“And this I believe: that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world. And this I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected. And this I must fight against: any idea, religion, or government which limits or destroys the individual. This is what I am and what I am about.” – John Steinbeck
In the Whisper of Time's Sands
by Michael Doyle
We can't get a lock on the future
Without knowing our past
We can't know what to nurture
If we don't know what was once cast
The good hunter seeks to rise to the height
As he sips the water of life to quench his thirst
He keeps all obstacles within his keen sight
Casting what is last as much as what was first
An open mind sees as far as it can
In this world full of choices
One must stay one's own man
Despite the cacophony of voices
Each voice heard insists it is the one that is right
To remove the falsity of darkness from the light
Only the fool thinks that he knows all
This is the whisper of the sands that we recall
(c) February 26, 2025 Michael Doyle
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“The first and governing maxim in the interpretation of a statute is to discover the meaning of those who made it.” – James Wilson (1790)
“Don’t educate your children to be rich. Educate them to be happy, so they know the value of things, not the price.” – Victor Hugo, poet, novelist, and dramatist (26 Feb 1802-1885)
We Manage To Stand
by Michael Doyle
Sunset captures fear's reflection
As the kitten meanders in the right direction
Unhungry and not seeking some timid mouse
But rather the warmth of the familiar house
Once the hunter, now the prey
The game of life has danger in its play
With a bounding leap, the chase is on
The kitten hides in shadows until the hounds are gone
With greater danger and nowhere to stay put
It was the perfect day to be trampled underfoot
But instead, there was a flood that kept coming
Until there was no point in trying the outrunning
Strange semi-friendships were formed on this day
This is the truth found along survival's way
Alone, there is a misery's need for company
Deeper water brings life's uncomfortable sympathy
Layer by layer until there's nowhere left to go
Life is forced forward by the water's flow
Until we've found nothing more to do
But to do our best at being me and you
Finding no oar, we simply drift
Hoping that our fortune might shift
In the interim, we sail along the canopy
Finding ourselves stuck like monkeys in the trees
In uncertain times, life rushes by
We're only sure that we are unsure, but we still have to try
Scary things come along to fill us with dread
The best that we have is to do our best to duck our heads
Swimming to safety as best that we can manage
Out here in a world that is often savage
Hitching a ride wherever it is that we can
Alone but not alone in this world, we manage to stand
(c) February 25, 2025 Michael Doyle
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“The greatest gift a parent can give a child is unconditional love. As a child wanders and strays, finding his bearings, he needs a sense of absolute love from a parent. There’s nothing wrong with tough love, as long as the love is unconditional.” – George W. Bush
“Love the animals, love the plants, love everything. If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery in things. Once you perceive it, you will begin to comprehend it better every day. And you will come at last to love the whole world with an all-embracing love.” – Fyodor Dostoevsky
Silently Feeling
by Michael Doyle
In this world that shifts and shatters
Miracles happen most when they don't matter
It feels a bit like cosmic confusion
But it's really just a humbling illusion
All these thoughts of constant intrusion
Come in layers of complex conclusions
Even these things we thought we hate
Seem so urgently missed and cannot wait
The miracles can be so beautiful
If we redefine what is wonderful
Each of us wants what we want and feel we need
It's what sustains us when we bleed
Silently fading into the nightscape
It's up to each of us to make our escape
Finding out how to make our own ways
We are the makers of our own days
It's a good sign to get lost along our way
The ocean shore brings us back to play
If we don't live our moments we're already dead
A kiss takes the place of what might have been said
The miracles can be so beautiful
If we redefine what is wonderful
Each of us wants what we want and feel we need
It's what sustains us when we bleed
It's a loss of always when we lose control
Separating our bodies from our souls
Pseudo-messiahs fake their better places
It's the trick of the tale that love embraces
Knowing that over is never really over
Like the luck of a four leaf clover
We push on looking for the miracles that matter
Breaking hard against the edge until it shatters
The miracles can be so beautiful
If we redefine what is wonderful
Each of us wants what we want and feel we need
It's what sustains us when we bleed
(c) February 24, 2025 Michael Doyle
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“Whatever we plant in our subconscious mind and nourish with repetition and emotion will one day become a reality.” – Earl Nightingale
“The less government interferes with private pursuits, the better for general prosperity.” – Martin Van Buren
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