I want to keep you hidden, Jack Kerouac,
From all the bubblegum tween mindless twittering masses
Who will dissect your quotes and personalize them
On their Facebook pages, and make them seem easy to understand, and accessible,
Even though they’ve never bothered to get past page fifty
In On the Road and have never heard of Tristessa—

Don’t tag yourself my friend
When on my way in peace I drive
You bounced out from a hole of dirts
Yourself adorned like a palm tree
Stands on my way and me you halt

They sit no more watching the clouds
Men with raffia hats and machetes
Women with weeding hoes and baskets
They wail no more like beetles
Naked children with dry bones
Looking hard like pine cones.

For this day, I’m grateful
A day is like a tree, it bears many fruits.
Open your heart and spend this day
in awe of the wonderful gifts that surround you.

I have reached the point in my life where I have lived more years than I have left.
I refuse to waste them being touchy, angry or resentful. My intention is to

live the balance fully.

I bit into a donut, an item on my “do not eat list”.
As I tasted it, subliminal messages flooded my brain.
In a split second I was totally aware of every feeling I ever had,
in all my years,when eating that particular donut.

Meditate anytime, any place. Be still, quiet the mind.
Relax – become aware of the in breath and the out breath.
Feel the calm engulf you.
Place the attention on your heart, feel the energy
moving through it. This is the energy of life.