When I think of the Nature’s imperfection, and the current human plight . . .
I remember metaphorical stories of ugly ducklings becoming swans

Living among the tragic times of today can ignite
darker temptations to become victims of circumstance . . .

The muddy waters of life can be hard not to get stuck in . . .

Do what you can to flit about like a water bug when feeling
like you are a sinking stone in the quicksands of right now

Perhaps perfect practice makes perfect . . .
But an error is only a mistake if you refuse to make corrections accordingly

Meditation of letting go of the disease to please might mean that
happiness as a way of life means building tolerance for being unliked,
and the uncomfortable feelings that accompany that natural experience

The month of May is in the air . . .
Time to spread the floral seeds of love along the fruited plains

Picture our world swimming with the grace of Swan
gently flowing down our collective stream of consciousness . . .

In the dying old world, there is a rebirth springing up . . .
But this stinking mulch merely smells like the spirited winds of change

Might as well approach misunderstandings with
positions of empathic curiosity . . .

Gaining forward progress this time of year means increasing sunlight
illuminating the shadowy remembrances of dark cold fronts . . .

Look beyond those perceptual shifts of us and them judgements,
and realize that we are all here to love each other with clean care . . .

Remember to breathe in one breath, one step, one moment at a time

Till next time up the trails,

Ari