Oh deep and wondrous waters
Stretched beyond what eye can see
It’s not the mysteries of your depths
That gives thy meaning up to me

I see white sails upon thy surface
And many ships and boats afloat
And close by me white crashing foam
Surrounds me like some giant moat

But your beauty and your meaning
In my soul in which you breed
Is that you are the water of my creation
In which to me you’ve given seed

I dip into your wetness
Which cleanses me for sure
Your briny goodness reaches into
And makes my free soul so pure



I, as a Child, Teenager, and Adult, experienced Anger….sometimes extreme Anger.
Unfortunately, for me, the source of it was my own Father. But this little Blog is not about my history with him. That is a long story saved for another day.

I write that only to show that, sadly and painfully, I have many years of experiences with it. And that I knows Anger when I hears it!

Frederick Buechner in his book “Wishful Thinking”, writes about “Anger”. My first thought upon reading it was that this had to be my favorite definition of Anger. But on reflection, I don’t know if one can have a favorite definition of “Anger”. After all, it is hardly an emotion one has anything “favorite” to think or feel about. It would be like having a favorite definition of Abuse, or Murder!

Lets just say that my initial reading of it was not only one of the intellect, but also a very deeply felt visceral and appreciative response to it.

I am not a Religious Man, as I see Mr. Buechner is. There are for sure many things we would disagree on. But I have learned when a voice speaks the Truth, (Obviously as I see it) – regardless of the source – embrace it as if it is your very own thought. Otherwise, not only is your Mind very limited, but sadly so are your Heart and Human Soul.

And lastly, Yes, there is appropriate Anger, that which is in response to Irrational, Despicable, Abusive, Immoral behavior. But this is not what Mr. Buechner wrote, nor what I read into it.

Mr. Buechner speaks:

“Of the Seven Deadly Sins,
Anger is possibly the most fun.
To lick your wounds,
To smack your lips
Over grievances long past

To roll over your tongue
The prospect of bitter confrontations still to come,
To savor to the last toothsome morsel
Both the pain you are given
And the pain you are giving back

In many ways it is a feast fit for a king.
The chief drawback is
That what you are wolfing down is yourself.
The skeleton at the feast is you.”


Have I not heard
So many times
The dim and dismal whispers
Of small and frightened people
Echoing the refrains
Of ranting Demagogues
How small and insignificant
We Humans be

Have they not read nor heard
Those words and sounds that Titans wrote,
That vibrate through the Centuries.
Whether read on the written page
Or heard in the Concert Hall
They be Beauteous Chords,
That gives the Lie
To those immoral Falsehoods

Have they not Dreamed
As many have Dreamed
Not of Worlds to Conquer,
But of Worlds to Discover
Not of Individuals to Control
But of Individuals to Discover
Individuals who own Minds, Hearts and Souls
Of Substance, Value, Love,
Passion and Compassion

For our Greatness lies
Not in our Bodily size
It lies in the depth
And scope of our Imaginations
In the Fearlessness of our Hearts
And in the Clarity, Beauty
And Grandeur of our Thoughts
All of which expands the Human Spirit
To the edges of Universes –
Both known and unknown.


“Therefore, dear Sir, love your solitude
And try to sing out with the pain it causes you.
For those who are near you are far away, you write,
And this shows that the space around you is beginning to grow vast.

And if what is near you is far away,
Then your vastness is already among the stars and is very great;
Be happy about your growth,
In which of course
You can’t take anyone with you,
And be gentle with those who stay behind;

Be confident and calm in front of them
And don’t torment them with your doubts
And don’t frighten them with your faith or joy,
Which they wouldn’t be able to comprehend.

Seek out some simple and true feeling
Of what you have in common with them,
Which doesn’t necessarily have to alter
When you yourself change again and again;
When you see them, love life in a form that is not your own
And be indulgent toward those who are growing old,
Who are afraid of the aloneness that you trust.

Avoid providing material for the drama,
That is always stretched tight
between parent and children;
It uses up much of the children’s strength
And wastes the love of the elders,
Which acts and warms even if it doesn’t comprehend.
Don’t ask for any advice from them
And don’t expect any understanding.

But believe in a love that
Is being stored up for you like an inheritance,
And have faith that in this love
There is a strength and a blessing
So large that you can travel as far as you wish
Without having to step outside it.”

But your solitude will be a support and a home for you,
Even in the midst of very unfamiliar circumstances,
And from it you will find all your paths.
All my good wishes are ready to accompany you,
And my faith is with you.

― Rainer Maria Rilke, – Excerpt from: “Letters to a Young Poet”


A very brief note of explanation for my unforeseen absence
these past three months from my Blog site;  “BREATHE FREE”.

Let’s just say I’ve been unwillingly indisposed during this time. Some people, Medical Professionals as it turns out, might even say I was ill! And having recently acquired realistic insights into who I really am – instead of the Fantasy of whom I think I am – I really couldn’t object to that diagnosis.

However indisposed or ill, I may have been – they are all in the past – and I return with an eagerness of Mind and Spirit, to my Passion and most beloved endeavor.

Thank you



I believe in my whole race.
Yellow, White, Black, Red, Brown —
in the Honesty, Courage, Intelligence, Durability … and Goodness …
of the overwhelming majority of my Brothers and Sisters everywhere on this planet.

I am proud to be a Human Being.
I believe that we have come this far by the skin of our teeth,
that we always make it just by the skin of our teeth —
but that we will always make it … survive … endure.

I believe that this hairless embryo
with the aching, oversize brain case and the opposable thumb
this animal barely up from the apes, will endure —
will endure longer than his Home Planet,
will spread out to the other Planets, to the Stars, and beyond,
carrying with him his Honesty,
his unlimited Courage—and his Noble essential Decency.

This I believe with all my Heart.

Robert A. Heinlein-

(Excerpted from a piece he wrote for the
Edward R Murrow Radio Program, “This I Believe”)


The Post, “LOVE IS”, being published today, was initially
Published on 9/26/2015.
Since today is “Love Day” and given the current
uncertainties of today’s World, I thought it
might be appropriate to publish it once again.


Love is the Poet’s word,
The Composer’s song,
The Singer’s voice,
The Dancer’s form.

Love is our Word
Spoken a thousand times.
Yet when spoke once again,
Heard, as if never heard before.

Love is our Song,
Of Passion’s cry,
for dreams fulfilled
And all those yet to be.

Love is our Voice,
The silent Voice,
Of unspoken words,
Heard, within each others’ heart.

Love is our Dance,
The graceful form
Of Joy beheld;
the flourish of Life embraced.

Love is our Honesty,
Not in the absence of lies,
But in the presence of Truth,
Truth of our Thought, our Word, our Deed.

Love is our Freedom,
To feel, think, say, do,
To be everything of Value,
Without fear of rebuke or restraint,
For Our Love is not the ties that bind,
Our love is the hand,
That Frees the ties that bind.

Our Love is the totality of Openness
To be Child, Adult, Man, Woman;
To give and receive
Without, Identity lost,
Or compromise of Soul.

Our Love is not self-sacrifice or denial;
It is Self Adulation,
Joyful in the Knowledge,
Purpose and Beauty of life.
For our Love is not faults accepted,
But Virtues honored.

Our Love is not that I cannot live without you,
But that I must live with you.
Always with the presence of Mind, Heart and Soul
That Lives in each of us,
Able to comprehend
All the Beauty and Wonder of the world,
And to see the Vision, clear and bright,
Of all those things we hold Dear.

Our Love is Beauty, Clarity and Light perceived,
Felt and known within one’s self and the other.

Our Love is seeing those precious Virtues
Within the uniqueness of the other;
Our Love is the Heartbeat of Beauty,
The Breath of Wonder,
It is Life itself.

Our Love is not only a feeling of our Hearts,
It is a Judgment of our Minds,
A Commitment of our Souls,
Conscious acts of Affirmations,
Towards all we hold Dear.
A statement of but one word:   YES!
.                                                                    YES!……….. To LOVE
.                                                                    YES!……….. To BEAUTY
.                                                                    YES!……….. To JOY
.                                                                    YES!……….. To LIFE
.                                                                    YES!……….. To YOU

.                                     Created by: Edward Sollisch and Fran Wellgood.


How soon is it
A Poem to get
From someone unknown
And still unmet?

A Day – A Month – A Year
Or just a Moment in Time,
If what is said runs deep enough
From another’s Mind to Mine

As for Time,
One of Its Moments most Beautiful,
Is the Silence………
Pervading the Audience
Upon the Conductor
Raising his Baton
To begin a Concert

It is being
On the Brink
Of Creation,
Or Re-Creation,
As I await
A Universe of Sound
Emotion and Beauty.
It is Anticipation,
Of Known And Unknown Forces
Soon to touch me

So much
Like first hearing from,
Or first meeting of,
An Exceptional Person.
For who knows
What Human Emotion,
Intimacy, Joy, And Beauty,
Will Emerge?

Perhaps not for long,
Perhaps forever,
Perhaps Bliss mixed with Sadness,
But what matter,
For Anticipation and Stimulation,
And the Discovery of a Person
Of Substance and of Value
Are their own Rewards


I stand on the Rocky shore
The Rock Squirrels my company
We look across the Green,
Moss covered Rocks
And watch the Blue/Green waves
Coming to shore in Foamy Dress
Spreading out upon the White Sand
In ever diminishing Magnitude
Ending in a thin translucent film of moisture,
Sinking slowly into the sands below.

My eyes go to the Horizon beyond
Their eyes – the Squirrels
Go to I know not where
For their world is limited to here
The Rocks their shelter
The Surf their Land’s end
And the limits of their World

Their end is but my beginning
For my Mind’s Eyes
Go beyond the limits of Horizons
Across Oceans to Far away Coasts,
Some of which I’ve walked
And others I have not
And beyond those Coasts
To expanses of Countries
Both seen and not

But my Mind’s Eyes,
Not content with but Lands and Oceans
Nor limits of Earth
Rise upward to the sky
And beyond
To see Moons and Suns, Constellations,
Universes and Infinities.
And I stand entranced
A Joyful Owner of a Free Mind,
Enraptured by the Enormity, Beauty and Emotion of it all.

To me, the Ocean’s Shore
Is always a Place
Of Mental Cleansing and Contemplation
An Opportunity – devoid of Distraction –
To let my Mind run Free
To wherever it may lead
For the Human Mind
Is a Curious and Beautiful Instrument
And many Truths can be uncovered
By giving it the Free Rein
It always deserves
As once again it does for me

For suddenly my mind is a Symphony of
Feeling and Emotion caught between
Thoughts of Ocean, Land and Universe
Seeing not an Ocean of Water
But an Ocean of Humanity
And wondering how many of us
Trod these Shores, Plains, Mountains and other Terrains
Expiring at Life’s end
Without Birthright Realized or Perceived
Like little Ocean droplets
Only realizing themselves
Within the voluminous fold of Humanity
Never to experience the Uniqueness
And Individuality of their Birth

And with that last thought
I feel the Light and Energy
Course through my Mind
And the Physicality of my Body

And then a most compelling Word
Glows piercingly into my thoughts.
A Word that needs no definition.
As Bach Fugues,
Beethoven Symphonies,
Michelangelo Art Works,
Need no definition.
They exist in Time and Space
Their Value always our Eternal companions
In Life’s Journey.

I hesitate to even call it a Word.
It too exists in Time and Space
An unconscious statement of Life.
Eternal as a Work of Art.
Not an act of doing,
But a State of Being.
Of Being PURE
If anything was ever part of the Human Spirit
It is PURE
Pure of Mind, Pure of Heart, Pure of Soul
The complete Human Spirit

And with those thoughts,
I realize that
I can be as Pure as I allow myself to be
I am as Pure as I allow myself to be!
And so it is with all of us
We are as Pure as We allow ourselves to be
How can We not feel the Joy of that

And with that Joy
Before I turn to leave
Once more I stand entranced
By all that has transpired
With open Mind and Heart
With the Purity I’ve allowed myself to be
My thoughts and Love
Go to the Hearts of Loved ones in my life
And deeper into their Souls
And beyond

For whatever travails may
Have been in their Lives
Whatever Hurts and Pains
They still carry with them in their Lives
They have my Eternal Love and Commitment to their Beings
Beings that I have a most needed Presence of in my Life
For I see in their Mind, Heart and Soul
The Purity and Joy of their Human Spirit


If I knew Then
What I know Now
Well all I can say
Is Wow

Back Then,
It Was what it Was
And Now,
It Is what it Is
And never the two shall meet

Do I regret any of the Was
Not for a moment
For the Lessons learned from Was
Led me to the Is of Now

The Light of Life
Of the Human Spirit
Can Shine Bright as the Noonday Sun
Or Dim as the Farthest Star
Depending on the path we choose

And so it is with
Then, or Now
We are mostly rooted either
In the Was of the Past
Or embrace the Is of Now

In the Now,
The Then is not our Friend,
Sadly, too many times,
The Then lives in our Now
Hindering the Light of Life
And the Free Will of the Human Spirit

So what will it be,
If the Light of Life
Shines Bright or Dim
How Bright is that Light
If our Now Is,
The Was of our Past

As Omar Khayyam,
(Persian Poet, Scientist and Philosopher)
Famously Wrote:

“The Moving Finger writes and having writ,
Moves on; nor all your piety nor wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,
Nor all your tears wash out a word of it.”