How I Chose

How I Chose

There are many occasions
where I find myself being asked
how I decide decisions;
my process preceding conclusions.

I find that my responses
are somewhat irrelevant.
Logic or emotion led
and I followed.

But the unseen process, the instinctive reality
with premeditated choices
having no home, this subconscious response
I find more intriguing.

It’s not the “I love you”,
but the pause before the first time it’s uttered.
It’s not the sobbing,
but the cold air on the single tear that wasn’t noticed.

And so people ask me
how I decide decisions,
And I describe to these wonderers
my introspective considerations.

It’s both the known and the unknown,
both the logical and the instinctive
that guide all aspects of my life
and always dictate how I chose.

by Josh Glasson

title by MaryJo Kolze

Guest Post: Grandma Explained to Me

I went to India in 1966. There was a particular presence that lay beneath everything I experienced in the villages and in the cities such as New Delhi and Varanasi. It was not something that was spoken about very much. This was the awareness that each individual person regardless of station in life was an immortal spiritual being who had lived before and would live again. It was not a viewpoint that was pushed. It was just the way it was. Somehow I could feel this. It was a presence in the tiny village in the state of Madhya Pradesh I would visit. It was palpable in Benares, a city on the sacred Ganges River where people would go to die. At night you could see fires burning beside the river. These were the burning ghats (Ghat in Hindi means bank as in river bank). This was the sacred burning of the body on the shores of the Ganges.
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The city of Varanasi
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This presence and awareness was not morbid at all. On the contrary it appeared to create a peace in the people that permeated the environment. Even though there was upset in the country and pervasive poverty, this reality created a calmness that could be intensely perceived. Somehow, this awareness entered into me and became part of my viewpoint of life. Here is a poem that was inspired from this time. 
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GRANDMA EXPLAINED TO ME
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“You are a spirit, child”.
(she explained in simple grandma words,
Accentuated by ancient grandma hands,
Illuminated by the great light
That shone from her grandma eyes.)
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“After this body is burned
I will come to visit you.
I will look in on you
To make sure you are ok,
To make sure you are fed,
To make sure you are appropriately
Cared for and loved.
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I will visit you.
You will know it is me.
The same grandma
Who speaks to you now,
Will be the grandma who visits you then.
The only difference will be
That this withered frame
Will not be with me.”
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This is how she explained it to me.
“this withered frame will
Have been long since burned
It’s ashes placed in an earthen urn.”
It was with grandma,
Between the layers of her labor
These lessons we learned.
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Louis Alan Swartz is the author of Constructed of Magic and Other Poems on the Immortality of the Human Spirit. He has dedicated his life to helping others find their ability as immortal spiritual beings. He has traveled extensively in Africa, India, Europe, and the Middle East. He lives in Los Angeles with Connie, his wife of twenty-eight years. 
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Book Review: The Writings of Ron Baratono

25255460Title: The Writings of Ron Baratono

Author: Ron Baratono

Genre: Poetry, Religious

Publication Date: March 30, 2015

About the Book

The Writings of Ron Baratono is a collection of powerful inspirational poetry, insightful prayers, and personal quotes. With subjects that point to the grace of God, life’s challenges, and the different situations we experience each day. It will help guide you on a reflective journey as you deal with your own life issues. Ron’s hope is his writings enhance your life and strengthen your faith in God.

My Review

I received a free copy of this book for an honest review.

The Writings of Ron Baratono is mostly poetry but it starts with a personal short story that will tug at your heart strings.

I’m not a fan of the type of poetry that you have to analyze. I like poems I can read once and fully comprehend, and maybe come back the them again and again. Those are the type of poems Ron Baratono writes so I enjoyed this book.

I had a feeling that i would like The Writings of Ron Baratono before I even received it because, as the author pointed out, I already had two of his poems, “Golden Dreams” and “Her Broken Heart,” posted on my site. 

At the end of the book are quotes and prayers by the author. My favorite quote: “Love your haters; they’re the ones who are really paying attention to you.”

The Writings of Ron Baratono is a book full of inspiration that I plan on keeping and going back to again and again.