“Careful when you go in them woods boy.
There’s bears.” “Will they kill me?” “They’ll eat you alive” “Should I run?” “No, that provokes ’em.” “Can they climb trees?” “Yep” “Can I shoot ’em?” “No guns.” “So, why are we doing this?” “It’ll be fun. You’ll see.”
Strength to strength
Mountain crumbles slowly Holding fast Against the torrents Of one-thousand millennium Brother had lost all confidence So many summers ago Splitting off In a rage so violent The chasm too wide to traverse All life rushes headlong Into their abyss Revealing the turbulence Of a long held grudge Chained to the wrist Of its keeper The other hand Clenched too tight With keys of redemption I have no idea where this came from….but I do know that there are some things that will twist my life unless I remove their power and just set them free.
Summer was squarely bumped
Unusual here in the southland She was marked cool and wet And in complete dark, freezing It was a good month With cloud and shadow Displays of light and color
Here in this place of respite
Inspiration moves the hands Daydreams control the mind
A few photos from November’s meditations. Includes a simple dark adagio.
Older than many I am.
So Cal man. When I was ten years old I wrote a poem about a “windy day”. My teacher was impressed. She was so beautiful. So I wrote an entire book of poems. Mostly about rain and butterflies and such. We never did marry. Thought about that today. It’s raining outside. And California kids celebrate. We walk right into it and just get wet. Thirty-something’s make snarky remarks When the old man steps into the falling clouds. Does he have no reasoning? Pretty good chance I don’t. Care much about reason. When a bit of wet. Can make me ten again. ’67 was a pretty good year
Standing on the jetty
Getaway boat out of reach Tried to walk on water Again Still not sure how That works Storm clouds chuckle At the sinking fool Tried to breathe under water Again Still not sure how That works Anchovies float the body Back onto the jetty Sea lions devour them Teeth tearing, ripping Thank you Sinking scales Remnants of best efforts Just give me Some time I’ll get this right Just give me Some time