Ripples

I saw this duck in the river by where I work.

What was in the water around him felt the ripples,

Even though they knew not from where they came.

When I sat down, what I wrote took less than a minute.

From where I work,

I could see her,

From where I earn,

She shone in the sun,

Upon the waters moving,

Fine black feathers ,

And a bill,

Bobbing her head,

Into the waters,

Looking for food,

Making ripples,

Making her way,

The waves went out,

Touching the fish,

Affecting the living,

Though the source,

They knew not,

Still affected,

In what they do,

Just like me,

And all of you,

For what we say,

Affects unseen,

Lives not met,

And faces unknown,

For Paul gave proof,

As he met a few,

And wrote some letters,

Yet what he did,

Helped change the world.

The Spirit

The dove like cloud formation began to dissipate a bit by the time I scrambled for a camera phone from a co-worker.  I saw it over the ground like green landscape with the image of the one dead tree in the center below.

The dove cloud made me think of the Holy Spirit watching over the green life of the Earth, guiding us through situations of grief or death, and the stones hovering above the ground symbolize situations for me which seemed an almost miraculous protection from harm.

Above us,

Within us,

Through us,

Transcending all,

One mind,

In many places,

Pure love,

To many faces,

Reason for safety,

When reason is gone,

Saving in circumstance,

A light in the darkness,

A bond between souls,

Bringing words,

In wordless moments,

Bringing courage,

Where fear is king,

Teaching love,

When love is not easy,

The direction,

Without a compass,

Through the storm,

To safe shores,

All from God,

Who is in Heaven,

For we are many,

And how can He,

Be with many,

If He,

Is only one?

It is the truth,

Within the word,

He sent His son,

So we can hear it,

And when He left,

He gave the Spirit.

Life Within Life

On the way home tonight my wife told me that newlyweds in IL stopped to help

an overturned car after leaving the wedding service.  While William Knight was helping a

woman away from her overturned car, another woman drove into them killing
the motorist and the new groom leaving the bride alone.  For Nikki Knight, I wrote this for strength.  For others, I wrote this for hope and joy.

A gathering of souls,

Amidst the infinite,

A gathering of hearts,

Against the dark,

Our lines of time define,

Expressing journeys of life,

Expecting yearning of soul,

As we strive to fulfill,

Learning truth and meaning,

In each other’s eyes,

Open for a moment,

That other eyes look in,

Closing once again,

To turn to returning,

Yet once open always,

The time line is always,

Though gone from our sight,

Quantum barriers arise,

And we cannot observe,

Those eyes once known,

Yet the power to observe,

Proves only the visible,

As heat unseen,

Can be felt on the skin,

And lives unseen,

Are felt by the heart,

For they are still lives,

And the power of love,

Bridges barriers of time,

Bringing touchless embrace,

Laughter without sound,

And a song through silence,

With voices become light,

Shining through each other,

Joining our hearts in music,

As a universe of stars.

Identity

 Someone has decided that seeing a cross from a road is offensive

when the cross is such a symbol of peace and hope that it can be found

in cemeteries all around the world as well as churches.  Bringing it down for

this reason helps no one as considering it as a symbol of offense can only

be done by individuals looking for reasons to be offended.  This one in San Diego, CA

was erected to honor our service people who died defending us in battle. 
If this one comes down, then in every cemetery they must be removed for the same reason as all cemeteries can be seen from roads.  Stand against this now.  (See article)

What we achieve,

Is based on who we are,

Knowing where we are from,

And why we are together,

Knowing truth the guides us,

When storms blind our way,

The truths we are based on,

One nation under God,

Is not a preference of people,

But a proven historic fact,

It is the base of freedom,

That made America free,

It is the open arms,

That allows people to come,

Come upon our shores and live,

Unto our land and love,

Without fear or retribution,

That their children may have life,

That faith is not by force,

But offered and chosen freely,

For the one that chooses his path,

Will follow with all his heart,

That faith is found with symbol,

The symbol of a cross,

Behind the justice practiced,

Bringing safety and our strength,

Those who know it close,

Know it’s source is love,

Loving someone more than self,

Which is language known to all,

Others behold its peace,

Giving peace unto the living,

And a strength for living on.

When someone close has died,

As such it was a symbol,

Upon our standing mountain,

For those who died in battle,

That we all may live,

And thus all people know it,

Whatever faith they practice,

They know we wish them peace,

And honor those who passed,

So to claim it brings offense,

Is fallacy beyond reason,

It is the root of our great nation,

What was and is to be,

By forgetting who we are,

We will lose all we may accomplish,

For we can gain nothing,

If we loose identity.

What we achieve,

Is based on who we are,

Knowing where we are from,

And why we are together,

Knowing truth the guides us,

When storms blind our way,

The truths we are based on,

One nation under God,

Is not a preference of people,

But a proven historic fact,

It is the base of freedom,

That made America free,

It is the open arms,

That allows people to come,

Come upon our shores and live,

Unto our land and love,

Without fear or retribution,

That their children may have life,

That faith is not by force,

But offered and chosen freely,

For the one that chooses his path,

Will follow with all his heart,

That faith is found with symbol,

The symbol of a cross,

Behind the justice practiced,

Bringing safety and our strength,

Those who know it close,

Know it’s source is love,

Loving someone more than self,

Which is language known to all,

Others behold its peace,

Giving peace unto the living,

And a strength for living on.

When someone close has died,

As such it was a symbol,

Upon our standing mountain,

For those who died in battle,

That we all may live,

And thus all people know it,

Whatever faith they practice,

They know we wish them peace,

And honor those who passed,

So to claim it brings offense,

Is fallacy beyond reason,

It is the root of our great nation,

What was and is to be,

By forgetting who we are,

We will lose all we may accomplish,

For we can gain nothing,

If we loose identity.

The Touch of a Soul – For Aleksander Żabczyński

There were many wonderful performers on the Polish silver screen such as

Aleksander Żabczyński, Jadwiga Smosarska, Eugeniusz Bodo, and Ina Benita.  Aleksander stands apart as the son of a general who studied law, and went into acting to follow his heart.  His persona is true to life as a man of elegance and charm who always showed a positive and uplifting side whether it was on screen or before his men on the battlefields where he served his country.  His heart expresses a love of life seldomseen.  The songs he wrote or sung expresses a wisdom of love knowing thatall the words in the world could only begin to express the inner and outer beauty of a woman.  As I wrote this I could see the men and women I named above, standing together in coat tales and dresses with a smile, and inviting us to remember a time of purity created by knowing who we are.

A soul that could be,

Anything he imagined,

Could not imagine being,

Anything more wonderful,

For finding his venue,

His destiny he knew,

Expressing beauty of living,

The beauty of loving,

Upon the stage singing,

Upon the film in dance,

On the keyboard playing,

Not just from the heart,

For he was a man of learning,

From this he knew the truth,

All the words there ever was,

And all the words to be,

Could never start describing,

The power of a woman’s beauty,

He expressed this like no other,

With expression of loving charm,

So very light on his feet,

A pleasure to meet,

The brother of gentlemen,

And the champion of ladies,

As the one blessed of fate,

To know him as soul mate,

Remains his wife to be,

Loving through eternity,

His songs stay in my mind,

His music my heart keeps whole,

Wherever I may go,

I always hope to show,

The joy imparted through,

The touch of a soul.

Angel of the Sleepers

The foundation "Buzdik" was created by Polish

actress Ewa Blaszczyk after her own daughter suffered

severe nervous system trauma and lost the ability to 

speak or function.  She has been helping many children and

families ever since.  My wife started telling me recently of 

children coming back from comas or "locked-in" syndrome

as a result of her work, now I hear that her organization is facing closure.

Not without a fight!  This was written to help create support

for her foundation and the children.
SEE AKOGO FOUNDATION
English    -     Polish

Hear the laughter,

Through the trees,

See their smiles,

Warm your heart,

Their innocent eyes,

Reviewing things,

A world of wonder,

To them we impart,

Yet some do go,

Where we don’t know,

Through the doorway,

Of a great trauma,

Then all is dark,

And families gather,

By the bedside,

Wondering,

Can he see me?

Waiting,

Does she hear?

Life turns to darkness,

All that’s left is fear,

Children lie in limbo,

Some with eyes closed,

As comas took their light,

Some simply lie locked,

With their eyes awake,

They lie looking out,

No path to take,

All limbs are still,

And yet there is will,

Reaching out every day,

For someone to reach in,

And with her own daughter,

Trapped in this way,

She took them all in,

So many young hearts,

For all would be forsaken,

Yet with the help,

Of many hands,

The sleepers must awaken.

Andrzej Rosiewicz - "The Gift of Andrzej"

Andrew Rosiewicz was in San Diego yesterday! This is a wonderful Polish performer who lifted thousands of hearts during the trying times of socialism and martial law, performed before presidents including Gorbachev, and tonight he performed for us.  I am honored to have met him, and my heart is filled with joy.

He gave me a gift that night.  I have been worried that my writing would never sell and that my name would never be widely known.  As I saw this legend perform and make us laugh I learned something.  Being known by many is nothing in comparison to how we can powerfully affect a few.

See links below for some performances!

Music is the language,

That crosses all borders,

And he dances...

A smile is the key,

Which opens all hearts,

And he sings...

Humor is the light,

Leading from the shadows,

And he laughs...

For our gifts bless,

When used well in life,

And this he brings...

May hearts that hear,

Be lifted high,

And have hope...

May souls that see,

Hold their heads high,

And have strength...

May minds that think,

Find truth in being,

And have life.

The Perfect Storm - For the Victims of Typhoon Haiyan in the Phillipines 2013

This year has seen the worst tornado and the worst typhoon in history.

Pray that this year does not also bring the worst earthquake.

If that did happen, we would want help.

So go to the Red Cross now, and help families in the Philippines.

Shattered,

Broken,

Shaken,

Stolen.

Silence fills the air,

Where our children played,

Rubble fills the view,

Where nature’s force displayed.

Battled,

Fought,

Destroyed,

Distraught,

Waters came to us,

Wind taking power to see,

The flood surrounded us,

And took our path to flee.

Afraid,

Afflicted,

Confounded,

Restricted.

A monster too great,

Everywhere at once,

In a terrified state,

Dark fear confronts.

Incalculable,

Cost,

Bewildered,

Lost.

The world comes to see,

There is nothing left,

With homes demolished,

And loved ones bereft,

Coming,

Feeling,

Holding,

Healing,

Hand by hand,

Brick by brick,

Bottle by bottle,

Stick by stick,

Warmth of heat,

Heat of hearts,

Darkness cleared,

Healing starts,

Life returning,

Communities reborn,

For your love is stronger,

Than this Perfect Storm.

In Defiance

This song was in my head last night while doing dishes.  The final verses came to heart.  Then I grabbed a pencil and wrote the rest in less than a minute.  Backwards.  Feel free to play the song while reading.

Dance of elation,

True jubilation,

Love breaks through fire,

Of dark tribulation,

Hand of beauty,

Upon your face,

Lonely sorrow,

There is no trace,

Your soul must dance,

Joy beyond words,

Passion unheard,

No sound can express,

Such eternal caress,

Till morning comes,

And dreams must leave,

For circumstance,

Does sorrow weave,

Yet hope imparted,

Forever bonded,

Holding on,

Love stands strong,

In defiance.

One at a Time

My two basic rules in life:

1). Find out what you can do.

2). Do it

I met a man in Poway on Sunday who brings hand crafted art in from Mexico and sells it to support a school for girls down there.  Not only is he helping children to have an education, he is helping families of craftsmen put food on their tables through the work of their hands.  Before I made it back home, I wrote the following poem piece by piece at stoplights.  If you want to see this man's website, you can visit HERE.

Love is the bond,

Joining thought and creation,

Bringing magic to hearts,

In the circle of life,

As learning breeds living,

In the sharing of ways,

Showing young hearts meaning,

For life meaning is found,

Through how we share,

Our gifts of souls,

Investing in eternity,

One at a time.

This Dance

 I wrote this poem after receiving the following request:

From: Christy
Date: Thu, Sep 12, 2013 at 6:56 AM
Subject: RE: From Eric
To: Eric V <endlessperspectiveoflife@gmail.com>

Nice!

I just had a thought….Do you have any that you have done that would fit this situation—my uncle is dying from cancer and marrying his longtime girlfriend tomorrow night…I would love to take one of your poems and put it on a nice background in a frame to include in their present.

Thank you,

Christy

The response will follow the poem...

She brought light to my eyes,

With the touch of her hand,

Her smile fills my heart,

More than I understand,

On our journeys we met,

Our paths crossed and we became one.

Then the world came alive,

As seen through the heart,

And the music began,

For it had a fresh start,

Now the truth is alive,

Since what love makes can’t be undone.

We are born once again,

In each other’s arms,

For one look at her,

And forever I’m charmed,

It was since the first glance,

It was blessing not chance,

And I asked her,

Can I have this dance.

Though trials we will see,

And hardships do come,

What love binds secure,

Can not be undone,

When life’s race has past,

Our souls bear the victories won.

For when sickness came,

Which the body can’t bear,

God’s love gave us strength,

And her heart chose to share,

For though she could go,

She said , “For you I’ll always be there”.

We were born once again,

In each other’s arms,

In the strength of her arms,

I feel free of all harm,

With our rings we confirm,

It was blessing not chance,

So may all know,

We are having this dance.

All of life makes a song,

Carried forth by the wind,

As new souls come in birth,

Again and again,

Adding voice to the music,

The rhythm which all hearts sing.

This song is forever,

Heard in our hearts,

It first came from God,

In the love he imparts,

It is the gift of life,

And the love that we all bring.

We are all born again,

In each other’s arms,

The strength we can share,

Is our beauty and charm,

May our union of love,

Touch hearts for life to enhance,

So may all share,

In our having this dance.

From: Christy
Date: Tue, Sep 17, 2013 at 5:41 AM
Subject: RE: From Eric
To: Eric V <endlessperspectiveoflife@gmail.com>

They actually just read it yesterday, my uncle had tears in his eyes. They said to tell you thank you for writing something that describes them without actually meeting them…you are very good!!

Thank you,

Christy

The Lonely Cowboy

I can see them in the valley,

The cowboys are on their ride,

Orange skies above them,

My heart is filled with pride,

They know their way,

They’re here to stay.

For this here land did call us,

We heard it in our hearts,

We each did leave the city,

For here to make our mark,

In this wide land,

We made our stand.

The song is on the wind,

That bears our spirits high,

The wilderness brings freedom,

Which is the reason why,

This life we enjoy

And I am,

The Lonely Cowboy.

From the time the sun rises,

Making a living from the land,

In thanks for each day we see,

And strength given to our hands,

For our children,

And what we give them.

From my hill the story flows,

Like the river down below,

They’re riding hard under the sunshine,

Or working deep through driving snow,

They know no limit,

Just how to give it.

The song is on the wind,

That bears our spirits high,

The wilderness brings freedom,

Which is the reason why,

This life we enjoy

And I am,

The Lonely Cowboy.

I remember riding with them,

And being left behind,

For I could not ride no further,

When my eyes ceased to shine,

They were beside me,

When my soul left me.

They hung my hat on the marker,

Which was placed upon this hill,

Where my soul prefers to wander,

As the beauty draws me still,

I see them riding,

As my spirit flies.

My song rides on this wind,

That bears my spirit high,

The wilderness brings freedom,

From Heaven’s beauty high,

The sweet song of joy,

Never again I am to be,

The Lonely Cowboy.