I’d rather see wonder
Than a bully on the street
I’d rather stand up to tyranny
Than to bow and kneel at their feet
How we choose
How we live
What we take
And what we give
We are agents of our decisions
In our mind/body vessel we navigate
How shall we proceed?
What shall be our fate?
What gives meaning to our values?
They are tested over time
When we have no answers
Where do we turn for a sign?
Ask an elderly person in hospice
Ask a cancer patient in stage four
What would you have done differently?
What would you have payed attention to more?
When we face our mortality
The men of God
The men of war
What would you embrace?
What would you deplore?
Ask any Olympic athelete
They compete against their personal best
Seeking conquest of there own achievements
Done on their own behest
In our conquest of our own ethical behavior
Countless factors make up this equation
The wisdom in aggregate from past encounters
May often help us on occasion
The problem with self- improvement
The reflection in the mirror is tainted
Not unlike a Salvador Dali
The surreal reality that is painted
It takes skill and clear perspective
To acquire moral character
If blessed with a loving upbringing
You benefit as a blessed inheritor
Some will never ask the questions
Some will never answer the call
Treading water in the pool of humanity
The vast majority will sink in the squall
When the ego casts a shadow
You bask in the platitudes of self-reflection
With little discretion given
It only increases the self-deception
Care to make a wager?
Anyway the wind blows
With no ties to the ground
That where your destiny goes
If you do something wrong
You can make it right
Better to be honest with yourself
Don’t give up the fight
Just when you think you are close
So close to reaching a goal
Life throws a curve ball
An unexpected variable takes its toll
Catalyst of change…self-indignation
Finding a better way
Learning a new method
Sick of having the same old day
We are creatures of habit
Problems in our conditioning are evidential
An alchemy in our behavior
That is truly consequential
So many people
Go along to get along
Do they understand the implication?
Do they have a sense of wrong?
The social dynamic
Dead poets society
The boys walking in a circle
The axiom of propriety
If you are raised by the morally impoverished
And you see this first hand
You may question the world around you
To help you understand
Not all searches
Will provide the answers you seek
Yet only the prudent
Will provide the best critique
The complexities of human relationships
One ethic may not fit all
Only the deepest thinkers
Are likely to make this call
My individual journey
Is a personal relationship within
Tested relentlessly throughput my life
It is only I who must live in my skin
In deceit we deceive
In the confidence man’s scheme
If gullible we believe
Distraction, retraction, hyperbole, guile
Dishonesty, distortion, evasion in exile
Falsehood, fiction, falsify, fib
Fraudulence, forgery, fabrication, fake
Just how many lies in this life will we make?
The many ways we lie
How many of us?
Should make some changes?
Dealing with adversity
We have to play our hand
When do we fold?
When will we make a stand?
The development of our character
Is not readily given
It is forged through our trials
And for those who do not readily give in
Most parents want what is best for their children
Just how will they prepare?
What behaviors will they model?
Which stories will they share?
For events we cannot control
It may be time for a prayer
I’ve never loved anything more deeply
Than my children who are all now grown
I can only pray they remain safe
As I reach out now over the telephone
We are agents of our destiny
Do we manifest what is returned?
And if this is true
Than what have we earned?
Finding a meaningful purpose
A journey of discovery in every stride
Some never look to reveal
Some are distracted by their pride
The “I” is an illusion
If you use the eye to see
You must go beyond the ego
Escape the self under your own Bodhi tree
Fulfillment in life is conditional
Most set out to advance a personal pursuit
Sometimes it doesn’t come at all
Most would agree that with happiness there is no substitute
One must walk a razor’s edge
The Individual rights and that of the State
The balance of power forever debated
The individual protection is a checkmate
Yet when it comes to purpose
One must rise above one’s self
If you glance at a book in the library
Please put it back on the shelf
The man who is destitute
Has not lost everything
Only the morally destitute
A life of sorrow they will bring
Desolation can be a teacher
If we are alone are we not in our weakest state?
Maybe the kindness of another
Is all we need to change a fate
Send me an angel
I need some help to look over me
I’m weary and I’ve lost my way
I seek liberation lord set me free
My attachment is my bondage
My mind both troubled and conflicted
This might explain why
My better senses are evicted
This battle goes on inside me
Opposing forces will collide
Which force will I follow?
Which force will I hide?
The reason for a prayer
I just don’t have it all figured out
And even if I think I did
Am I certain I am free from any doubt?
I sometimes ask of the world
To give me a ray of hope
Opportunity is not hard to find
If I simply narrow my scope