Carl Setzer

Life is simply too short to sit back, to let the status quo grind along. I know justice can be broadened, that poverty can be challenged, that predation amongst my fellow humans can be resisted. Small, tiny acts build, flow together, creating a river of growth, of progress. We just must act! Each action, no matter how small, grows, collects, cumulating in the amazing. Do something, stand together, do something else; it's the path of progress.

Cross lines, I might. Upon the fracture of Our mind and random dreams. Upon this fracture could be The redemption Of life, liberty, then head Into the the dream of soul's. Joys embrace.

May someday our fears Collapse against the bright truth  Selfless love redeems.  

One of my current frustrations: people groaning about youth. About them taking selfies, too self-centered, too intertwined with their families...I can make this list mammoth, if you so wish. I've had the privilege, though, of getting to know a number of teens and early twenty-somethings. And these are great people. I delight in spending time with them. Their energy and enthusiasm are just so damn wonderful. They have ambitions, dreams. They're deeply talented and CARE about their work. The universe is in good hands with them. I'm happy. [Updated to deal with autocorrect brutalities. For a professional writer, this was abysmal.]

Time to free my mind, Drift languidly across the Arc of dreams.

Perfection: my ghost.  Hard: compassion for myself.  Hope: loving thyself.

Never enough time. Drifting between the fingers. Dreams become starlight.

Weariness, driving my soul, Compressing dreams into The edge of oblivion. Trust collapses inwards, Longing lost against this Background of loss, change's Drifting malaise consumes Secretly.

Together Needing each other, Concepts that challenge Our current narrative Of ruddy singletons Who need no assistance. Yet Our need for each other: Desperate. Alone, truly Alone, we die. The greatest leader, Without others accomplishes Nothing. Collectives Thrive on interdependence, When one thrives, so do all. We tunnel into and through Ourselves, escaping into each Other.

Mothers, may the appreciation showered upon you today make up for the manifest times you're taken for granted. "Being taken for granted" means your children have the deepest sense of trust, of security in you, in your presence. Security; that stony foundation upon which life's brutalities break and fall. Thus we move forward, stronger from love, from faith in ourselves; knowing we can yet still do better. Fully believing we will get there.

I'm exploring some new poetry ideas.  A newer style, based on thinking like a computer; like bits and bytes :  8 lines by 8 syllables. This is still kinda haiku-like, yet something new. I've worked on this all throughout the day. Tell me what you think. Bits and bytes flowing freely hence Through the megalith called the web A dance, of sorts, runs globally Lights flicker upon my dear screen. Over this ever-watched image My life becomes this dreamlike state Dreams dance over my mind's canvas Living for love's completing gaze.

I'll see Mr. Hardy speak this Tuesday. Should be interesting. I've heard a bit about him, but haven't explored his ideas in depth. I'm curious how practical his ideas are, and what I will take away. Stay tuned...

In the Center of my soul Upon my mind's lens I see your future, glorious And wonderful. I long to witness it, to savor Your victories, comforting Upon the inevitable setbacks. And I expect to do so. Yet, uncertain life can be, Perhaps I'll be absent. Then I'll take comfort knowing I helped nudge you forward.

Currently, I'm annoyed as heck with my iPhone. The glorious Jesus phone started doing such things as calling random people, after my screen going black. Weird enough, I guess. My usual solution to such ails is a reboot. And, lo, there's an update to install. So, let's combine the two. Dear lord, no, no...never again will I make that combination. Stalled installations, resetting to factory defaults, then reinstalling from a backup (glad I'm a bit neurotic about my backups), all making for a delightful night and morning for me. And I'm still discovering weird tweaks: incomplete syncing of contacts the most recent. Grrrrr.....

Midnight's dream floating Gently across my mind's gaze. Summer breeze, calming.