“What is the universe? The universe is a symphony of vibrating strings…we are nothing but melodies. We are nothing but cosmic music played out on vibrating strings and membranes.” – Michio Kaku
I’m not sure I believe Kaku. But I do think it is interesting that we are back to talking about the music of the spheres…
Hula Memories
by Michael Doyle
The modern age has its share of complexity.
But not enough to warrant Hawaiian anxiety.
The sacred duty held with great veneration,
Is the sacred duty felt by each generation.
Hula is the language of the Hawaiian heart.
It has remained so since the very start.
Each move is symbolic of a tale to be told.
With each move, the Polynesian story unfolds.
Hula expresses all that we see and feel,
In this way, this dance is what keeps us real.
It is the joy and sorrow of every perceived fear.
It is the courage that is always there.
The heiau stands guard over the native graves,
But it is Hulu that reminds us of what it saves.
Though life pushes out in a million directions,
We cannot help but feel the deeply rooted connections.
The connections that make us want to return home,
There is something intangible yet hard as temple stone.
It is and was not just a dance but a way of life.
It brought us to a sense of peace and away from strife.
A pig roasts beneath fronds baked within Hawaiian ground,
And this too is a part of where our hearts are found.
Heritage calling to our hearts with every bit of love,
On the islands beneath a million stars floating above.
Like the ancestors did, we step left to step right
As slack key guitars and ukuleles play into the night.
There is and was something magical in the harmony.
What sounded right was to melodically loosen the key.
Then we would watch as the dancers moved into position,
Proud as we quietly were to be the performing musicians.
The dancers would dance, beating the gourds, chanting in voice,
And as we moved in unison, it was as if we had no choice.
In call and response, the dancers danced in sacred duty.
Every step taken had its natural sense of rarefied beauty.
Though life is filled with hard work and endless miles,
The Hula is the dance of dances, bringing endless smiles.
(c) August 26, 2025 Michael Doyle
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“Yesterday is not ours to recover, but tomorrow is ours to win or lose.” – Lyndon Baines Johnson
“All that happens to us, including our humiliations, our misfortunes, our embarrassments, all is given to us as raw material, as clay, so that we may shape our art.” – Jorge Luis Borges
The World Changes (Waiting On You)
by Michael Doyle
There's no doubt about it,
Whether we whisper or shout it.
It's always so good to be home,
Even when we're there alone.
You share your love among fans and friends,
Quietly or loudly until the music ends.
You wonder if they'll still love you tomorrow,
Will it be warm and tender love, or sorrow?
On the road, we were searching for that feeling,
The one that kept our hearts and heads reeling.
But it is always good to be home,
Even when we are there alone.
We let it go, we set the music free,
Knowing that, at worst, we just came to disagree.
We looked in every direction,
Looking for anyone left standing to show us affection.
It's like we never left, then it's alright,
As we play hearts of darkness in the spotlight.
Paralyzed with the growing change of seasons,
Life and music have their love and reasons.
On the road, we were searching for that feeling,
The one that kept our hearts and heads reeling.
But it is always good to be home,
Even when we are there alone.
Doesn't it make you wonder with warm desire,
About the crazy ways, we set the world on fire?
Only you know, I suppose, that I could never know,
We still have a lot of broken love to show.
We sometimes took more than we gave,
Dancing proudly on music's sweet grave.
Sad and deep as you are, it's just another song.
The truth is, maybe we played it for far too long.
On the road, we were searching for that feeling,
The one that kept our hearts and heads reeling.
But it is always good to be home,
Even when we are there alone.
(c) August 25, 2025 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved
“Let us not seek the Republican answer or the Democratic answer, but the right answer. Let us not seek to fix the blame for the past. Let us accept our own responsibility for the future.” – John F. Kennedy
“People are always talking on their phones, or looking at their phones, because they don’t want to be alone with their thoughts.” – Martin Amis
Death Revealed Truths
by Michael Doyle
We don't get more real than with death.
The feeling of this stays until the last breath.
If you're not prepared to succumb and die,
We need to focus on the how and the why.
If you're not ready for the day that you die,
Then you're really not all that ready to live.
Let's turn our focus on that" how and why"
Let's not choke on the reply of what life has to give.
There is a huge gulf between us and Him.
There will be no greater than the them
Who have come before and where we will go
What will separate the flame from the shadow?
Life is a story of contrasts in what we see,
And all that comes and goes requires humility.
Contrasts in life and death - down to the last breath.
We find differences in life, even in how we face death.
No words or fixing can change our destiny.
From this, we learn the value of how we journey.
Doing right to others and worshipping the Lord,
It seems this then is the dividing sword.
To be at the bosom of Abraham is to have all,
Regardless of fame, shame, or whatever we might recall.
Heaven is where God waits for us makes it all right.
We know this as a walk from darkness into the light.
The glories of Heaven and the acquisition of Hell -
How we live and believe is what compels.
The outcome is down to what we do
To live by what is good and to live for what's true.
Whether we earn Heaven or Hell is a matter of equity.
It is our decisions that sets us at our liberty
That defines what our final outcome will be.
We are our own deliverers of our final destiny.
A fact is a fact, and Hell has no relief
For the causes of separation that bring grief.
Hell is a place of tormenting misery.
Hell-fires have burned throughout all history.
Memories are not forgotten and are known for their sting.
If you end up in Hell, you'll have what you bring
And you will remember your every opportunity
That you had to avoid suffering this self-inflicted injury.
In the moment of death comes the chasm of separation.
You must in this life address your final representation.
The cross of Calvary spread sanctuary from our misery.
This is steadfast in our theology.
It takes a lot of work to go to Hell.
If you have, maybe it's just as well,
And once you've managed to get yourself there,
Your chance at redemption is over, I fear.
It's been this way since Lucifer was falling,
That a person in need of saving finds Jesus calling.
We hold this hope based on the Bible's authority -
That our choices form our path to our destiny.
(c) August 24, 2025 Michael Doyle
All Rights Reserved
“Our greatest weakness lies in giving up. The most certain way to succeed is always to try just one more time.” – Thomas Edison
“After desire has conceived, it gives birth to sin; and sin, when it is full-grown, gives birth to death.” – James 1:15 NIV
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