The Long View

I cannot ease your pain

Include suffering in your expectations

Conscious existence in full contains

Elated joys and sorrowful lamentations

Gene G. McLaughlin 2017

I Was Here For a Time

I was here for a time

The worlds rages repeated

On this earth for a time

All our dark themes repeated

In quiet moments of grace

These hard truths receded

I was left with that

Which glows in my mind

The passions I have felt

The ties that bind

The love that turns the third eye

To seeing from blind

The war and stuggle can rage around me

The tolls and losses can mount

I will hold the suffering I see

Equally with joys my mind can count

Gene G. McLaughlin 2015

Elated Joys and Sorrowful Lamentations

I cannot ease your pain

Include suffering in your expectations

Conscious existence in full contains

Elated joys and sorrowful lamentations

Gene G. McLaughlin 2014

Be Human

Smile

Lose ground

Until

The end

Feel joy

It goes around

Without us

My friend

Be human

Do not fear

Feel love

Do not pretend

Gene G. McLaughlin 2014

 

Two Thousand Thirteen

Two thousand thirteen

Passed like a fever dream

This year containing

Love loss joy and rage

View time as a guideline

Not a cage

Gene G. Mclaughlin 2013

A Spring Wish

I want to be the man I am on the best of days

For as many days as I able

I want my moments of wonder

To outshine those where I feel unstable

I want to live a life of light and love

Where all days I feel enabled

Come sit with me and we will talk of joys

All are welcome at my table

Gene G. McLaughlin 2013

A Spring Zen Prayer

Permit me to let go the things I am not

The things that are denied me

The things that are not to be

The things that cause me anger

The things that I cannot control

The things that are of me, but haunt me

The things that are of not of me, but haunt me

The things that the world imposed upon me

The things that I imposed upon myself

Permit me to know the things that are hidden

The things that become lost to me repeatedly

The things I must learn time and time again

The things I know are true, but cannot accept

The things that are of all things and not just me

The things that are of me and unmoving and real

The things that are not the narrative of it, but the pulse of it

The things that are silent and neither want nor give

The things a rock knows when the hammer falls upon it

I am the wind

Never allowed to settle or still

I am the ocean

Many things that look to be one from a distance

I am the sand

Both shifting and stable at once

I am the fire

Grown from spark to inferno to cinder all in a day

Let me begin each day and try to hear the silent sound

Let me begin each day and try to see the color of air

Let me begin each day and try to feel the back of my mind

Let me begin each day and try to smell the heat of the rising sun

Let me begin each day and try to feel the love I know pulses through the world,

but is sometimes lost to me.

If I cannot, let me accept my struggle and failure

Living not wanting to be that which I am am not

And rising tomorrow to try again to see

I am not it, but of it

Gene G. McLaughlin 2013