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author’s note:

At a time of many disasters, I’m working not to become a disaster myself.


Though I don’t pray religiously…

sometimes, I do
lower my knees
then lower my head
and join right palm to left

because this pause
and position
somehow quiets thought
and in the quiet
I rediscover
the wordless wisdom
of what seems to be
a god within

but in this rediscovery
I realize the chasm
between how I usually act
and what I truly am

but in my shame
I regain the purity of humility

and a sense of hope—
knowing again the deeper truth
about myself.

© 2017, Michael R. Patton
myth steps blog


step aside - May 14, 2015s

author’s note:

I considered throwing this poem away.  But then I remembered a quote from John Cleland, author of Fanny Hill:

“Truth!  Stark naked truth!”


That librarian
kneeling on the floor
in the bookshelf aisle
with his back to me
appeared to be
just one more of many
frustrating obstacles
in my way—

another block between
where I am
and where I want to be.

Worse yet,
like so many other
silent combatants I have faced
he seemed to be trying
to assert himself
by ignoring my presence.

So at that moment, I felt justified
in giving him a kick—
nothing horribly abusive—
just a tap on his shoe heel:

yes, I’d reverse the game on him
and thus, score a win.

But as soon as
I touched his foot
I felt my mistake
and rushed to say
“I’m terribly sorry”
over his sincere
“oh excuse me”.

Afterwards, to relieve my guilt
I kicked myself…I kicked myself

until I realized the obvious:

such attacks defeat me
without solving the conflict.

As I relate this foolish story
I’m humbled once again

but not discouraged

since we grow through humility
I must be making much progress
toward my dream of peace.

© 2015, Michael R. Patton
dream steps: the blog

somehow holds 291h - March 22, 2015s

author’s note:

A companion poem to the last one posted…


Though we tried tried tried
we failed to destroy our life

but only after reaching
the depths of weakness
did we realize our strength:

shattered, stunned, stumbling
we realized we had endured
the worst in ourselves—

we realized
that if we had the power
to devastate cities, forests, and fields
and exhaust the abundant oceans
then we also held the power
to heal the wounded circle.

Having lived through hell
we now had the courage
to look into the mirror

and the humility
to accept what we found…

© 2015, Michael R. Patton
Soultime: novel of a hard start

author’s note:

Dedicated to two of my former teachers: Freddie, the street cat, and Simone, the three-legged cat.


One theory has it:
we try so hard to please cats
because cats are so hard
to please

just as gods can be…

So perhaps, we choose a cat
when we lack any better god.

But why do I need either master?—

serving this capricious life
humbles me enough…

© 2012, Michael R. Patton
dreaming steps

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