There’s Bears

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“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.”

Of Mountains and Islands

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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.







November’s Ambiance

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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.

A Little Rain Must Fall

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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