Heightened Brain Feathers
soft friend
I find you now
I find my end
in my blood-shot hand
in my fragile frame
I seek to stand
I write your name
with my stick in the sand
in the oncoming tide
my footprints are gone
pulled deep inside
the life that I see
Is the fruit on the tree
the bank has a branch
but the money is me
deep root of my heart
deep jewel on this ring
this marriage forever
this song
I will never
be able
to sing
The Joy of Mud
Summer is Earth on your Hands and Clay on your Feet.
There is a Gentle River that calls, making the journey sweet.
There’s something about connecting to the Planet we stand on; to the earth that yields our food, to the elements that make up the bread and bones of our physical existence.
The world we live in has become a maze of blinking lights and beeping appliances, taking us on a journey farther and farther away from our source, our origins, our internal drum-beat.
We amaze ourselves – again and again – by the return to Simple Roots, the immersion and re-immersion in the Sound of Us, the Place We Sprang From, the Fountain of Familiar Song that echoes deep in our own caverns.
Read MoreTHE DANGLING LINES OF TIME
change you will
your underwear, your oil, your car, your wife, your children,
your underarm deodorant, your overalls,
your designation, your birthmarks, your will & estate,
your long-range goals, your hard-boiled eggs,
your nails and soup, your rusty soles,
your dusty shoes, your trusty dog,
your 9-life cat, your coat and hat,
your car & rails and suit and tails
Perky The Pidgeon
I chose parenting later in life.
My first-born is a pidgeon. He resides on my balcony.
He actually has 2 ‘real’ parents, but they don’t spend much time here anymore. Perhaps – given that the tedious days of egg-sitting are over – they’ve gone south to Vegas to party and forget for a while.
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