MORE THOUGHTS ON LOVE--FREEDOM

So the graphic here is titled "PEACE"

I liked the picture a lot....

And are not "love"  and "peace"

Close relatives?

PEACE IS THE SISTER OF LOVE

A POEM OF

LOVE

The First Great Love simply HAD to be

A mystical "Somethingness"

Greater than us, you,or me .

More a Perfect Love, Union,

Almost analogous

To willingness

Together

Something and Something Else

Gifted and Gifting.

Each!

All that is created
All which has form
Was once mated
And then born

Few happenings solo

Are anywhere.

Anymore

But love, ahhhh!

Yes, unique at every turn,

Each instance

Of the gifting, receiving:

Sharing, and not fearing

Freeing, but not unseeing

Over, in, up and about

Neither silent we, nor shout.

Love is synonymous with free.

Freely given by he to she

And she also, back to him

Intently...not on whim.

As "Somethingness" gave love--life,

Also given was a will of freedom,

To choose, to act, and to be

One in love who is also free!

As man gives his life, his love

To another...at times mindless:

While saying "Love is the only thing"

He clamps in her nose that ring.

She'd be treated all so wrong,

For only on her finger

Does ring belong.

Selfish love shoves true love

Complete out of existence

Why suffocate, choke, repress

When heavenly bliss be so near?

Why such a jealous brat be, unless

Overcome with paranoiac fear?

Each within boundaries, must abide

Lines which have been set aside.

Allowing "live and let live" to be our motto

So love may be our garden, our grotto

Transcendental understanding becomes

Our code of life, and, too--

Our mystery of peace, happiness,

Calm acceptance..."Hey, YOU!"

Together we are alive

Together we are--yes--FREE!

Together we are greatly "in love"...

Together--you and me.

--steveroni, 

"55" Times TWO! LET MY PEOPLE GO

 FREEDOM

Two Friday "55"s today. If you'd like to play

post a 55-word story or whatever, and let

G-MAN know about it!

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May

And summer's lease hath all too short a date. 

--William Shakespeare

"55" Number ONE

(LITTLE BIRDS,
GO NOW--BE FREE!)

Fly little bird,
Fly with the wind.
For if you don't
You have sinned.

For the wind is the law
And the law is just.
Whence the wind blows
You also must.

So fly, sweetest bird,
Go fly with the wind.
If you do not
You've most assuredly sinned...


"55" Number TWO

In all Creation
Above and beneath
There exists a simple rule
Creator's bequeath

The rule is thus.
What is following next
All must obey
No matter what
Any one may say:

There arrives a moment
That birds, beasts,
And Quirky Peeps
Even great celestial bodies
Must
Extricate,  
Separate
Uncage
Assuage
And simply
Let go,
Let God..... 

 

--steveroni

 
Picture from

Deviant Art:  FREEDOM by Rippedknees

A FEW PERSONAL THOUGHTS

SCATTERED THOUGHTS

 

"Things" don't bug me. 

Any more. Much. YEAH...RIGHT! ;-)

I started to write simply that "things don't bug me". Then I got to re-thinking that statement. Oh well, so things really DO bother me? But it turns out that only ME bothers me. Most other "things" are what and how they are supposed to be--usually, that is.  

That elusive word in the Serenity Prayer: WISDOM.

For many years conceptual *wisdom* escaped me, though I tried.  I DID try! Wisdom to Know the Difference. "Why is it so much simpler for others",  I thought. I fought it and thought it.  I gritted my teeth and tried--like some people pray, making it a strenuous activity. So I stopped that. Guess what? No longer concerned, the wisdom-to-know-the-difference was granted me.

So now I have wisdom (come on, YOU know what kind I'm meaning here--grin!), and working backwards in the Serenity Prayer, it is now the Courage to Change which is giving me so much trouble.  It was easy to own that courage to change when I did not know WHAT to change.  Damn "wisdom!!!"

VISITOR from Chicago

This morning at a meeting one of the dozen visitors from "up Nowath" announced he was from Chicago.  A little later, one of our Naples Peeps, a regular said, "I got sober in Chicago". In my own formerly-habitual manner I wished to say, "Well, I got sober in Chicago. Once. For about two hours! Then I woke up, and started in on my vodka again."  Well, so much for resolution. Now, where did I stash that bottle?

On alcoholic "COMPARISONS"...

Ya know how many of us compare with one another's drunk stories, and sober stories. Some say, "Oh, I was better than HIM!"  Or..."I drank more than HER!". In other words, the old "I'm better than" and "I'm worse than" syndrome. Well, for a long time now, I have felt--truly--no better nor worse than. I am only the word "than"....(please do not ask me what I mean here--I do not know--grin!)

The word here is not to compare, but to Identify--I now Identify with the THINKING, I don't compare with the DRINKING--so important, this.

Last, certainly not least--for today--STAYING HAPPY

Peeps do not disturb me much, no matter what they espouse, or say--except on weekends...well, also week DAYS, I guess--grin! Actually, that was a lie--I am bothered less and less about what peeps think or say about me...because I have found they don't think or say ANYTHING about me--ever! Only wish I had discovered that 70 years ago!

I am free to live, to come and go almost at will, to be sober, to choose, to be at peace, to pray, to love, to roam, to ride that big scooter ("slow down big boy") and to be nearly always HAPPY! I have said for many years, that "www" we used to need in our Internet addresses--that "www" stood for "What a Wonderful World"!

Love to all, and Good Night...Dammmmit, it's late again (sigh!). And let's stay sober today...OK?

JUST LET ME RIDE...YESSSSS!

1947 Salsbury Super-Scooter Model 85.

Lane Motor Museum in Nashville, TN

What a thrill to find my FIRST Motor Scooter, pictured above! 

It cost $225 new, I was age 14, had saved my money from 

working on the farm, and playing barn dances.  I loved that scooter. 

I love my scooter today, a SUZUKI BERGMAN 650. 

Nothing more pleasurable than an early morning ride in the country.

steveroni

Please, oh, let me be
As one who cannot see
Day from night,
Dark from light.
Just let me....
Be!

Right after sup
Put me on my bike
The place I like
Kickstand up!
Need coffee cup...

Oh, the steadiness
Oh, the headiness!
On with the light,
Roll into the night!
Neither fight nor fright

Can you not see
The air, nature
The free, Peeps?
Oh, please Oh Yesss,
Let me be.

To go away
No, not to stay
But to grab the arm
Of total stranger, and
Visit a farm, a manger

The steadiness...OH!
The headiness...OH!
Here, to linger
There, to stay,
Spend a night or two

As a tired peep
Rest and sleep
Dream and weep,
(not over loss)
Turn and toss

Awaken to a new and vibrant
Schedule, which is sent
Second-by-second,
Minute-on-minute,
For brain to scour
Hour-to-hour.

Please oh let me be
Allowed to roam free
Allowed to mime
This one last time

If none of the above you can see,
Then please, OH!--just let me be.....

Steveroni 1988