Starry Nights - Mag 234

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Starry Night by Alex Ruiz

Artist, in field 

stood, as if affixed.

About to devote, yield

himself to posterity. 

So alone, he mused...

Forever it seemed, I

lived in reality

only to at last "see"--

and this night--

faced the Universe...

Truth 

Great circles of reality

lived always nowhere else...

but within my soul, my self. 

While I'd been looking out,

yes, apart, away from--

Now I am a part OF 

all which ever created.

This scene I MUST show

to my brother Theo,

(named for "God" Who lives.)

("But HOW?"

 "Paint, man! PAINT!")

In manner described as Starry Night--

He oil-spread circularity Eternity,

ALL being such colorful ONE.

Beauty Unbelievable

for you and me akin

for truth within.

--steveroni 

SPECIAL ANNIVERSARY JULY 2015

NOTE: The following are my thoughts and writing, pure 

and simple.  IN NO WAY do I speak or pretend to speak 

for the fellowship of Alcoholics Anonymous.  Steve E.

ATLANTA, GEORGIA

Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday

July 2, 3, 4, 5, 2015

"Why do night-lights 
shining like stars?
Maybe...'cause they are!"
--fiddlemn

June 10, 1935, a man named Bill waited for the other--his host--to return from a long day away.  

It was hot.  

Hoped Dr Bob's return wouldn't become a drunken scene.  

It did not.  

Earlier that morning in Akron Ohio, Dr Bob had his last final drink of alcohol, then went around town taking care of business.  

As time--and years--passed, this began to be recognized as the birthday of Alcoholics Anonymous.  So, we now "see" two men who--not long before, were helpless, hopeless alcoholics-- found that by helping each other, they could stay sober.  One thing true then...and true today, the only way they could live productive and happy lives, was to help another--others--by giving away the gift they'd received

They sought alcoholics ("Alkies") who had an honest desire to stay sober.  More years, amazing growth, a God-Spirit-inspired book (Alcoholics Anonymous) brought me (and you readers) here--now.

God willing, in July 2015, approximately 80,000 people will descend on Atlanta, Georgia from all the world.  AA is found in 170 of the nearly 200 independent countries around the globe.  On the final day, between 100-150 of those countries will be honored and represented by recovering alcoholics, carrying the flag of their homeland.  All across the stage they will proudly stand --and I will be there to take a selfie, with THAT background!! HA!

It'll BE Alcoholics Anonymous 80th Anniversary celebration! 
PEACE and LIGHT...and LOVE, all my friends.
Steve E

FRIENDS

 Don D and Steve E with 

first Motor Scooter 1949

Photo by Norma (Mother!)

God sends me friends,

unseparated Parts of Himself

to share, to care,

(and I was told)

to be aware.

Human nuggets, pure gold,

not for shelf-keeping,

dusting, burnishing

now, then, and when...

Precious souls!

Friends, God's bestowal,

carefully held in my heart

cherished, loved,

more, more, and more.

...as slowly older I grow

--steveroni

August 2014

FLY BIRD

Photo 

FLY BIRD

Fly little bird,

Fly with the wind.

(Quoted) "if you don't,

you have sinned."

Wind is the law

And the law is just...

So...as winds blow

Must you also go?

Fly on silver wing,

and one fine day in

powder-blue sky, 

when other you meet, 

together you'll sing! 

Fly sweet birds, where

Winds have not chose--

Then as you oppose,

Have you surely sinned?

INTO the wind, YES! 

Fly if you must

Because you truly,

Completely trust...

At last overcome by

Wonderful wonders of love.

Cavort on the beaches,

But one time gaze above

At white dove.

Which will be...

Me

--steveroni

rev. 8/9/2014

NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH

LET THERE BE PEACE

THE 'HOOD

In unison steps 

and rhythmical stride

Morning, noon, and night, 

small armies of six or eight, 

washed shirts starched--

marching

I shudder, thinking

the awesome power--

spirituality emanating

seamlessly, seemingly

from several clusters

of little soldiers 

stepping in cadence

over heated pavements

..2..3..4..HUT!

Each few along the way

a parasoled officer leads,

perspiring in heat on concrete...

onward to grandmother's house,

where no enemy waits to meet.

Pushing, pulling 

wagons, baskets, buggies.

Groups of little ones

follow in filed rank, 

those taller. 

At head of all,

a "general" carries 

"wounded" young vet.

...and of that general?

why, it's none other than

she, who they all call "Mother!"

NOTE:  People who have moved here from other countries 

astonish me with their loyalty, devotion, togetherness

and friendliness. Whole extended families tread the

 sidewalks mornings and evenings and smile happily.

--steveroni