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“My Worst Fears” -an original poem by Luke Austin Daugherty. Copyright 2016, words and photo, all rights reserved. Written on my vintage Royal Mercury manual typewriter.
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“My Worst Fears” -an original poem by Luke Austin Daugherty. Copyright 2016, words and photo, all rights reserved. Written on my vintage Royal Mercury manual typewriter.
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This is an ever-needed reflection from Alan Watts that anyone, regardless of faith system or no faith system, can find encouragement in.
So, what would you do if money is no object?
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Have a great week, Luke
I heard her ask, “What is the definition of love?”
The definition of love?
No such thing
Only definitions
As Ingersoll spoke of the ocean
And the Bible
Love is the same
When one stands on the edge of the sea
To gaze at its wonder
He receives the echo of his own self
His thoughts, moods, and experiences
When one opens the pages
Of the book called, “Holy”
He sees in that god
His own character reflected
And finds the Jesus who he is seeking
The one he himself is
For the kind
God is found gentle
For the viscous
They happily discover Jesus’ words in the Gospel of Luke,
“But those mine enemies, which would not that I should reign over them,
bring hither, and slay them before me.”
And then smile, thinking within their mind,
“How ironic it is that Jesus was so much like me the whole time.”
This is the meaning of love
Rather the meanings
Only a fool believes there is just one
Definition
Of the meaning of love
Or of life
When you stand on the edge of the sea of love
You will find naught but yourself
Crashing back at you
Your own answer in the foaming waves
The love you find in life
Can have no fire
But that provided by your own spark
Within
And if the definition you find
Does not suit you
Or if you find the answer to the question
“What is the definition of love?”
Wanting
I suggest that you change the definition of your own self
So that the music made by the sound of crashing waves
When you stand at the edge of the sea
Loses its dissonant and unpleasant tone
So much so
That when the blue deep, in all its glorious fury, smiles at you
You can smile back
At the meaning of it all
What is the definition of love?
I have my own
What is yours?
Fill in the blank

There is a place on the edge of the Grand Canyon
Where once I stood
It, being in the shape of a long, narrow triangle
I walked out to the point
Just barely wider than my shoulder-width feet
And stood there trembling
With my closest fellow
Choosing to remain
In safer territory
For to the right and left of me
No stone floor was found
And there was none still in front
Only underneath me and back behind…
So, as my gaze lifted up from my own tattered shoes
I saw only the distant floor and walls of the Canyon afore and about me
As though I floated in the air
Or rather plummeted
As a falling angel
Cast out of Heaven perhaps
Who opened his eyes
Before crashing into the fallen and cursed, terrestrial plain
Just to think to himself,
“Goddamn… it is so beautiful.”
I felt the vertigo grip me
Yet I lost not my balance
As any wavering would be death
I stood there for a single moment
Stretched into eternity
I marched in my mind
Both forward and back
As much as I was only present in that moment as well
Foolish and bold though it was
There I stood forever
And though after that moment
I walked back away from the Canyon’s treacherous edge
I never left it
I am standing there still today
Suspended in the air
Held by an unseen stone
As unsure as it is firm
Until I eventually fall
Happily
Into my own bliss
Never again to return
Yet, ever to be.
If only as a whisper
Subtly
Through the lips of eternity
Or only the moment
Either way…
It makes no matter to me.
Copyright: Luke Austin Daugherty 2014
(all rights reserved)
Humanity is as the surface of a vast pond
Being visibly stirred and moved by the actions of individuals
As one passerby casually tossed a stone in, then walked away
I saw that the ripples continued long after he was there to behold them
Going this way and that
Expanding in influence from the place where they began
So my friend
Find the largest and best stone you can
And cast it purposefully into the pond
Let its ripples roll to affect
And to be affected by those of others
Throw it high, throw it hard
So that even after your tenure at the pond is over
Still its ripples will roll
And even in death
Your life will whisper
What you yelled
While your lungs still owned breath
Remind yourself today
That this will not be forever
Your transient and brief pilgrimage on the lively side of earth’s soil is short
And the length of its precarious song, uncertain
Yet, while you live, make yourself at home
Do your worst to do your best
In the eons that came before you
Nothing of you was known
But for now, you are
And when it comes that you are not
Let not the latter condition of things
Be as the state of the former
When nothing of you had ever been whispered
Leave not this world in an underwhelmed state
Or indifferent and unmoved at your remembrance
As surely as you are here now
You will not be in one hundred years
Do not hide your face from that fact
Or be afraid to face it
This is the common story of billions who have passed
It will be for the billions who live now
And for billions more who will be born
Every one of us is not but the whisper of the century to come
Let us treat the world kindly while we live
So it will whisper kindly of us
When we have turned to dust
Copyright 2013-Luke Austin Daugherty