Being Bald

Being bald is as we all were once inside the womb

With age or illness, blade or groom

We can return to glorious form

There is no color, cut, nor style

More native than this norm

Being Strong

Being strong is great but all true power comes from soul

Directing force of will as our creations here unfold

Being Graceful

Being graceful is far more than physical control

But a refrain that moves through you

Synched in rhythm with the soul

When mind and body meld

Along with pneuma and theos

Conjoined with all creation as a part of being whole

Being Glad

Being glad for others that are kind fulfills our hopes

That we will find a place, a home, a purpose

And a chance to give our own true gift in kind

Being Friendly

Being friendly’s contagious--it spreads all around

Tolerant and gracious, appealing and favored

Yet the key’s not in being accepted ourselves

But grows when acceptance of others abound

Being Sad

Being sad is quite natural as tears are sometimes

It helps to wash the hurt away and clarify our eyes

To see the plight of others and thereby empathize

Being Happy

Being happy and free is the best thing of all

Be it rich man or poor man, if we own the prize

Be it woman that’s famous or unknown withal

Our enjoyment’s complete if we are grateful

Being Old

Being old must be earned everyday that we live

Through our work, garnered wisdom, and experience here

The sands of the hour glass don’t disappear

But mound on the other side through blood, sweat, and tears

Being Young

Being young is a joy

But it longs to progress

To be more independent

And transcend the nest

To be older and wiser

With skill and finesse

Being Slow

Being slow doesn’t always put someone behind

For forethought increases arriving on time

Prepared for the task with due diligence primed

Being Fast

Being fast can be good if the timing is right

For a false start’s invalid, and rhyme needs a rhythm

As fruit given time ripens sweet on the vine

Being Sly

Being sly can be good if your motive is pure

For anonymous gifts are best understood

By the joy that they spawn

Surely wonderment causes one to look around

For the source as one pauses to ferret the bond

An act in itself which lights more candles found

Being Funny

Being funny is great, if it’s at your expense

But hit and run comics are cowards at best

Their bray and the bleat are a laugh track for sheep

Hence, benevolent clowns will tear nobody down

Nor strike below the belt

Yet wise is the fool that can laugh at himself

Being Shy

Appearing shy doesn’t mean you don’t think

If you listen to others long before you speak

Such consideration is smart, as they say

That a man of few words appears wiser each day

Being Loud

Being loud is not being right

But it is your right to be loud as you like

Speak your mind, say your piece

Share opinions--beliefs

And then afford others their freedom of speech

Being Athletic

Being a jock is such fun

For sports and athletics are great

It’s contest and health

Its team and it’s self

It’s play and it’s learning, as we recreate

Being a Bookworm

Being a bookworm is good

Read all that you can within reach

But don’t forget life, for in journal you’ll write

About what no book learning can teach

Down and Dirty

Don’t be afraid to get dirty

Just dive into life as it is

Be it pleasure or work

In the moment don’t shirk opportunities

To take what life gives

Being Tidy

Being tidy makes an orderly world

An environment all can enjoy

Find a place for each thing

And each thing you will find in its place

When its time to employ

Being a Joy

Being a joy brings happiness to self as well to others

So do what is right with your heart and your might

For both sides of life’s bread kindness butters

Being a Challenge

Being a challenge is often

But a show of strength and spirit

When bridled one can channel it

Towards everybody’s benefit

Being a Boy

Being a boy holds honor

Both in tenderness and duty

For soft and strong can bend

And long outlast

The hard and brittle macho mask

In courage, poise, and beauty

Being a Girl

Being a girl is special

Whether tomboy or a princess

You’re free to choose, become, enjoy

What you want to through life’s ingress

Being Tall

Being tall does not set one above all in my view

Perspectives of empathic heights

See eye to eye through common heart

Alike as God sees you

Being Thin

Being thin is not being weak

Discount such narrow views

The skinny of our inner strength’s endurance

We can choose

Being Small

Being small isn’t less

Being short--not deficient

For the tiniest seed

Has been likened to faith

With the strength to move mountains

Being more than sufficient

Being Big

Being big isn’t better

But surely no worse

It is largeness of heart

Full of courage and love

Which sets one above

With the best of the earth

Pandora’s Box

In the back of the mind

There’s a key to a lock

Of a box that plays music

When the latch is unstopped

By lifting the lid

Plays a melody sweet

Then thickens like pitch

To a foreboding beat

In all nothing more

Than a pallet for paint

With lights against darks

Neither demon or saint

For the heart is a canvas

Its surface is flush

And intent forces out

The hand wielding the brush

Then stir up this boiling caldron of notes

That pulses through veins

No genre can choke

Till rhythm and theme

Cling like flesh to the bone

The music now takes on a life of its own

Permanence

The search for self has led me

Through a labyrinth of lies

Through mythical illusions

And clean out the other side

For when I tried to lose myself

Discovered where I hide

Erasing all I could revealed

Where permanence resides

Subtracting all the outer world

As if I were born blind

I then relieved my train of thoughts

Yet something did I find

Awareness and eternity

Inseparably entwined

An essence that endures

Beyond the memory of mind

This seed of true identity

Once nourished and refined

Can see all souls connected

In the Grand Olam Design

Seasoning

To wend, to weet

To yearn, to reap

The fruit of life in season

To rest, to seed

To muse, to heed

The voice of winter’s reason

The Pearl of Great Price

A pearl is both transparent

And reflective just the same

Its opaque white reflects all light

And prismed colors splay

Appearing almost luminous

It fetches quite a price

The gateway into heaven

Is a metaphor derived

For if we peered through heaven’s gate

We’d see self in its mirror

And yet we’d see to others

Through its portal also clear

Revealing diverse colors

While preserving them as one

Like sentience itself within

Divine comparison