Pictures

Pictures

I have a number of friends whom
Have reached deeply enough into themselves
To have touched something of the great starfield
That lives deep in our souls
Although I’m sure that some of them
Have not yet realized that is what they’ve done
Many of them have good amounts of insight
Into Nature and Human nature
And it is always a pleasure to talk with them
About the paths we all wander in life

Two of my friends who see with much clarity
Have a couple of traits in common
Although I don’t believe they’ve ever met one another
Both are American, born and raised in the American ways
Of the seventies and eighties
One of them has studied the martial arts for many years
While the other has studied yoga for a very long time
Their minds are both lithe with the thoughts of two cultures,
Their ideas swim in the oceans of two societies traditions
And this trait, I think, allows them
To both see from better vistas of view

Although it is possible to see with good clarity while depending
On the ideas of just a single culture
And knowing the thoughts of more than one society
Does not guarantee clarity of view,
As a general rule, it is easier to see life more clearly
When you can draw upon the great variety
Of human thought rather than depending solely upon
The notions of just one society
The more you teach yourself of the grand palette of colors
Humans have created for themselves
To depict the paths we each wander in life,
The more it tends to allow you to paint
A clearer picture of the world for yourself

Dewey Dirks

Many Sided

Many Sided

The truth is not always beautiful
Nor is it always cold or hard to accept
Very many of the things
That people argue over
Are actually many-sided truths
Whose distinguishing characteristic
Is that opposing ideas
Can both carry equal portions of truth
Like a gem that shines one color
When you hold it a certain way
And a different color
When you turn it another

Failure to recognize that truths
Are very often multi-sided is the source
Of much of the discontent in the world
And the reason why a very wise man once said,
‘Say not “I have found the truth,”
But rather, “I have found a truth”
Say not “I have found the path of the soul”
Say rather, “I have met the soul
Walking on my path”’

Dewey Dirks

Win-Win

Win-Win

Someone famous once said
‘There are those
Who want to abuse you,
Those who want to be abused,
Those who want to use you
And those who want to be used’
But they forgot to mention
Those who want to share
And to be shared

Whomever seeks to create
Win-win relationships
With those that they journey beside
Will find themselves
Among the unspoken legislators
Of human discourse upon Mother Earth
Symbionts are the hidden tillermen of Mankind

Dewey Dirks

The Four Quests

The Four Quests

All of human endeavor
All the things we do
All the ways we act
All the things we make
Al the things we think
All the things we say
All the things we feel
All the things we don’t say
Can all be gathered into efforts
To satisfy four quests

We strive
To increase our adaptability
To the ceaseless change
In the environment

We quest to find beauty
In ourselves and in the world,

We seek to increase
Our awareness and understanding
Of the Universe around us,

Or the things we do
Are an expression of love
Or a request for love

Now, beauty is only an auspicious
Arrangement of Nature
And adaptability
Is just the knack
Of making auspicious things
Endure through time

And what are understanding
And auspicious arrangements of Nature?
Well, that is what love is—
That and something we each need to feel
That extends far, far beyond
The conveyance of any words

Dewey Dirks

Give it a Whirl

Give it a Whirl

Now, I don’t know
If I can change the world
But I’ll tell you this—
I’m gonna give it a whirl

My friends, forget about
Whether you might or might not
Make a difference
Just do what’s right,
Do the best you can,
Be yourself,
Be the best one of you that you can
And the rest will take care of itself
On your long journeys,
If you happen to help
Just one other,
That is enough

Am I gonna change the world?
I don’t know,
But I’m giving it a whirl

Dewey Dirks

Natural

Natural

Not knowing
what the future
might bring,
the cultures of Man
move naturally together
towards an unknown tomorrow
in an unspoken dance.
Our sounds are the same
as the sound of rain
in stormy darkness
pattering a natural song
all the night long.

Our market economies
and the governments
that support them
one day will outlive
their usefulness
—perhaps sooner than you think,
and fall by the wayside
going the way of
the feudal societies
that once ruled men.
Soon enough we all will stride
to the tune of a new day.

Rest easy friend,
our halting dances,
follow the Earth music
as all others do
on our blue and white sky marble
and the paths that
we men tumble and tussle along
trace the grand song of life
just as flocks of swallows
turn and twist in unison
on their long path south
flying to melodies
that have never been
set to paper.

Dewey Dirks

Benefit of a Doubt

Benefit of a Doubt

Don’t despair others their beliefs.
Everyone you ever meet
knows a thing or two
that is as wise
as the Earth Mother is old
just as everyone you ever meet
believes a few things
that are as screwy as a bent corkscrew.
To greet every day loaded for bear,
look for pieces of yourself in others
and pieces of them in yourself.
Meet all in life with the benefit of a doubt
and as much kindness as you can muster.

Dewey Dirks

Good Company

Good Company

The universe we living in
Is not so much a thing
As it is a process—
An action in continuous motion

It is also not so much a thing
As it is a vast colony
Made of many trillions
Of symbiont creatures and things

And you are a reflection
Of that universe—
Not a thing,
But process in motion,
A symbiont colony made
Of a great many other things

When I first learned this
I thought, ‘So what?
What difference does that make?’
But when I began to behave
Like I understood
That I was connected
To everything around me
And everything was connected to me
Things changed
I realized that I welcomed
The world and everything in it
And I began to see it welcomed me
Where before I was all alone
Now I am forever more
With good company

Dewey Dirks

Potential

Potential

When Nature gave
Humans the potential
to destroy the ecosystems
of the Earth,
it also gave us the capacity
to preserve them.
Which way is it to be, my friends?
The choice of what we do
with our intelligence and ingenuity
is up to us.

Dewey Dirks

Enigmatic

Enigmatic

A wise man once said
That the more real you get, the more unreal
The world gets, and I’ve found that to be true
One of the great mysteries of life
Is that while most of us pay attention
Only to the waking dream that surrounds us all
Looking endlessly for continuity
And a respite from change,
The life spark in each of us, that carries us each along
Is something intangible—
Forever still like a gentle painting
Of quiet summer afternoon
Yet always moving with a force from a timeless time

Common as the brown dirt beneath your feet
Yet mysterious and enigmatic
Far beyond any words you can find to use
Floating like dandelions seeds on a morning breeze
We all wander in the bosom of a life force
Far more intangible, mysterious and enigmatic than our own
The more you notice, the more you see
Much that is both beautiful and which cannot be explained
Wake up and look around you, my friend
Until life appears so complex
It becomes simple once again

Dewey Dirks

Small Things

Hi folks 🙂 Be sure to take a look at my fourth book, “Lullabies and Legends,” over on Amazon.com. A lot of people have been asking me for another book of poetry and this is it. It is available for reading on all the current devices like Android phones and tablets, PC’s, Kindles, iPhones and iPads. Here is a sample poem and link to the book.

Small Things

Just last Wednesday I had a blowout with my wife
When all the shouting and throwing things was done
I figured I’d better get out of the house
Take a walk, I told myself
Let things cool down to a low boil

I walked slowly down the street
To the park three block’s up and three block’s over
There I bought some stale bread at the hot dog stand
Found a bench and sat down by an old man wrinkled and gray
We were quiet for a long while
Throwing bit’s and bites of wheat bread
To the pigeon’s that wandered by now and then

The old guy had the kind hint of a permanent smile
He seemed quite happy and very content
Got me wondering what advice he might give me
There from the twilight of his life
I said, “Old man, I’ll tell you
Life at thirty-two looks pretty damn bad
What makes you so happy
With you in your eighties
And death’s door waiting to open just down the street?”

He smiled a little more and said in a voice soft and quiet
“You know, when I was young I wanted whole lot of things
Later, I learned to want a few things a whole lot
But in the fullness of time I’ve found
That much of what has given me
The greatest happiness in life
Can all be put into just one word.”
“And what word is that?” I asked
His eyes sparkled
As he gave a good-hearted bit of bread to a bird
“Linore,” he said

“She is my lady
Linore waits for me at home
In a little while, I’ll get up from this bench
And wander on back
I’ll probably find her in the dining room
With a calico cat on her lap
When I walk in, she’ll look up kindly and say
“Hi baby, how did it go for you today?”
Listen son, Linore is just a tiny little thing
Like me, she has gone very gray
But when I look at her I see
A half a million memories all rolled up inside
Half a million things to think about
Lingering quietly there in her turquoise eyes
They are small things
Stuff you’d hardly mention day-to-day
Things that most people never even notice
Or take for granted and cast aside
But I think about them all day long, every day

In Linore I see ten-thousand kisses
Scattered across fifty-five years
Ten-thousand times her soft hair
Has brushed up against my arm
Ten-thousand times her head has rested on my chest
Ten-thousand conversations
Bright or wise, idle or sad
Ten-thousand jokes and wise cracks
Adding a little happy spice and pepper
To the passing days
Ten-thousand smiles
Ten-thousand “I love you’s”
Always from the soul, always good to hear
And at the end of ten-thousand tough days
Ten-thousand cuddles in bed after the lights went out
Ten-thousand times we have taken each other’s hand
Ten-thousand times I’ve felt her gentle embrace
Ten thousand times her face has lifted up my day
Ten thousand times I’ve looked in her eyes
And seen the bright spark that dances inside

Small things
Things you’d hardly notice
But if you weave them all together
Across the long, long years
They tell a grand tale
That is epic and eloquent and entirely uncommon
A tale written by two small souls
With two small pen’s
A story written by Linore and I
That is worth telling over and over again

Now son, you get up and go on home
And when you do, keep to the small things
Keep them handy
Keep them close by
Keep on remembering them
They are what will get you through the long year’s ahead
They can make your life heroic
A romance that you live every day
If you let them, they can be ten-thousand things
That together
Are so much more than just a bunch of parts

****

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Universe is a Coral

Universe is a Coral

The Universe and the biosphere
Of our Mother Earth are corals
Intricate, colorful and complex,
Yet simple like a rock

Now, a coral is something in and of itself
But it is also a colony
Made of many small lifeforms called polyps,
Each one, something in and of itself
And within every polyp
Is the potential to make a whole coral

A coral would not be the same coral
Without the sum total of all the polyps that it’s made of
Likewise, the Universe and our Earth Mother
Are things incomprehensibly vast in and of themselves
But without each and every one of the ten-thousand trillion
Lives contained therein,
Would not be the same Universe or Earth

Dewey Dirks

Lullabies and Legends

Hi folks 🙂 I’m very happy and honored to tell you my newest book, “Lullabies and Legends” is now available on Amazon.com for immediate sale. A lot of people have been asking me for another book of poetry and this is it. Here is a sample poem and link to the book. It is available for reading on all the current devices like Android phones and tablets, PC’s, Kindles, iPhones and iPads. Make sure to check it out.

Dancer

Las Vegas is a brightly shining city
That never has any time to sleep
You never really know
Who you might be talking to
Or who you might happen to meet
There is a little place called Palladium Station
Out in the suburbs of that big old town
If you go down there on a Wednesday night
you’ll find Jessie tending bar
I used to drop in to see her
Have a drink and chat from time to time

One night when it was kind of slow
Jessie said to me,
“’Years past I was a dancer
In a brightly lit chorus line
I learned from one of the best there was
She had high hopes for me
We had a lot of mutual respect
I used to really sparkle up there on the stage.
I used to really shine
I had a hope or two of going even farther
‘Had a hope or two of having even more
Of that diamond time
But, you know, life is what happens
While you’re busy making plans
I got a husband and two children
And had to leave that chorus line behind
Now I only dance to teach a few kids
Over at the dancing school”
Jessie stopped to draw a guy a miller
When she came back she smiled and quietly said,
“There’s times in the dark of night as I fall to sleep
I wonder what might have been
If my life had turned out differently
And a little more like I’d planned”

I said, “I am a writer
I make my art with a pen
Jessie, you’re an artist too
And you make art with your body
Like an antelope running across the savanna
Or a tree moving gently in the wind
They say that art is its own point for happening
And improves upon the beauty of the world
Like the stars in the sky at night
Or a sunrise in the morning
Painting the day ahead
They say life has a strange way of happening
It takes you down roads you never expected
And paths that sometimes turn out better
Than you ever could have planned

If your art becomes famous
You get to shine brightly for a few years
Until your limelight begins to fade
Then you spend your time reminiscing
About the glory days behind you
Instead of paying attention to
The time you’ve got left
Show off your art
And you brighten the world for day or two.
But if you teach your art
To the young ones who come after you
You can see your sun rising
A thousand times over
In the long years ahead”

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Two Shorts

Endless Love

Your mind
Is stronger than your body
Because your mind
Dwells in the realms of
Ideas and emotions.

Your spirit
Is stronger than your mind
Because you spirit
Dwells in the realms
Of an endless love.

In this way,
Mind precedes body
Spirit precedes mind
Endless love precedes all.

Dewey Dirks

Two Aliens

Two aliens from planet Glankbarga,
made of blue and green
and white and gold shades of intelligent color,
Stopped by to visit Earth the other day
In disguise, they wandered over to the Circle K
Bought some jelly beans and popcorn,
Then went back to their ship
To watch the ways of humans for awhile

The first one noticed all the wars
Corruption, and mayhem,
Then said to the other, “Kekbop, me tinks
There be some fools and monsters here”

The second noticed all the kindness, compassion,
Creativity and overcoming of hardship and replied,
“Yes Pelpak, but me tinks there be
Wise ones and mighty angels here too”

Dewey Dirks

The Returning

The Returning

There is a place deep inside of you
that is as vast as all world outside.
A place where knowledge
becomes no-knowledge,
where opinion, knowing and wisdom
become not-knowing.
A place where stillness permeates movement
and movement permeates stillness.
A place where time goes
now a little faster, now a little slower,
and has little meaning.
A place where everything that before
seemed dead and devoid of feeling
becomes alive and infused
with emotion, compassion and empathy.
It is from there you began,
and to there you must travel.
To there you must return
again and again .
There you meet yourself,
and become once more,
the child you have always been.

Dewey Dirks

The Sum Of Us

The Sum of Us

We all are taught in our schools
that there is but one reality
we all live in and to which we all must
accept, accommodate, and conform
but this my friend, is only an illusion
that our foolishness and the institutions
of our cultures foster upon us.

Each and every persons perceptions create
a reality of its own, each equal by virtue
of the sweet life flowing in our bodies.
There are seven billion human realities
living now upon Mother Earth…
and millions of whale realities,
millions of dolphin, falcon,
and elephant, realities,
millions of cow and sparrow realities,
billions upon billions of fly,
spider and beetle realities,
and untold scores of microbe realities.

Like vast, vast numbers of poets,
each casting spells with a trillion poems
of love, and sorrow and hope and living,
every individual of every species
is a writer penning skillfully
a image of reality with his life.
We all have our own stories to tell,
Lord God if you’ve got the time.

And reality?
That is a backdrop, a waking dream—
a misty muse from which
we all draw inspiration.
It’s truest image, shape and form
is not told by one individual,
by a single country or group
or even by any single species.
Reality on our little blue dot in the sky
is the sum of all of our stories put together
and of the hidden stories
of our Earth Mother, and the bright Sun
and of the quiet stories
of clouds, the wind, the moon
and star filled night skies.

Dewey Dirks

Grown Up

Grown Up

Humans are an infant species
when compared to the
hundred of millions of years
some species have been
around Mother Earth.
Look at all that we have learned
in the two-hundred thousand years
modern humans have been on the planet.
Likewise, we’ve only had civilizations
for around eighty-five hundred years.
How much more do you imagine
we might learn after we’ve been around
six or eight million years like the whales?

Mother Earth, who, in all probability, is alive
has been around for about
four and a half billion years.
How much do you imagine she’s
happened to learn?
The Universe, in all likelihood, also alive
has been around for at least
thirteen and a half billion years.
Imagine what wonders
she might have learned
in all that time—

Before you despair
the state of Mankind
remember we’ve only begun
our long travels in the halls of time.
Personally, I think we are
destined for great things
once we’ve grown up a bit.

Dewey Dirks

Roads

Here is a poem from my soon to be released book, “Journey.”

Roads

Islam, Santeria, Hinduism
Christianity, Humanism
Wicca, Buddhism, Shinto,
Agnosticism, Atheism,
Judaism, Taoism, Sikhism,
Skepticism, Shamanism
Baha’i
I have no interest
in judging the roads
others follow
We all see through
different sets of eyes
and walk with
different feet
to each man
an individual path
Still, all roads lead
to the same high mountain
Even if that mountain
is a parking lot in Chicago
or a flat in Riyadh,
Mexico City, Moscow
or Beijing
All rivers lead
to the same great sea
Even if the river you follow
is across the world
from the shore I walk on
We all breath sweet blue air
of the same Earth
Walk under one vast night sky
that touches our souls with
equal tenderness for all
Tomorrow, tomorrow
you and I, my friend
will wake
to greet the same day
Time flows quietly, silently
a soft fabric woven unique
to each of us our own portion
here very quickly, there very slow
Ten thousand solitary footsteps
ten thousand singular sights
ten thousand feelings
for which there are no words
Yet with every morning sunrise
we all meet the same daylight
given freely of the
same brilliant, bright sun
Our creativeness
makes each of us unique
Our common humanity
makes us all brothers and sisters
of the same fold
Love, wit and creativity, you see
are magic—
At once making each of us
a separate melody
and all parts
of the same grand song

Dewey Dirks

King of the World

Here is a poem from my upcoming book, “Lullabies and Legends.”

King of the World

It was late one Thursday night
Down at the Blue Light Lounge
When I walked in no one was there
But Ted, my asshole bartender
And some old biker
With a snow white beard and long gray hair
I sat down beside him and ordered up a beer
I said, “I’m Slammed-Out Sal
And I run this neighborhood
Just who the hell are you
And what are you doin’ in my bar
Drinkin’ my booze and breathin’ my air?”

He laughed and said, “Good to meet you Sal.
I’m Knife-Nose Frank
And I’m king of the world”
Ted winked at me
I took a drink and smiled
Figured I’d have some fun with this toad
“You’re tellin’ me you run the whole damn world?” I asked
“Hell yea” he said, “everyplace, everywhere”
I said “I bet you’re old, maybe two-hundred or more”
Three-hundred five, and a few weeks” he grinned

I took a sip of coor’s and said
“You don’t run it very good.
Everyone’s always fighting”
He said, “You know, I like everyone
But you gotta run things with an easy hand
And people are like kids, spoiled and scrappy
They’re gonna do what they’re gonna do
And they’re gonna play rough
A time or two
Gonna get a bloody nose every once in awhile
What can you do?”

“How come there’s so many countries?” I asked
Seems like it’d be better
If we was all had one government
“I like variety. Variety is good” he smiled
“What about all these different religions?” I asked
“People are gonna think what they want to think
There’s something for everyone
Freedom of religion is good,” he smiled
So what’s the hardest part
Of running the whole damned world, Frank?”
“Keepin’ the proper mix
Of house cats and dog people” he said
“Just what ever do you mean, Frank?” I laughed
He took a drink and grinned back at me
“Well, house cat people are curious and playful
And lots of times they get into trouble
But you gotta have them
Or no books would be written
Paintings wouldn’t get painted
Nothing would get invented
And songs would ‘t be sung
House cat people are a little chaotic
But they do a lot of good things too

Now, dog people don’t like change
And they don’t invent much of anything
But they follow their masters loyally
Keep life stable, work very hard
And help countries live a long, long time
But the house cats and the dogs
Don’t understand each other sometimes
Some days each one looks down on the other
Keepin’ the mix even
And keepin’ one from stomping the other one out
Is the hardest thing I usually do”

Knife-nose Frank stood up and stretched
Said “It’s been nice talkin’ to you Sal
But I’ve got to go
See about some riots in Uzbekistan”
I stood up too
I figured I’d follow him outside
And kick the shit out of him in the parking lot
Then Frank pulled a thousand dollar bill out of his wallet
And slapped it on the bar
He winked at Ted
“Keep the change,” he said

I looked at the money
And followed him outside
Just then a black helicopter flew overhead
And Frank swung his leg over a pure platinum V-4 chopper
When he fired it up, my heart stopped for a second
And I swear the sky moved
He nodded at me and slipped it into gear
I don’t remember him leaving
But as suddenly as he was there, he was gone
My eyes were wide when I walked back in the Blue Light Lounge
Ted must have noticed the look on my face
“Do you want to keep this money for yourself?” he asked
I figured it’d be better to be safe than sorry
“No, you take it” I said,
“I think we’d better do what he wanted”

Dewey Dirks