Thursday, December 24, 2015

Justice

Justice

I think the justice of the Universe
Is found in that in the end,
Everything is made useful

No loss so tragic
That from it cannot spring hope
No sorrow furrowed so deep
That from it cannot grow gentleness
No scar so ugly
That from it a light does not shine
No human with imperfections so uneven
That from them
Cannot birth his humanity

Dewey Dirks

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Bravest Woman

Bravest Woman

I am a working woman
with children almost grown.
I'm nearly fifty.
I hope I still have a pretty face.
My husband died almost three years ago.

One cold winter day
a old man shot him dead
through our kitchen window.
He was the father of a thirty year old woman
and he thought my husband
was having an affair with his daughter
down at the bar where he used to go.

Life isn't fair sometimes.
Oh God I loved my husband so much.
We were married nearly twenty years.
Lord God he used to like to talk
to people down at the bar.
He used to like to talk
to that woman down there.
He'd go down there and sit, I know.
Lord God he used to like to talk.

I stumble through each day.
I cry through through every night.
Sometimes I think I'm a broken woman.
Sometimes I think I'm broken.
I don't know how I'll go on.
But there's bills and bills
I've got to pay.
A home that needs cleaning
and dishes to wash.
Children who need lots of love.
Children who need advice.
And a house with a hole in the window
that needs to be sold.
How can I go on without my husband?
I don't know if I can carry the weight alone.
Lord God, I'm so alone.

I miss his voice.
He used to like to talk.
Oh God he used to like to talk.
He visits me in my dreams at night
He cuddles me tightly. He kisses me softly.
He used to tell me,
Jessie, you're the bravest woman I've ever known.”
Now I hear him in the night softly say,
Don't miss me, please don't miss me.
I'm here with you now. Don't miss me.
Jessie you're the bravest woman
I've ever known.”

I get so mad at him.
Lord God, he used to like to talk.
Liked to talk to the pretty young women.
Liked to talk to everyone.
Now he visits me in my dreams at night
He cuddles me tightly. He kisses me softly.
He says, “Jessie don't miss me.
You're the bravest woman I've ever known.
If you fall down, I'll help you up again.
I'll help you up.”
Lord God I miss my husband
He used to say,
Jessie, you're the bravest woman
I've ever known.”

Last night I dreamed of a great river
with a boat to carry me across.
On the river bank my husband was standing
I walked up to him and he kissed me
He said, “Jessie life is kinder than you think
Every night in dreams you don't remember
You travel to another land.
There you and I are young again
And together we sit and talk and laugh
drinking iced tea
beside a great cypress tree.

When your days here are done
to that distant shore you'll travel
and if you still want me
I promise I'll meet you once again
beside that tree.

Jessie, oh Jessie
You are the bravest woman I've ever known.
And the love we feel for each other
is that cypress tree we meet under each night
with roots so strong it will never know death.“


Dewey Dirks

Sunday, December 6, 2015

Find

Find

Why spend your time
Trying to figure out
Something so grand as God
When you're not even sure
What life it is that flows
In your own veins.
You'll likely spend many lifetimes
Just discovering yourself

If you want to find yourself
Look to Nature
Because in it are pieces of you
If you want to find Nature
Look inside because there are
Pieces of it in you
Remember, any inquiry
Is a good one
So long as your quest is sincere

Dewey Dirks

Friday, November 27, 2015

Dreams

Dreams

If you have a dream in life
If you strive for success in what you do
Sometimes the biggest obstacle
to achieving what you want to is you

Sometimes you fear that you're not good enough
to ever be successful
Sometimes you fear success
will tear you away from your loved ones
Sometimes you fear you're too messed up
to be ever be successful
Sometimes you fear if you find success
everyone will be out to get you

Remember success is not about
writing a perfect book
painting a perfect painting
singing a perfect song
or making a lot of money
What success is really about
is taking your life by the hand
and walking into a bright new day
Where what you believe in
is you


Dewey Dirks

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Airs

Airs

I think everyone has an air about them
A feeling that they give away to others
Like ripples expanding out from a pebble
Dropped into a pond

My wife felt like the strings on a guitar
Tightly strung and full of energy
Able to make the most beautiful
Music for your soul
She had great power all scrunched up
In her tiny frame,
Like the massive energy of a brilliant, bright sun
All packed into tiny hydrogen atoms

You are like a summer afternoon for two
Out on a quiet beach---
Hills with yellow flowers
And green grass off to the north
Leading down to a white blanket of sand
As the ocean blue rolls in with the great rhythm of life
When you laugh and smile it's like a school of dolphins
Coming up near the shore to jump and play in the water
Blowing bubble-rings for each other.
You have great power too---
I don't know from where it comes
But it is like a soft breeze out there on the beach
Able to sway time itself with a secret, whispering song

Dewey Dirks

Friday, November 13, 2015

Give it a Whirl

Give it a Whirl

Now, I don't know
If I can change the world
But I'll tell you this---
I'm gonna give it a whirl

My friends, forget about
Whether you might or might not
Make a difference
Just do what's right,
Do the best you can,
Be yourself,
Be the best one of you that you can
And the rest will take care of itself
On your long journeys,
If you happen to help
Just one other,
That is enough

Am I gonna change the world?
I don't know,
But I'm giving it a whirl

Dewey Dirks

Sunday, November 1, 2015

Turning Your Way

Turning Your Way

If you stop for a while
All the striving and fixing
And scamming
And trying so hard
To get life to turn your way
And just look and listen
And touch what is around you
With your heart and soul
You will find
Life turning your way
And if you look into the past
Touching what is there
With your heart and soul
You will find
Life has long been
Turning your way

Dewey Dirks

Monday, October 26, 2015

Thank Life

Thank Life

This life we each breathe...
So much to see
feel and experience
in everyday life
that can be called
nothing besides miraculous
very small, large and in between

A wise man once said
there are only two ways
to look at life---
as though nothing
is a miracle
or as though
everything is a miracle

I've tried both,
and have to say
I seem to notice more of life
when I look for miracles

They say
if you are living your life
as you should,
you'll be swimming
in a sea of coincidence

From where do they all come?
Some say God puts them there
Some say we ourselves
put them there
simply by noticing....

So, I stand on brown earth
and green grass,
look up at stars each night
or the bright sun
and white clouds
of a winters day
and thank life....
that is my way

Dewey Dirks

Monday, October 19, 2015

Natural

Natural

Not knowing
what the future
might bring,
the cultures of Man
move naturally together
towards an unknown tomorrow
in an unspoken dance.
Our sounds are the same
as the sound of rain
in stormy darkness
pattering a natural song
all the night long.

Our market economies
and the governments
that support them
one day will outlive
their usefulness
---perhaps sooner than you think,
and fall by the wayside
going the way of
the feudal societies
that once ruled men.
Soon enough we all will stride
to the tune of a new day.

Rest easy friend,
our halting dances,
follow the Earth music
as all others do
on our blue and white sky marble
and the paths that
we men tumble and tussle along
trace the grand song of life
just as flocks of swallows
turn and twist in unison
on their long path south
flying to melodies
that have never been
set to paper.

Dewey Dirks

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

Something New

Something New

My late wife and I lived together
For over twenty years
It was a charmed romance
In many ways
When you know someone that long,
You've heard pretty much
Everything they have to say
About a dozen times over
But whenever Laino and I talked
There was an endless summer in her voice
And what she had to say
Just never got old to my ears

My time with her helped me learn
That every single day
Really is something that is fresh
And although you see and hear
The same sort of things over and over again
If your love for them is soul deep
Each passing day forever remains
Something new


Dewey Dirks

Thursday, October 8, 2015

Benefit of a Doubt

Benefit of a Doubt

Don't despair others their beliefs.
Everyone you ever meet
knows a thing or two
that is as wise
as the Earth Mother is old
just as everyone you ever meet
believes a few things
that are as screwy as a bent corkscrew.
To greet every day loaded for bear,
look for pieces of yourself in others
and pieces of them in yourself.
Meet all in life with the benefit of a doubt
and as much kindness as you can muster.

Dewey Dirks

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Mystic

Mystic

Normally we all believe
it is us who experience life,
and we each build
well lived lives
by accumulating scores
of memorable moments.
So, when you experience life
in some special way, you say,
For me, it's been
a memorable moment.”

But every once in great awhile,
you have an experience
where it seems that Nature herself
takes time out of her busy, busy day
to pay attention just to you.
When life experiences you in this way
it becomes something mystical.

When comes the day you realize
Nature is always
experiencing you in this way
just as you are experiencing her.
When comes the day
you find that both you and the world
are forever as young lovers,
meeting in a vast, vast sea
of happenstance and coincidence,
falling in love just now,
discovering each other,
over and over again, every day,
then you're a mystic.

Dewey Dirks

Friday, September 25, 2015

Good Company

Good Company

The universe we living in
Is not so much a thing
As it is a process---
An action in continuous motion

It is also not so much a thing
As it is a vast colony
Made of many trillions
Of symbiont creatures and things

And you are a reflection
Of that universe---
Not a thing,
But process in motion,
A symbiont colony made
Of a great many other things

When I first learned this
I thought, 'So what?
What difference does that make?'
But when I began to behave
Like I understood
That I was connected
To everything around me
And everything was connected to me
Things changed
I realized that I welcomed
The world and everything in it
And I began to see it welcomed me
Where before I was all alone
Now I am forever more
With good company


Dewey Dirks

Monday, September 14, 2015

A Lullaby in Your Name

A Lullaby in Your Name

Living in the busy kaleidoscope
Of moments and people
Moving all around you,
Drink of the wonders
Of ten-thousand things

Living in the gentle embrace
Of solitude,
All alone in the crowd,
Bathe in the blue water river
That flows quietly
Through all things
Just beyond the ends of time

Look! Listen!
Something beautiful there,
From beyond what any man knows,
Sings softly a lullaby
In your name

Dewey Dirks

Monday, September 7, 2015

Discover

Discover

The more aware
and at peace
a person is
with his own
inner nature,
the more he
is aware
and at peace
with the Universal Nature
because his inner nature
is itself a piece
of the natural world.
Look outward
and you discover
yourself.
Look inward
and you discover
the world.


Dewey Dirks

Thursday, September 3, 2015

Computer Talk

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Saturday, August 29, 2015

Once Climbed

Once Climbed

If you have ever been
To the desolate streets of crazy town
Or if your mate in life
Has ever passed through there
If you've ever known
The long and dark storms of shell shock
Or fought off a massive
Dirty, white crack gorilla on your back
If you've lost your soul mate
Or a tender, sweet child
To the drifting sands of time
You have been through
Some of the worst storms
That wander the Earth Mother
And if you look at where
There are the deepest scars
You'll see that out of them
A light softly now shines
There you'll find as much strength
As you'll ever be needing

My friend, you've been to where
The shit is piled up in drifts
Thirty feet high
Rest easy at most everything else
Life sends your way
They are but rolling hills
Compared to the ragged
And lonely, gray peaks
You've had the occasion
To once have climbed

Dewey Dirks

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Good Songs

Good Songs

They say
Life is a school
And we are here
To learn what our soul
Already knows

Though the eons
We each wander the days
Wondering why
Strive, strive, striving
Ever wondering why
Where we start today
Built from what we've discovered
In all the days before

Rest easy, my friend
And welcome each new morning
With open arms and an open heart
Our lifetimes are precious gems
That shine differently
Each time
We look at them in the light
The lives we each live
Are lilting songs
Do you not want to hear
A good song more than once?

Dewey Dirks

Monday, August 10, 2015

Glasses

Glasses

There are those who view
The world through
Rose colored glasses
Then there are those who view
The world through shit colored
Glasses as well
Just as everyone else,
Their expectations, assumptions,
Motivations and judgments
Forge the lens through which
They perceive all they see

Put down and set aside, my friend
Your assumptions, motivations, expectations
And judgments and you'll find yourself walking
Pretty much amazed all of the time
Under an endless sky
Neither pink, nor brown
But singing quietly
A deep and varied blue

Dewey Dirks

Friday, July 31, 2015

Sounds of Joy

Sounds of Joy

If pure and clear joy has any sounds
I think they are four;
The soft and welcome purr
Of your cat resting on your lap,
The contented voice of a tiny baby
As he says 'nom, nom, nom,'
The quiet talk of the breeze
High in the trees
Deep on a slow Wednesday night,
And the gentle whisper of “I love you'
After you heard her say it
Ten thousand times
And it's still true

Dewey Dirks

Sunday, July 26, 2015

Water Flower

Water Flower

There are bits
Of randomness and uncertainty
Built into you and I and all things
Creativity arises from the dance between
Those parts of us that are uncertain
And those parts of us
That seek to paint order

Bedtime stories
Like the one that says our Universe
Suddenly sprang into existence
Out of nothing in the middle of nowhere
In a giant bang for no good reason
Or the one that says
God and a bunch of his angels
Created the Universe in four days
Out of copious amounts mud,
A big ball of box string,
And some of those red doilies
That his wife uses in her hair
Are tales we tell each other
So we can pretend we actually know

Our creativity, the life we each breathe,
And our Universe itself, I think,
Are birthed as emergent behavior
---Recursive words of action
In the mysterious language of eternity
Born of Kodachrome fractals,
Kaleidoscopic randomness
And a distant, hidden, grand order

Each of our lives is much more a matter
Of the thoughts we think,
What we feel in our hearts,
And the joy, sadness, and laughter in our souls
Than it is anything of physical existence

And our world?
It is a water flower
Bloomed of sprouting seed
Sweet love, immense thunderstorms
And brilliant sunlight
In a quiet eddy of a deep blue pond
In a land vast beyond imagination
Full of happenings
That have nothing to do
With any of us

Dewey Dirks

Monday, July 20, 2015

Potential

Potential

When Nature gave
Humans the potential
to destroy the ecosystems
of the Earth,
it also gave us the capacity
to preserve them.
Which way is it to be, my friends?
The choice of what we do
with our intelligence and ingenuity
is up to us.

Dewey Dirks

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

First Time Home

First Time Home

Each morning
I sit at the kitchen table
And watch in silent amazement
As the city slowly shakes off its sleep
My soul
Is a clear, living, liquid crystal
It prisms the white sunlight
Washing the morning
Into rich, rainbow color waves
Across my minds eye

A blackbird flies by to perch
On the playground fence across the way
And for a little while, together we share
The coming day

Early morning light
Moves around us and through us,
Quietly painting
A new days silent love
Across desert stucco tan buildings,
Gently swaying green tree leaves,
And into the kaleidoscope sky
Like a fresh, rinsing bath
Its touch is softer than a whisper
And its taste is a hint
Of bees honey and ginger spice

I know the roads I've taken
Took a wide turn some time back
I didn't know where they were headed
But I really like what I can see and touch
And it's not like I ever really knew
Where I these roads would lead
When I started out so long ago
But I know now what they mean
When they say that you travel far
Until you finally return home
And see it for the first time

I remember mornings like these
Long, long ago---
Many times I watched them
Worlds away
Never knowing what I was seeing

Dewey Dirks

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

The Song

The Song

You can hear it in the morning
brewing in the coffee pot
As you sit at the kitchen table at dawn
Later in the day, when you're busy at work
You can hear it in the rustle of papers down at the copy machine
And though you're too involved think about it
Still, you dance along
You can hear it when your wife calls at noon
You say “I was just thinking of you”
And she says “I just thought I'd call”

You can see it in a dogs eye
And in the toes of a tiny kittens paw
You can feel it in the hand of a stranger
As he helps you up from sidewalk
After an icy night fall
Just as you can feel it in the smooth wooden handles
Of old, well worn tools

You can taste it in a freshly cooked cob of corn
Or in the water from a hose
Out in the yard down at the farm
It's the nothing
That makes everything whole
And the something that fills the cool air
Of empty beaches and elementary schoolyards
That makes you want to visit
On Sunday afternoons

Everything that lives, everything that is
Dances a grand dance
And sings a grand song
Living is music
And the secret in life
Is to listen for the melody
And then sing along

If ever you wondered at the gossip
Of a bushy brown squirrel
Or sat in the car with your girlfriend
Outside the airport for two hours one afternoon
Watching 737's take off
You've noticed for awhile
A few of the notes in life's long song
And felt the gentle rhythm
That nudges and twirls us all

You'll never know where you're going
Unless you can tell where you've been
To know where you are right now
You have to learn to appreciate
The things that are right in front of you

Dewey Dirks

Thursday, June 25, 2015

Open Windows

Open Windows

I sit sipping my coke
And the moments slowly
Swim by me and and through my mind
The waitress and bartender
Come by from time to time
As we talk idly, I smile outwardly
Because I really enjoy their conversation
And smile inwardly too because I can see
Their soul sparking in their eyes

I don't really know when the storm passed
But now I find myself in a new sort of storm
This one is much different than before---
It's made of a beauty and joy,
Anticipations and sweet innuendo,
Happenstance and coincidence,
Moving now slowly, now quickly
Past me and through me all around
Full of enigma and mystery
Sweet to taste and soft to touch
Now, when I look at someone
Sometimes I see their joy
Other times I see their pain
Reaching out to touch me
Through the open windows of their souls
I know that when we touch, it increases
The joy and softens the pain
And I know that it's really not the storm
That has changed so much as my eyes

Dewey Dirks

Friday, June 19, 2015

Two

Soar

One day, my friend
Perhaps much sooner
Than you think,
You will spread wide wings
That until that moment
You won't even know you have
And you will soar

D.D.


Empty and Full

Love is an eternal vessel
That is forever empty
Yet endlessly full
At the same time

There is no such thing
As having no love
Because it is
Gifted upon you
By virtue of living
Though sometimes
It remains hidden
By your own fear
And ignorance

Look deep, deep
To the emptiness inside
The breath of life
Fills it with love
Just now,
And all of the time

It is always empty
So it can forever
Accept the love
Given to you by others
And yet is always full
So you can
Eternally give
Your love away

Dewey Dirks

Saturday, June 13, 2015

A Little About Love

A Little About Love

There are a few things
You need to know about love---
It precedes pretty much everything else
And is the strongest force in the Universe
From where it comes, no one knows
It is a vessel that is
Empty and full at the same time
And if you begin to give it away
It can never be exhausted
It is gifted upon every creature that lives,
And it is with you always
If you are willing to look

The humans heart is big enough
To hold many different sorts of love
And it can keep the love
For many not just a few
Love can cross the deep valleys of death
And is so powerful
It can even overcome human stupidity
When you begin to understand all that,
Pretty much everything you do
Will be much easier

Dewey Dirks

Thursday, June 4, 2015

Listen To The Rolling Wind

Listen to the Rolling Wind

Rest easy your heavy brow
On a moonlit night
Listen to the rolling wind
Deep in the tall green trees
There together,
Your heart and the wind
And the trees long sing songs
Of the grand dances of life to you

On a moonlit night
Listen to the rolling wind
Deep in the tall green trees
There to be heard
Are tales of great hardship
And terrible strife
And of the overcoming of all of it
There to be heard are songs
Of grand voyages
On vast seas uncharted
Full of wonders unknown

Rest easy your heavy brow
On a moonlit night
Listen to the rolling wind
Deep in the tall green trees
There to be heard
Are songs of a great love
Long and deep and true

On a moonlit night
Listen to the rolling wind
Deep in the tall green trees
There you can find yourself,
Your love, and the Universe
Singing to you in the ginger breeze

Dewey Dirks

Thursday, May 28, 2015

Enigmatic

Enigmatic

A wise man once said
That the more real you get, the more unreal
The world gets, and I've found that to be true
One of the great mysteries of life
Is that while most of us pay attention
Only to the waking dream that surrounds us all
Looking endlessly for continuity
And a respite from change,
The life spark in each of us, that carries us each along
Is something intangible---
Forever still like a gentle painting
Of quiet summer afternoon
Yet always moving with a force from a timeless time

Common as the brown dirt beneath your feet
Yet mysterious and enigmatic
Far beyond any words you can find to use
Floating like dandelions seeds on a morning breeze
We all wander in the bosom of a life force
Far more intangible, mysterious and enigmatic than our own
The more you notice, the more you see
Much that is both beautiful and which cannot be explained
Wake up and look around you, my friend
Until life appears so complex
It becomes simple once again

Dewey Dirks

Sunday, May 24, 2015

Learn

Learn

You can learn from your mistakes
You can learn from your shortcomings
You can learn from your strengths
You can learn from what you do right
You can learn from the mistakes of others
You can learn from their shortcomings
You can learn from their strengths
You can learn from what they do right
You become the best of students
When you learn from life itself
And when you listen to your own advice

Dewey Dirks

Monday, May 18, 2015

Up For Guessing

Up For Guessing

Long ago I wrote that there are
Only a handful of things that a person
Can know with any great certainty
And I said the only absolute truth
A person can be sure of
Is that they're breathing

Now, fifty-five years down the line
I've seen things happen so terrible
That they reached
To the marrow of my bones,
I've seen things happen
So beautiful beyond
The conveyance of any words
That they imprinted
Their images into my soul
And I've rediscovered several times over
That both truths and reality itself
Are as malleable as the combined imaginations
Of seven billion human minds can make them

Fifty-five years on,
I've still only found a few absolute truths
---That I'm breathing
And that breath is a gift all by itself
Far beyond any human measure
And that the great rivers
Of love run as deep as the farthest reaches
Of all the stars at night
Everything else
Is pretty much up for guessing
And that is a very good thing, my friend,
Because within uncertainty
Are hidden freedom,
Hope, and the seeds of creativity


Dewey Dirks