Pebbling - Comfy Chairs - Sylmar

i
here
green

i am here amidst the green trees and grass - high tide has come and gone while i watched - the rhythm of the earth is smooth and easy. it is gentle in all it’s way - i am at peace here - sitting - planted in this place - unlike the trees i am able to rise and walk - at will - my will - when will i arise - where will i walk - who will i see - i may pass by places and people and not see them because i choose not to see them - who will i choose to see? what places - what things in those places i walk will i choose to see - what will i miss because of the choices i make - what have i missed in days before? who can tell? they are passed as water passes under the bridge and is gone - the wooden bridge sure and strong under my feet - held fast to the rocky shore on each side - i am safe - (sage) tippie-toed arms held together on the sides - head and chest over the side - peering into the water as it rushes over-under-around the rocks, pebbles, algae, plants, tadpoles and reeds. Frogs perched atop the larger rocks - hidden as their backs look the same as the rocks upon which they sit - watching the reeds sway in the breeze - the sun warming their backs and the rock - the heats drifts up from the rock, whifts from their backs - they croak - loud and long - they call - to whom - to the sun - the trees - insects - bidding them come closer - “i will not eat thee - I only want to get a better look at your beautiful wings” the insect - -the fly is wary of the frog’s satin words - yet he listens - his mistake - first in a line of mistakes that will bring him to his end - and end that will ensure the life of the frog - filling his belly even if only for a minute - warming his belly - providing life - he croaks again - another fly listens - finally the frog is satisfied - his belly full - enough for today -he croaks and springs from his rock to the safety of the cool shaded mud den - the banks of the river are home to many creatures - flys, frogs, mosquitos for a start - they live and die in this little world - creating more flys, frogs, mosquitos each in their time - some born to be food for another - the food chain we humans call it - i wonder what they call it? do they have things like we call words? things or a way they communicate - do they have hopes, dreams, loves, hates - or are we the only creatures blessed and cursed with this ability? do they know they are blessed? do we know we are blessed? too often we use this gift to hinder - to hurt - to destroy - language - such a blessing - such a wonder - such a power - for good - in equal proportion for ill - we are blessed double in being free to turn the ill to good - to health - to life - to life from death - that is our power - the power to choose - once the choice is made we are subject to it - if it turns badly we can turn it to a good - maybe not the good that we would have had if we had made a different choice but a good that could perhaps only have come from the ill having been done. all of this from i, here, green” - a few minutes and life has been lived and grown.

Pebble - 9-21-09

pilgrimage slept with guilt where the good was getting to him.
a hand to heart running cried out with.
the head on the ground bleeding by the road that took them

their three brothers ones name was man with power
deliver it to him by thieves in
with that he lay last fearing for himself the city cold

to sell to say the rest from that cunning of his work
that comfort that to him told all
use it all indeed anything by him little dismayed

bring him an odd thief keeping himself alive to beg
many hungry ways hope at the gate
had neither good nor power they missed the story

it is not a wonder, it is a wonder why
but it must needs be, he used it as he should
that he made but little use of it at all

longs for the bridegroom

a pebbling pebble: there are however thoughts and intents that are beyond words - we march round, we charge, we tread gently, we plead .. but no words - there are no echoes - in this place there is only emptiness - the emptiness that longs for the bridegroom - he only may enter.

reasons to: get up early

knowing someone is looking forward to seeing you at the gym

just wondering

why do we call the sun going down "sunset"?
is it like setting a table?
or jelly or a pudding setting?

i get "sundown" or
how about "sundropping"
but "sunset" ? ...

someone will enlighten me ...

today was like this

some dreams shock you awake - casting your awareness forcibly into the elements with no regard as to whether it is a new day yet or not - you are shaken and held captive in mind and body until both can either grasp the meaning(s) or they are driven back into the darkness from where they came

some dreams knock persistently until your awareness shifts and you are awake - whether new day or not it is either time to leave slumber's bliss or your sleep needs a moment of consciousness to reset to another position - you cast about to know and either rise or return to slumber's bliss

some dreams gently coax you awake - knowing a day dawns and that in the majesty of new life as the sun rises not a minute is to be missed - thanks comes to your lips, you rise and do what your hands find to do with the strength you have been given

then there are those days where each of these kinds of dreams are active - not one will give way to another - they all three put their hands on your breath and awake you are - slumber's bliss drops away and your mind reals as your minds finds itself - these days need to be lived with special attention - today was like this

smiling changes things

when sadness is dressed
ready to take the stage

audience has arrived
expectation fills the air

remember that smile waits
patiently in the wings

shepherd's crook in hand
pull sadness off to stage left

bid smile take center stage
revealing a changed heart

audience confused and bemused
at first but soon joins in

the laughter and the joy
fill hearts for days to come

paul simon can you help here?

they say women talk a lot!
sheesh !!!
we do - yes that it true
actually yes, i do - true too
however ...

have you ever noticed
that some men can talk you sick too?
this especially ... ugh! no words to describe
with women - they are easy to distract or ignore
but a man ... they won't be distracted ...
ignore them? ... not a chance!
man how do you get away ... truly ...
there must be 40 ways to leave a talker ...

paul simon can you help here?

note to self: 7-6-09

when at the coffee shop ...
leave before the guy who wants to tell you his life story gets started

truth

spoken of token love
who from sin be
shall his robes come
of truth to youth
receive grace and see
spoken of the joys

words from the hearts

what is spoken in words, what truth or lie lay within is heard in the echo that escapes from ones heart through the eyes. I would that love and truth be in every line - from every heart ...

there are however thoughts and intents that are beyond words - we march round, we charge, we tread gently, we plead .. but no words - there are no echoes - in this place there is only emptiness - the emptiness that longs for the bridegroom - he only may enter - to fill it with the sound of the words from his heart.

Trade

Trade one question for another simply a different ride …

Questions for Answers needed an answer question was the answer no question w/o an answer except for those answers that are questions Round and round choose which horse to mount enjoy the ride horses up and down forward and backward horses stationary which to ride on this merry-go-round there are choices on this ride choose – any – no matter on the ride – go no place some rides more enjoyable active others not any sit back and relax or choose another ride …

recipies

recipies begin with a goal stated
often visualized in a picture
then move through the details
onto the 'how-to'
resulting in "voila" !!
the goal realized to be shared and enjoyed!

a lot like a successful "project"

quietness

it is quiet - i am glad for in the quietness - one can hear the whispers that rise from the stillness as it stirs within

evening muse

it is quiet - i am glad for in the quietness - one can hear the whispers that rise from the stillness as it stirs within

the eb, the flow, the touch

Hope is Love’s nearest companion
All things are within its gaze
Knows the truth and believes
No need for a puppeteer
Your heart is held with care
Ransomed by the highest

Hearts seek the rhythm
The ebb, the flow, the touch
Known before there were words

Hope takes Faith’s hand
Strengthens it to stand
By Love’s side
All is open to this
The three-fold-cord
The way out of the pit

Hearts seek the rhythm
The ebb, the flow, the touch
Known before there were words

Faith teaches the Heart to see
Love that is pure needs time
Secrets it away within to wind
Its way through the darkness
Tilling the ground bringing
Its fruits in their seasons

Hearts seek the rhythm
The ebb, the flow, the touch
Known before there were words

Notes ...

The cord that was woven these two became one

Cord round the waist of the garment
Down to the border hem of his garment

Lifting the curtain to new age

she knew

felt round

for them both

For You

You?
You
eyes to see
What for?

inside
Filled
Open door
Chosen
for You?

life
What for?
explained
What for

man born
his eyes lie.
delivered
done
for You?

You’re all
What for?
me to live.
for You

I know
I care
tell it
I did it
for You

peace and quiet

peace and quiet ... they are close, really close - stop slowly and leave hurry to fall into the ground where you stand, listen gently and turn in the direction your heart takes you, look softly and your eyes will show, you will know and they will never hide from you again ... God Bless you (and He will)

ranting vent ... spam

re spam: too bad it's automatic - there was some solace in thinking that while i am in sweet slumber dreaming of gentle waters and warm sunny breezy days with pink lemonade writing witty and profound text - they, greasy slouthful slow-bellied creatans, were pounding away blood-shot-bleary-eyed under intense florescent lights into the wee hours of the morning kept awake by eating stale pizza, soda, doughnuts and coffee and their efforts measured by the dull thud of their numb swollen digits as they descend on ever an ever shrinking keyboard ... i'm ok now - the pen has done it's work - to my dreams i go - will now bring them into today and give them life :) :) :)

a walk with a walk - continued

Matching yesterday’s stride on the path
We walk together between storm and calm

Echoes caught on the breath of the breeze
I seek the memory of his love and for its direction

a walk with a walk - beginning

I walk as once we walked
along by the river tumbling over carelessly tossed stones

Alone now then side by side
holding hearts in hand shadows growing longer in unison before us

psalm 145

all things thine hand
do live does satisfy
in season that lives
to relieve great liberality

his ways is just
each one and holy
he is near all that do
in truth and call

God will desire fulfill
serve and fear him serve
he will regard and hear
be near the time

writing in Florence

savoy to my left, archway to my right
piazza before me, people linger along
birds spy crumbs as they drop
they snap them up in their beaks
before they touch the ground
all the crumbs this pastry gives away
that miss my lips
i would be scolded for making such a mess -
O' to have had such birds around
when i was a kid come to think of it
my kids might wish the same!

how can one feel
so much
at home
yet so
uncomfortable
so
out-of-place
at the same time

writer's block in Florence

ummmmm,
....
hmmm
... ...
twiddle pen
scratch head
people watch
...
welllll ...
clucking noises
wheezing
breathe out
...
pen to paper
words stream
silly nonsensical
write
continue

funny system - got my coffee and snack - they
gave me a ticket #27 on a pink square
then told me to give it to the waiter outside
- no waiter - ... couple at next table left
leaving some kind of food on their plate - birds
some of them descended upon the table - brought
waiter quickly :) where did he go?
hope to get my food soon