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mace mealer's poetry has
appeared in the Highlights over 50 times, the earliest appearance
in issue #480. Now mace has written a hard cover book
featuring nearly 700 of his poems. The poems read smoothly, have
different flavors and tones, and get different themes across:
compassion, silence, children, eternality, release, emptiness,
nothing, as-is-ness, enlightnement. The volume is reminder after
reminder, pointer after pointer of what is essential and
important in life, and mainly it's about being human and watching
ourselves as we step through the world. You'll feel that
mace mealer knows you slightly better than you know
yourself, and that he wanted the difference to
be slight.
The book is entitled Alethea at
Aphelion, A Book By God and Mace, by William Mace Mealer.
It may be ordered at Amazon.com: http://www.amazon.com/Alethea-Aphelion-Book-God-Mace/dp/0982042302/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1231502293&sr=1-1
Here are a few of the poems:
New
Year
Winter
sky is hard and high
framed
by ice glistening bough
wherein
the wind of velvet sky
does
not the Heart's red flame allow.
But
in the houses down below
beneath
the shadows of the snow,
in
blankets that are big and small,
sleep
the children of us all.
There
the Heart burns bright and clear,
to
show the way for this New Year.
Poet's
Coin
Intent
is rarely free of impurities.
But
like the gold in our teeth,
too
pure is too soft
to
let us chew our food.
With
just a little hypocrisy,
let
us speak
of
wind and rain and love.
Originality
In
the maelstrom of existence
Nothing
is repeated,
nothing.
Every
grain of sand
that
falls
through
the hourglass
is
infinitely different
than
the one before.
Even
the smallest action
is
ultimately
never
repeated.
It
is easy to mistake
the
same for the similar.
Be
assured, the next
thought
you have,
emotion
you feel,
action
you take,
will
be miraculously
original.
Doorways
Once
there was an old monk
who
practiced his meditation
by
getting up early in the morning
before
anyone else was up and
seating
himself in the middle of a
small
doorway in the monastery
where
many had to pass on their
way
to their appointed duties.
This
practice greatly impeded
the
movement of his fellow monks
as
they found it necessary to leap
over
him to be on their way.
The
result being that he was often
kicked
in the process, not always
accidentally,
and therefore
he
was frequently covered in bruises.
When
the frustration of the other
monks
rose to a fevered pitch they
voiced
their complaints to the Revered
Teacher
of the monastery and requested
that
he intervene.
Calling
the old monk before him
the
Teacher asked him why he found
it
necessary to practice his meditation
in
this way. He replied,
"I
find that I dislike others and I
am
easily distracted"
At
this the Teacher smiled and
asked
the old mink to resume
his
practice.
So
Darn Cute
My
ego is like a little boy,
I
have to love him,
he's
so darn cute.
He
likes to think he's
SO
important.
He
loves toys
and
his sweets,
and
what an imagination!
One
day a Cowboy,
the
next an Indian,
or
an ancient learned Sage.
I'm
never cruel to him
because
he reminds me
what
it is to be human,
but
I never give him
the
keys to the car.
A
Visit
Lonelineness
stopped by
for
a visit last night.
He
must have heard me
polishing
memories
of
holding my kids.
It's
been a while
since
he and I were
constant
companions.
I
understand him
better
now.
So
I made some
tea
and we talked
a
while.
He
tells me
business
is good.
Earl
and Sam
I
once knew a man named Earl,
all
in all he was a pretty ordinary guy.
With
one notable exception,
he
was liked by everyone,
and
I mean everyone!
I
never heard anyone say
a
bad thing about Earl, ever!
It
took me a while but I think
I
figured out why.
He
never thought ill of others.
He
just didn't do it, and everyone
just
somehow knew it.
I
also knew a guy named Sam
whose
nature was kind of bitter.
Sam
had something nasty to say
about
just about everyone,
except
Earl, who to this day
I
believe was his only
True
Friend.
Art
Every
artist
has
a flaw
written
on their forehead,
visible
to everyone,
but
themselves,
expressed
in
every aspect of work.
Ultimately,
the
expression
of
perfection
in
the work
of
any artist,
is
dependent on
the
artist
becoming
intimately aware
of
this flaw,
and
not attempting
to
remove it.
The
Secret
The
miraculous secret
of
the most profound truth
is
in its simplicity,
to
know it,
begin
by giving freely
of
that which you cherish most.
To
Know Another
Say
"non duality" to no ear
and
only the silence smiles back
at
your naivety.
Say
it to one other,
and
you have created
its
counterpart.
Say
it to thousands
and
you have given birth
to
a grand hypocrisy.
This
one finds it easy
to
recognize grand hypocrisies
having
postulated so very many.
I'm going to print more in the next issue.
Over 700 poems in the book. Alethea at Aphelion, A Book
By God and Mace, by William Mace Mealer.
It may be ordered at Amazon.com: http://www.amazon.com/Alethea-Aphelion-Book-God-Mace/dp/0982042302/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1231502293&sr=1-1