was a moment in which America meant so much to me. 

Confused

A picture of her spoke a thousand words
but when I held her hands and walk away
I feel that the whole world is peaceful and
incredible until we are reached the boneyard
She kissed me and told me “don't be confused”.
I remember the twilight of infinite satisfaction
She would exhale and let me exhale to end my
fatigue, difficulty, and still help me to dream of
strolling back to Baghdad without any barriers,
or even hold a weapon from the era of the war.
She is the motivation, she is the justification
If you ever meet with her, let her know that my
heart is weeping with her scent, and my eyes
are bleeding from the times we touched the broken
star to collect your elegance to the moonlight.
The sun is the same sun without her silky hair
The winter is the exact winter without her soft lips
Today is a delusion day because people are
everywhere and everyone is wondering if her
death is the terror that provoked me to live miserable.