“now you see it”
we walk a fine line
between chaos and order
unaware - surprised
when certainty crumbles - to
reveal new realities
“in the blink of an eye”
quiet
today i am still
in a sphere of sound - listen
to the ebb and flow
a world of freedom opens
it has been there - where was i?
the wild mare
"the wild mare"
my mind
a wild mare roaming untamed from
future to past
stopping for scant seconds in the now
only to do it all over again - at a fast gallop
Whoa! i call to her, let's slow down.
what shall i call you?
what shall i call you?
you wondrous shapeshifter
as you move
through the seasons of your life
what shall i call you?
as you compose
the chapters of your story
from life’s many hued experiences
what shall i call you?
you - who are condensed stardust
you - who are consciousness wed to human form
you - who are in constant flux
you - who are kin to me
you - who are unique
yet colorless at core
what shall i call you?
to remind us both
of your noble birth
voices
springtime
brings a chorus of new voices
as we orbit and navigate space
never before encountered
it is the season of birth
and rebirth
passing through
the Veils of Coming and Constant Change
on our Celestial Blue Mother
brilliant
eternal
sparks
seek experience
adding their voices into the Great Theater
cheers to the fools
"the gap"
the gap between what is
and what we wish life to be
can be a long, hard slog
or the joyful journey of a fool
. . . gobs of egos are just rather repelled by the idea of seeming foolish
"certainty"
preferring well worn grooves of certainty,
unquestioned traditions and their set of opinions
to asking:
“what can make life more wonderful for you and me?”
which makes for a fine start towards happiness and freedom
cheers to the fools that try!
favorite ponder
"between dawn"
"and dusk"
between dawn and dusk
we fill the day with our stories
depending on personal style
we tell stories of comedy and tragedy, drama and fantasy
flavoring our internal and external landscape
language is our superpower
we create worlds of heroes and villains,
soulmates, sidekicks and extras
including and omitting
focusing and highlighting details
adding weight in the retelling
no matter how genuine the narrative
the angle is never wide enough to encompass the whole story
my current favorite ponder:
What would you be without your story?
What remains?
loved
a slow, timelessness
boundless knowing
accepted by the universe
welcomed by nature
the air, the water, the earth beneath my feet
all give of themselves generously
included
sustained
loved
what is the language of love
that requites in kind?
each answers uniquely
in the living of life
into the woods
by early november the rains have arrived, and with them once again mushrooms bloom in the forest
entering the woods
walking in beauty
encountering the lives of the fungi
graceful and communal
unexpected and wonderous
causing pause and enchantment
vibrant potency
slower speeds
bursting forth
a life, a story, drama or comedy, unfolding
bold and purposeful
what consciousness resides here?
this too is life, this too is part of the Great Mystery
autumn transformations
summer's softness has given way
to fractal pods and husks
now wind and water carry seeds to uncertain destinations
change is so natural
and yet, there can be such fear
imagining and facing the unknown
in this time of falling leaves
i remind myself to practice
letting go
letting go
letting go
of mindsets that prevent peace
transforming harshness into kinder states of being
clouds remembering . . .
This week i found myself pondering the constant, shapeshifting change that surrounds us. The cycles of birth and rebirth. It lead me to imagine - a conversation amongst clouds, each recalling an incarnation . . .
. . . do you remember what it was like the last time you touched the earth?
i reflected the light of sun and stars as a still pond
from ground to leaves i surged through the veins of trees
i merged into the rolling, rollicking waves of an ocean
on grass i gathered in a thousand dewdrops
capping the poles, frozen i remained a while
tongues touched me as i quenched their thirst
as a small brook, jumping over rocks i sang
from cavernous aquifers i emerged
once more to rejoin a river in the sky
We all are gatherers of experience in the living, unified web.
low tide
a late summers day at low tide on the Columbia
wading through shallow, warm water
from sandbar to sandbar
barefoot beachcombing
on shores of temporary islands
the joy of ambling
through a pathless terrain
on legs that still hold strength
reunited to childhood joys
infinite shapes on land and water
tracks and treasures tell their stories
kindling the imagination . . .
playing till the light fades
and turns the waters golden
what a full, good day!
color in the water
liquid, motion, light, salmon
come together in endless permutations
of generous beauty
an ancient migration story
salmon returning home
to spawn in cool, clear streams
color in the water
calling seal, bear, eagle, man
to follow, feeding all
under the September moon
the water glows
with the spirit of salmon
local phenomena
At this time of year the Vaux's swifts gather in Portland, Oregon. They arrive in the evening, thousands of whirling wings fill the sky in dizzying swirling motion. Then, shortly after sunset, an unseen signal and they tumble downward into a chimney to roost for the night. What had seemed to be chaos turns into funneled harmony. In awe I watch a behavior that follows its own language, speeds and spacial awareness.
Soon they will migrate south, another journey taking place way above my head.
