“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.” – C.S. Lewis
In and out of our lives, we hear Those thoughts around us that persevere. Pushing and prodding us with possibility, And we gravitate toward what has plausibility.
There are no promises, only process. We take our nibbles here and there to test. Hoping to find our dreams and not make a mess, We reach out and are always hoping for the best.
Photographs breed their sets of memories, All the moments spent with our loves and families. We may not know the depth of experience, But we document these things in deference.
Life is made to love and to travel. Dreams are made to be caught as we are able. But mostly, life best lived is to simply live, Taking from it all the best that life can give.
Like jazz, life is a constant flow of improvisation To be lived in just the right pocket of fascination. Images ricochet with their perfect syncopation. We voyage without necessarily knowing our destination.
Acting as if living moment by moment Allows us to feel what we do, be it joy or torment. We do what we do with every sense of validity While knowing our degree of control has zero possibility
Of working out precisely as we actually mean. This is the lost of life as a human being. We pass through all of this within degrees of attention, Sometimes in the manner of habit, sometimes in intention.
I hesitate to mention this inclination toward hesitation, But so much of life amounts to an endless question. Somewhere in the middle of all these chaotic bits of action Is that point that we call it our satisfaction.
(c) May 29, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“The best index to a person’s character is (a) how he treats people who can’t do him any good, and (b) how he treats people who can’t fight back.” —Abigail Van Buren
Worthy of the Lord's call, I am prayerful about all. I feel His joy everyday As He changes my every way.
The Holy Spirit guides me, Overflowing inside of me. There is a need for His strength As long as the day's length.
My holy king is worthy of praise. In His power, He will raise A choir of angels to sing, Echoing the grace that He brings.
Hearts healed are what is found. Bodies are made whole and it's profound. I hear the Lord's voice ring out, And I am thankful that He removes my doubt.
I know who my heart belongs to, The Son of God is phenomenally true. This time is one as is every blessed hour. I will remain guided by His love and power.
(c) May 28, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
The system we live in tends to treat the sick. Working toward wellness would be and is my pick. Have a handful of pills and feel more diseased. This is not workable and people are not pleased.
Bodies need balance for them to feel well. There's a lesson there that should compel. Not everything is cured with any color pill. All that does is leave us sick and staying ill.
Pharma broke faith for the contemplative. In terms of all that is real and relative, Side effects like death are not an alternative. Heaven help me from using a suitable superlative.
This isn't a matter of empty conspiracy Fueled as it is by influencers peddling anxiety. There is, of course, room for each to have space. Eastern and Western fit together in easy embrace.
But the dollars made make for Western medicine Into a travesty that most can see is mortal sin. It isn't a matter of reaching for fringe belief, But instead trusting in the hope for some relief.
Pharma broke faith for the contemplative. In terms of all that is real and relative, Side effects like death are not an alternative. Heaven help me from using a suitable superlative.
A time comes when the people realize they're sicker. They look around and realize people are dying quicker. That's the time that we need to reach out in examination And rethink how we're living for the good of our nation.
We reach for the wisdom of the East from our bookshelves, Certain that the truth lies between or somewhere else. But isn't going to be found in noxious chemicals that mask Without curing cause because it's not up to the task.
Pharma broke faith for the contemplative. In terms of all that is real and relative, Side effects like death are not an alternative. Heaven help me from using a suitable superlative.
(c) May 27, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“‘Appeasement’ is the policy of feeding your friends to a crocodile, one at a time, in hopes that the crocodile will eat you last.” – Franklin D. Roosevelt
“Our defense is in the preservation of the spirit which prizes liberty as a heritage of all men, in all lands, everywhere. Destroy this spirit and you have planted the seeds of despotism around your own doors.” – Abraham Lincoln
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 