What a bleak, flat header. Sounds like staring at concrete walls, gutters and the plumbing elements at the back end of a building.
It is a cold morning. The temperature dropped overnight by about 30 degrees..it is about 46 degrees outside..unusual for Texas in October. Looking out through the window of course you would never know.
10/24/2009
10/23/2009
10/20/2009
The beach
Ripples in the sand
Memory of the wave that kissed the shore
In the misty morning when the world slept
Little red crabs scurried off
Eddies, swirls and rockpools
Bits of mica glinting in the sun
Laughing, twinkling sand
Memory of the wave that kissed the shore
In the misty morning when the world slept
Little red crabs scurried off
Eddies, swirls and rockpools
Bits of mica glinting in the sun
Laughing, twinkling sand
10/19/2009
Rhythm
Day in, day out
Tide in, tide out
Dust to dust
Sand to sand
Rarely, a blinding flash of azure sky.
Weekday, weekend
Pre ms, post ms
Never a good time, is it?
Look in, look out
Stand in, stand out, stand by.
Tide in, tide out
Dust to dust
Sand to sand
Rarely, a blinding flash of azure sky.
Weekday, weekend
Pre ms, post ms
Never a good time, is it?
Look in, look out
Stand in, stand out, stand by.
10/17/2009
Evanescence
Nothing matters, really. We are inclined to take ourselves far too seriously. Not homes, jobs, cars, money, prestige, pelf...irrelevant in the cosmic scheme of things. When I think of the Universe around me, I shrink to an atom, miniscule, insignificant to the insignificant. It makes cipher of my troubles and puts my life in perspective. When I think of the Universe within me, I realize I am not even me..I am part of the Infinite and my name is Love..nothing else matters, nothing at all.
I am here today, I will be ocean sand tomorrow..maybe a child will build a sandcastle with little particles of me. I will glint in the sun as mica, I will be pulled out by a loving wave- strong as a lover..I will drown in bliss.
I am here today, I will be ocean sand tomorrow..maybe a child will build a sandcastle with little particles of me. I will glint in the sun as mica, I will be pulled out by a loving wave- strong as a lover..I will drown in bliss.
10/14/2009
On Beauty
Have you ever been wounded by beauty? Have you seen, smelt, heard and felt so deeply that the memory of it branded your soul, seared your substance and made your heart burst with love and joy? It does not take much. For me, all I need to do is look at my child's snub nose and my heart contracts.
A dewdrop perched on the tip of a leaf, waiting to dive onto Demeter. Anthers, petals, sepals, scent..sun kissed. Open my eyes wider, inhale deeper and savor the touch of rose petals on my cheek.
A dewdrop perched on the tip of a leaf, waiting to dive onto Demeter. Anthers, petals, sepals, scent..sun kissed. Open my eyes wider, inhale deeper and savor the touch of rose petals on my cheek.
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