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REMEMBER: FEAR-LOVE-HEAL

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To love is to Heal.

To accept Love is to Be Healed.

Healing begins when Fear is vanquished.

Perhaps it is the other way around.

Fear returns to the shadows and birds begin to chirp.

Fear becomes itself at first light.

The Light of Love is felt with the decision to Accept.

Acceptance lights the Path.

The Path is Today.

This is the way,

To Heal,

To be Healed.

Love becomes the Lover.

And Fear becomes a fading memory.

 

THE MYSTERY OF THE FRAYED COLLAR

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What could be more comfortable

Than a frayed collar

On the white, broadcloth dress shirt

That you wore to the 2012 convention?

Did your guy win?

Did you win?

Were you wearing a Windsor knot?

Is that shirt with the frayed collar still hanging in your closest?

Will you wear it beneath the jacket of a hand tailored DC suit when you cast your ballot in 2016?

Enjoy.

(And while you’re at it, wear your best, black, knee-length socks.)

THE STORYTELLER

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I am a travelling Storyteller

A roving teller of tales

Or perhaps I am the Story

When the storyline begs to fail.

 

These stories have no beginning

Often there is no end

I’m encouraged to say there is always a need

To that end I am wont to portend.

 

I can say in addition upon request

That the words are rarely mine

For I’m driven you see by a Greater Force

That flows through my lips or my fingertips

To the ears and eyes of thine.

 

So what is your story?

Do you sing? Do you dance?

Do you pick your way by the seat of your pants?

Are you waiting to share till the time is in sight?

Do you leap from your bed in the still of night

With a lump in your throat that attests to the fright

Of a wasted day as you lay in the hay

Wondering what in the hell to say?

Must you wait ‘til the words are right?

 

I am a traveling Storyteller

A roving teller of tales

Or perhaps I am the Story

When the storyline begs to fail.

When the storyline begs to fail.

 

 

 

BACK TO THE PLANET OF THE APES

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BACK TO THE PLANET OF THE APES

Many of my friends with whom I have enjoyed the convenience of cellular conversations, no longer answer when I call; they tell me I should text. The result is that I have fewer cellular conversations.

 

Texting is not a replacement for speech; it is in fact, a threat to spoken vocabulary. We all possess several vocabularies. The most limited of these sub-categories is Text Language which is the smallest of them all. TL is quickly replacing our reporting vocabulary, our reading vocabulary and our conversational vocabulary, all of which until recently were for most people our largest vocabularies.

 

The smart phone is returning us to a Planet of the Apes.

 

Note: I had an emergency surgery yesterday on my right hand. I had an ugly, rapid growth squamous cell interfering with the use of  my right hand. I shall return On October 1 2014.

THE STORYTELLER

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I am a travelling Storyteller

A roving teller of tales

Or perhaps I am the Story

When the storyline begs to fail.

These stories have no beginning

Often there is no end

I’m encouraged to say there is always a need

To that end I am wont to portend.

 

I can say in addition upon request

That the words are rarely mine

For I’m driven you see by a Greater Force

That flows through my lips or my fingertips

To the ears and eyes of thine.

 

So what is your story?

Do you sing? Do you dance?

Do you pick your way by the seat of your pants?

Are you waiting to share till the time is in sight?

Do you leap from your bed in the still of night

With a lump in your throat that attests to the fright

Of a wasted day as you lay in the hay

Wondering what in the hell to say?

Must you wait ‘til the words are right?

 

I am a traveling Storyteller

A roving teller of tales

Or perhaps I am the Story

When the storyline begs to fail.

When the storyline begs to fail.

When the storyline begs to fail.

 

 

WHAT? HOW’S THAT AGAIN?

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How introduces  Logic
What says You Must do This.

How seeks Truth, no matter…
What seeks proof of a Kiss.

How is  based on Loving.
What says you wouldn’t dare

How is the way of the Tortoise.
What is the way of The Hare.

How is the flight of the Albatross
What is the way of the Free.

What is the Law, the Rule of Thumb
Free is the How for me.