Monday, September 1, 2014



AFTERWORD


Gentle Reader,

What you’ll find below is an upside-down anthology of sorts: a journal of my frequent morning musings from January 2008 till now, in reverse order.


Much of what I write here is verse in traditional rhymed iambic pentameters, old fashioned in form but contemporary in topics and idiom. It asks to be read aloud so that the effects of rhyme and meter may be felt.


Sometimes I write brief prose essays, but even my verses are essays, or attempts, pursuing a line of thought to some conclusion, though more sonorously than those in prose: discursive verses, I call them.


In either case, you’re the reader over my shoulder as I write, which makes my writing different than when I have no audience in mind but only a vague urge to express. So I thank you for whatever attention you give my words and thoughts and feelings because you might so easily attend to something else, and you soon will.


To beguile you to linger longer, though, I’ve coupled most of my compositions with a photo or image I’ve taken or borrowed, which often corresponds with my words of that day.

Thank you for visiting here.  I hope you enjoy your stay and are moved to come back soon.




—Alan Nordstrom





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PROVIDE

    You may be sharp, intelligent and keen,
    But that’s no guarantee that you are wise,
    For many nasty bastards who are mean
    Are brighter than we want to recognize.

    Oh, yes, it takes intelligence to act
    With prudence and responsibility,
    But without heart and soul, the odds are stacked
    That how you act will end in misery.

        Wisest are those who are both good and shrewd
        With providence their foremost attitude.









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Sunday, August 31, 2014


THERE’S HOPE

    The way we human beings are designed
    Affords us both the latitude of mind
    As well as altitude of consciousness
    To help our special species to progress.

    There’s something we seem destined to become
    That, even though our future now seems glum
    Because of all our waywardness so far,
    Making our reckless history bizarre,

    There’s yet a hope we’ll reach maturity
    By cultivating wisdom that can free
    Our minds to recognize what serves all best,
    For only that way may our kind be blessed.

         Though Homo sapiens sapiens now is bent,
         We’ll straighten up, becoming sapient. 









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Saturday, August 30, 2014


INNER DEPTHS
 

        It takes a cultivated consciousness
        To know how to act wisely in this world;
        And thus for ardent seekers to progress,
        Their inner latencies must be unfurled.

        That double sapience for which we’re named,
        The prospect of our soul’s development,
        Has no reality until it’s claimed,
        Or else remains unrealized intent.

        What acts or practices will then release
        Those powers and capabilities implied
        By Homo sapiens to bring surcease
        To sorrows, letting sapience abide?

             Deep meditation is the way to reach
             What only inner wisdom has to teach.







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Wednesday, August 27, 2014



SAGEING

   What better way to wizen than wise up
   By sipping from a philosophic cup?
   What better compensation for old age
   Than growing as wizard or a sage,
   Leaving behind the follies of one’s youth
   While seeking out some universal truth?

   The contemplation of some higher way
   For humankind to live, rules to obey
   Securing Earth’s sustainability,
   Should be our eminent priority.

   And yet, beyond such prudence, we must nourish
   Whatever makes our souls and bodies flourish,
   For elderhood should show us at our best:
   Exemplars of that Way we have professed.








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Sunday, August 24, 2014


ONE MIND

for Larry Dossey

   Homo noeticus is the next phase
   Of our development, when we’ll have found
   A way beyond our present mental haze,
   Freed from beliefs by which our minds are bound.

   We know from pioneers who now report
   That there’s a psychic realm some call “One Mind,”
   And if we find our route to that resort,
   We’ll see a world to which most now are blind.

   Though long ago I think I glimpsed that state
   With visionary exaltation that
   Endured one night, but did by dawn abate,
   Like turning down my psychic rheostat,

        Yet ever since, I’ve yearned I might return
        To find what further wonders I could learn.



II

    Let’s say then that there is one Cosmic Mind
    By which the universe has been designed,
    In which all human beings participate
    And may commune with when we meditate.

    Imagine it’s a beacon in the sky
    A guiding star to set our courses by,
    By grace of which, when reverently appealed,
    Good Orderly Direction is revealed.

    And yet, most of the time, we’re unaligned
    With the designs of Universal Mind,
    And earthly chaos is the consequence
    While what should be translucent becomes dense.

         The only cure’s to go back in the Zone
         Where what is universal is your own.



III

    The theory goes that all minds are entwined,
    Being by Cosmic Consciousness designed,
    With which we are essentially aligned,
    Though many to this circumstance are blind.

    They then by their estrangement are consigned
    To ignorance for what they have maligned
    Until their circumspection is refined,
    Revealing they are kin with every kind.

 

IV

     One Mind pervades the universe 

     In which all separate souls immerse:
     The Source from which all thoughts disburse,
     An infinite and generous purse.









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Thursday, August 21, 2014


BEING WELL:
POSITIVE PSYCHOLOGY

       Neuroses and psychoses are a bitch:
       They drive our woeful lives into a ditch,
       Requiring counseling and therapy
       To straighten out our skewed mentality;

       But once we’re back to normal, is there more,
       Some psychic higher reaches to explore?
       When we’ve been rescued from our living hell,
       Is there a higher way of being well?

       Indeed, there is a growing school of thought
       Called positive psychology that’s sought
       Just that, discovering new levels of
       Performance and serenity and love.

            Although in many ways this life is hell,
            There still are paths to take for being well.








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