Whatever, You Matter

Whatever your skin

Or your hair or your eyes,

Whatever your height

Or the size of your thighs,

Whatever your pain

Or your struggles or woes,

If you cannot walk

Or wiggle your toes,

Whatever you think

Or feel or surmise,

Whatever you hope

Or you pray to the skies,

Whatever you know,

Whether boy, girl, or none,

Whatever way

You love or have fun,

Whatever else the world may attach

To define you and box you

With others who match,

Whatever else all the others may see,

Know that you matter.

You matter to me.

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Value, Too

Let the air caress your skin,

And let the Silence enter in.

Take a moment to receive,

For in such moments you’ll perceive

That you and every thing are one,

All that moves under the sun.

Know the value within you,

And know that all have value, too.

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Gaze Anew

All the gains our world can give

Cannot replace our time to live.

So limited in days are we

That from our blindness we must flee.

We must make time for joy, to be,

With no thought of utility.

A dollar lost, a dollar gained

Cannot suffice when time has waned.

With open eyes, let’s truly see

The depths of our mortality;

Then turn our eyes to gaze anew

Upon the life we thought we knew.

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Here, Alive

When the shadows overwhelm,

With the Inner Critic at the helm,

It’s hard to see the value I

Might have in someone else’s eye.

I assume the same is true for you,

When you don’t know just what to do

In the face of your own Self-Defeat,

The scripts you’re not sure you can beat.

When you at this steep cliff arrive,

Wondering if you ought to dive,

Know it’s not too late to thrive.

The world needs you here and alive.

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A Wooded Walk

Trail’s unwinding

And I’m finding

I have need of such reminding.

I oft forget

To come reset

Away from ev’ry civil net.

But here, I’m free

To fin’lly see

In Nature, there’s divinity.

For if we take

A solemn break

From all the progress “we should make,”

I think we’ll find

Our peace of mind.

Our worth is separate from “the grind.”

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No Future?

Why bother with an art?

It’s messy from the start!

It won’t ever make you money,

Unless it’s popular or funny.

Why get involved with stone or paint?

Why your reputation taint?

Do something practical, not fight

To get the words or shading right.

Music’s nice to listen to,

But there’s no future there for you.

Say…

Can you help me decorate?

I’ve seen your stuff; it’s really great!

How do I speak these words of love?

Yes, that’s what I was thinking of!

How shall we now be entertained?

Singer, actors! Glad they’re trained!

See that mural?! Wow, so cool!

Glad she’s not in business school.

Art is called expendable,

Yet it is indispensible.

As firefighters stop a blaze,

So art inspires in many ways.