Time

Another year is coming to an end

Another year will take its place

Life continues no matter what we do

Time drags us along

No matter how much kicking and screaming we do

It continues

Why do we waste so much time trying to control it?

Trying to deny it with plastic surgery

Always pursuing fantasies like the fountain of youth

Or eternal life

But this life was not meant to be eternal

It is precious, precisely because it is limited

So many people live their days

Abiding by social norms

Participating in accepted wastes of time

Disrespecting their time here

Until they find out that they are terminally ill

Then suddenly, they start to live fully?

You shouldn't need impending doom

To wake you up to the truth about life

To feel its precious gift

To want to live it to the fullest

To want to share your joy with others

And celebrate in theirs

Yet so many people wrap themselves in self-absorbed pursuits

Until the point of no return

Wasting minutes, hours, days, months and years in fruitless labors

Like self-pity, anger, hatred, fear, and mistrust

Things that only subtract from life

Ours and the lives of those around us

Why do we put so much emphasis on certain days

That when we are alone on them, we feel like lesser beings?

Is any day truly any different from the next

Other than what we make of it?

If you view a holiday as just another day

Do you not release the weight of social stigma?

Time is relative to our perception of it

If I am alone on New Years Eve

I am only a lesser man if I view myself that way

I am not a better man if I go out and get drunk

If I have nowhere worthy of going

I should be fine with being alone

Do we enhance ourselves by being slaves to time?

Why do we wear watches?

I no longer do and my life is freer because of it

We surround ourselves with reminders of time

And then we find so many ways to waste it

And so many ways to regret doing so

The last time I hung a calendar

It was not to know the date

But to see the picture my niece drew for it

The year, the month, the day did not matter

The substance of her imagination did

For it was a representation of her light

Creating is never a waste of time

Like my time spent writing this

Humans are pack animals

If we do not share our gifts, we waste them

When we share them, we shine

We create beautiful moments for others and ourselves

Learning is never a waste of time

If we stop learning, are we really alive?

Learning is growth, growth is living

A person who ceases to learn is more dead than alive

You can see them fading away

Lost in intransigent beliefs

Loving is never a waste of time

If we take our time to love ourselves

We can better love those around us

When we take time to love those around us

We make the world a better place

If we all did this, we would all be happier

So take these thoughts into the new year

Consider that each day

Is the first day of the rest of your life

It is no different from any other day

We can live it to the fullest

Simply by choosing to do so

by David Stein
12/31/2013
© 2013 by David Stein.  All rights reserved.

Soul Circles

I have been on the long journey to find myself

Little did I know that the real journey in life

Is not finding someplace new``

But rediscovering someplace old

We are born innocent and full of light

But we live in a world that can easily steal our light

And though I have found light throughout my life

I could never hold onto it

Because I was not at peace

And although, I think absolute peace may not exist

I have now found relative peace

A place where I do not need to scream at someone for cutting me off as I drive

Where I do not need to fret over lost or damaged possessions

Where my heart does not scream at rejection

And my strength does not wilt at the prospect

Where fighting the good fight is a reflex

Where helping others is its own reward

Where every problem has a solution rather than an excuse

Where calm pervades

Where patience is the overseer

And understanding is the guide

Where everyday is the first day of the rest of my life

And where the past is truly in the past

And does not reign over me

Or rain onto me

I have steered my ship through many storms of emotion

I have climbed over many mountains of fear

I have fought my demons and tamed them

And by doing so

I have found my way

Not to the end of a long road

But back to the beginning

My beginning

When my soul was pure

When I did not judge

When all I had to do to fly

Was fall asleep and dream

And when I dreamed

It was not of carnal pleasure

But of innocence and light

Of freedom and honor

And of romance and inner beauty

Yet now I stand in my birth-light having grown

Now I have the wisdom that staves off my weaknesses

Now I am equipped with insight instead of fear

Now I know myself

I know my faults and how to repair them

I know my fears and how to control them

I know my wants and how to pursue them

I know my needs

And I am strong enough to reach for them

I once read in a poem

That “there are men too gentle to live among wolves”

But I say that even the most gentle of men

Can learn to survive amongst wolves

And thrive

When he is true to his soul

And has the spirit to persevere

by David Stein
12/28/2013
© 2013 by David Stein.  All rights reserved.

Learning to Fly

Pushed towards so many cliffs over a lifetime

No matter what lays ahead

No matter how much fear I feel

I always manage to take the leap

And catch myself when I fall

With the help of my higher power

Sometimes I land hard

Leaving me feeling broken

Though the injuries are not physical

They often take a long time to heal

Perseverance and understanding are my friends

They will get me to my desired end

Now that I know myself better

The landings are softer

And take much less time to heal

It was not easy to get here

It is not easy to be here

It is a much better place than where I was

But someday

I will learn to fly

It is in my bones

It is in my soul

I will fly

I will fly

I don’t know when

I don’t know how

I just know I will

I know I will find a way

I will fly

I will fly

I will soar amongst the clouds

And relish in the sun’s warmth

I will sing of days gone by

And spread joy as I go

I will fly

I will fly

I will sing of brighter futures

I will share the paths I have found

I will teach others to fly

As I reach new heights

I will fly

I will fly

by David Stein 12/24/2013
© 2013 by David Stein.  All rights reserved.

Love Letter to the World

Dove in a cat’s jaw

Blood stained feathers of mourning

And trophy of life continuing

A volcano belches its torment

Trees fold and flowers to dust

Yet new life is nourished by the loss

Locusts swarm devouring the landscape

Crops are consumed by the feasting storm

But when calm returns, another feast awaits many more

Nature’s a delicate equilibrium

Of darkness and of light

We are the only species

Who break that balance day and night

Humans kill for pleasure

Humans kill for pain

Humans kill for money

Humans kill for fame

Humans kill for power

Humans kill for state

Humans kill for love

Humans kill for hate

We have the choice to stop killing

Even with a history of its shame

We have the choice to stop killing

But too many profit from its pain

Humans can be builders

Humans can be destroyers

Humans can be doctors

Humans can be lawyers

Humans can be smart

Humans can be dumb

Humans can be fearful

Humans can be numb

Humans can be almost anything

Because they have freedom of will

We can be better than animals

Or worse ever still

So when humans make choices

Why not choose love?

Why not choose light?

Why not choose to do

What we know is right?

This isn’t chasing false Utopia

This is aspiring to lost potential

This isn’t fighting a lost battle

It’s seeking rewards exponential

This isn’t an impossible dream

It’s a plea for responsibility

This isn’t an empty prayer

This is acting with divinity

When the dove is in your hand

Let it fly where it longs

And feel the beauty of its flight

When a life is in your grasp

Help it to grow strong

And feel god’s enduring might

When a tree is in your yard

Tend to all of its needs

And rejoice in its sweet fruit

When a child is in your home

Teach it to do good deeds

And encourage it with truth

When darkness feeds off ones you love

Do not allow their spirits to fall

And use love to show them opportunity

When parched earth brings you great bounty

Share it with your neighbors all

And feel the joy that is “our” community

When the choice is love or hate

Hate is drinking poison

And expecting the hated to die,

But Love is drinking nectar

That teaches the world to fly.

by David Stein 5/23/2013

© 2013 by David Stein.  All rights reserved.

3am – Part 2

3am - Part 1 (In case you missed it.).

How many games of solitaire?

How many shadows at which to stare?

How many “I wish I hadn’t” snacks?

How many “I forgot to do it” attacks?

How many self-important talk show guests?

How many loved animals disturbing your rest?

How many hours chatting about frenemies?

How many hours slaying fictional enemies?

How many over-plucked eyebrows left lacking?

How many plans for early sleep sent packing?

How many recommended books absorbed?

How many crime scene crooks abhorred?

How many worries about things you didn’t mean?

How many late night movies you’ve already seen?

How many “do later” dishes piled in your sink?

How many un-prescribed medicinal drinks?

How many solemn hours of saying amen?

How many unneeded purchases on HSN?

How many over-prescribed pills did you take?

How many food related ills can’t you shake?

How many scoreboards have you checked?

How many relationships have you wrecked?

How many meaningless tweets did you tweet?

How many wasted hours wandering the streets?

How many chilly trips to the latrine?

How many re-read fashion magazines?

How many irreverent Facebook posts?

How many unwelcome imaginary ghosts?

How many ways are there to feel lonesome at night?

How many loops of that song will make you feel right?

How many renditions of “ok my last smoke?”

How many renditions of “just one more toke?”

How many nights trying to forget you’re alone?

How many years without a place that feels like a home?

How many thoughts of who will bring flowers?

How many ways to waste away the hours?

How many sheep? 

Baaaaaaaaaaaaah!

GO TO SLEEP!

by David Stein 04/17/2013 – 5/15/2013

© 2013 by David Stein.  All rights reserved.

Angels in Harmony

So many roads run through life
Leading every which way
Never Knowing where they lead
Or how long we will stay

Seems like just yesterday
An encounter so brief
Lead me to an angel
Who healed my back and grief

Having no supernal wings
His halo a cowboy hat
His harp an electric bass
And his music was all that

His heart was made of gold
His soul was full of fire
Mistakes were made like all of us
Even going against desires

Not perfect by any standard
Except to those who loved him
Loving too much to say no
When their loss overwhelmed him

He always gave us of himself
He gave as much as he knew how
But he forgot to help himself
I wish he knew what I know now

Taken too soon for those who knew him
A void that can’t possibly be filled
Rare spirit riding into sunset
Missed always through so many tears spilled

But along with his life teachings
And music that made us feel it
He left us another angel
Gifted with his catching spirit

A child with fire and grit
Makes him smile as he looks down
A woman whose love is big
Her voice a heavenly sound

Her soft wings sprout from vocal charms
A halo of unbridled hair
Her harp being a tuned guitar
Her music too deep to compare

Someone I’m proud to call sister
Though no blood do we share
A bond built in understanding
About a world for which we care

Though neither of us is rich
When it comes to worldly goods
Bound by the wealth of our souls
Understanding the common good

Sharing a view of better life
A free world represented well
Where all can live in harmony
Something that nobody can sell

So today upon her birthday
I look up and say thanks aloud
For someone to share his memory
Knowing he couldn’t be more proud.

 
for John and Gia...

Dr. John Ciambotti

 

 

Dr. John and his daughter Gia

 by David Stein 9/13/2011

© 2011, 2013 by David Stein.  All rights reserved.

Ode to a Platypus

Wrapped up in the seasonal waters of life's full circle,
Deep, blue, and icy as the night alone,
He frolics and awaits the sound of destiny,
A star-crossed platypus singing at the wind.
The world he has traveled from top to bottom in search of an angels eyes.
Swishing back and forth across the sea of time,
Stopping a moment to climb upon a resting rock,
He tends to an itch as best he can
While searching the vast horizon for hopes beacon,
That funny faced platypus with her duck-billed, iridescent smile,
Who'll enliven these waters with waves of heartfelt laughter,
Gently scratching the spots he can't reach on his own.
Closing his eyes with smiling thoughts, he dives down once again.
Across the sea floor, he feels his way with his bill,
Past each grain of oh so solitary sand,
Settling to the bottom of another day.
Then surfacing again, the rhythm of the rain surrounds him,
Each drop washing away the past and bringing with it new life.
An untrodden freshness fills the air with kind fate.
A presence sets the surface rippling with childlike joy,
And the sun pushes the clouds aside to help the cherub make its mark.
Behold a heavenly smile emerging from the depths of destiny.
His soul set afire with the inspiring melody of her song,
And as night sets in, a newborn fullness encompasses each moment.
They have found love's den under the light of the southern cross.

                    For Jenny and Kirk,
                    Wishing You a Lifetime of Happiness,
                    Your Friend Always,
                               Love -Dave

By David Stein
February 1990
Recited in front of 200 Australian wedding guests after also reciting a beat poem called Marriage by the grooms request.  I told him I would only read the beat poem, which is not very romantic to say the least, if I could read my own original poem too.  The crowd was silent after the first poem, but I received an ovation for this poem.

© 1990,2013 by David Stein. All rights reserved.