Simple…Uncomplicated Greatness

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Why do I love Simple? Shouldn’t be difficult to understand. Because Simple is easy. By it’s very nature, Simple does not pretend or enlarge itself. Simple is beautiful of its own accord. Simple does not require knowledge or wisdom to be enjoyed. In fact, Simple is often overlooked and underappreciated by those whom are highly trained, experienced or educated.

The satisfaction of Simple is in its accessibility to all. Babes and elders alike comprehend the triumph of Simple, wherever it is mindfully encountered. If we consider the realm of beautiful things found in nature or art or science or music or personal relationships, Simple exists  as pure, clean, expression. An appreciation for Simple is easily apprehended because it exists in singular, uncomplicated form.

Think about it. When or where do you discover happiness? Is it found in something Simple or does happiness find you in complexity? Perhaps writing a list of those things which bring a smile to your face and a warmth to your heart will assist you in realizing the beauty and uncomplicated greatness of Simple.

A Few of My Favorite (Simple) Things:

1. Holding hands with someone I love
2. The sight and sound of falling rain or snow
3. Hugs
4. Running
5. Running fast
5. Sunrise…Sunset
6. Listening to beautiful piano music
7. Home grown garden tomatoes
8. Colorful Autumn leaves
9. Cute puppies/kittens
10. Toes dug into warm beach sand

Simple

Ten…You Are Perfect

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A perfect list of things to do or remember: 10

A perfect score to pass any test: 10 out of 10.

A perfect feeling of pain or well-being: 10

A perfect measure for a decade of years: 10

A perfect number of fingers and toes: 10

A perfect base for counting to 100: 10

A perfect first double-digit birthday: 10

A perfect system for decimals: 10

Ten

Devastation

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A wasteland. That’s what immediately comes to mind.

A path of destruction, laid waste by epic force.

Devastation!

Separating marrow from bone, body from spirit, heaven from earth.

Devastation!

How to transverse this monster? Around it, under it, alongside it, please no!

I must turn against the ugly specter, I must rejoin my former situation;

Before this Devastation!

How does living endure a course, through this blight?

Devastation!

With everything of value now smote?

Devastation!

Can beauty or praise or joy arise from your ash heap?

Devastation!

How I wish you were no more.

Devastation!

And yet, each rising of the morning sun,

Casts the shadow of Hope;

Darkness now temporary, soon overcome.

Through fire and flood, cleanse it will.

Devastation!

Lay falsehood to rest, purify any waste.

Devastation!

No truer course towards wakefulness is found,

Than through the wasteland…Devastation.

Devastation

Oversite…It Happens!

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What is this oversight?

A missed cue? A purposeful neglect? A silent nod to simply forget?

What have I managed to overlook today?

But wait, it’s early still, perchance I’ll find myself before I am lost.
In calls and errands, in chores that abound.
Will I oversee my schedule or will it oversee me first?

There is one thing more I must ask:
Is it an oversight to turn the other cheek, look the other way or forgive a glaring offense? Perhaps…

What of it? This quest of simple-minded schemes;
But then, is this not the case made against our failure to see?

An oversight I think, is most of all, the mark of frail humanity
Whose plight it is to stumble and fall.

Oversight whatever it be…it happens!

Oversight

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Happy Wanderer.”

It’s time…actually it’s way over due. A road trip is the only thing that can cure this need for escape; this lust for adventure; this hunger for new vistas; this thirst for conquest; this drive to nowhere; this drive to everywhere. To the land where clocks and calendars and phones have no power, to distract, to cast and reel the breath of life out of me.

I need to get in the car and drive…away…fast…without a rear view mirror. Where will I go? It doesn’t matter…north, south, east, west? Pick one. What? Only one? I want them all!  What shall I pack? I don’t need much…my joggers, a GPS, some music, gas in the tank, money in the wallet, pedal to the metal…away I go in a cloud of dust. Destination? Nowhere just yet, anywhere but here. Time of arrival? Depends on when I run out of go; out of drive; out of stress. It depends on all those things that push and propel me to get in the car and drive away. How many hours? How many days? Oh what luxury to drive to anywhere for weeks on end before being recalled to the place of my beginning. Such fantasy!

One of these days…perhaps soon. I’m going to get in my car for no other purpose than to drive; and I’ll say to myself…today is the day. Let’s just drive…away.

 

Let’s Just Drive…Away

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