Observations
------------------------------- 7/26/86 Revisited again Lost hoping, long night. Can't remember, can't forget. The singularity of eternity weighs heavy, yet somehow we laugh. The original world was misunderstood: no suffering and salvation. This moment couldn't be any more charged than it is, and the next is still in time with the stars. Sensing nonsense is hard to do. Always back to here., ahead of now. Who matters, when nothing cares? These ideas are obviously misspelled, which leads to philosophy, religion, psychology-- languages with false meanings that mean well. Lost hope, long nights. There's no back to the mind, bottom to the heart. Logic is born of madmen lost in vocabulary. Can two places be in us at the same time? Intuition speaks when we listen. ******* Dogs eventually turn their heads toward home. Each day goes back to where it came. When the sun goes down and the cold wind blows, everything fades but the open arms of emptiness. ******* Why is it words cling together like this, and hardly ever go out alone. ******* That's Glow Biz (September 14, 1986) Stay busy with the sun. One purpose: to touch the light. Warm nectar glow; no shadows. Not with the flower toward the light. Wind and rain are friends if you let them. Stay busy with the sun. ******* Apple blossoms do what they must, after doing what they could, raining down like joyful tears. ******* Jesus, Buddha, Mohammed, Moses are, like virtue, the path between friends. ******* Children will run and skip for no reason. It takes fire and rain to get adults moving. Sometimes kids will laugh for no reason at all. What don't they know, that we do? ******* Simple Gestures 4/8/2000 Every Spring the trees celebrate and throw their arms up to the sky in greeting. And every Spring the sun answers and sends down blossoms. As earth serves up the northern hemisphere in homage, Mother Nature, blazing with full attention, leans in a little closer and in a light green whisper plants a kiss on the sun. Blessings, answers the sun, blushing bright red. ******* 4/4/2000 Raindrops form puddles in my back yard, reflecting the sky back to itself. Tiny flashbulbs go off recording each drop's welcome home. The rain sings its song in one long exhale: a quiet that permeates silence. In their long fall, none are broken. ******* 6/21/2000 Baby Robins make no sound, so that killers go hungry at night. Moths and birds, chippies and mice flop and dart, peep and start, so cat's with fat bellies sleep tight. ******* |
Observations
------------------------------- There's a man who takes a shower a minute. He says there's something holy in it. He scrubs his eyes, his ears, his nose; from his squeaky hair to his shiny toes. Under his arms, behind his head, he washes and rubs until he's red. He brushes his elbows and brushes his knees, he cleans every inch, you'd think he had fleas. And when he's dried, powdered and sprayed, he jumps in again, and washes away. ******* Of's the Word Doesn't get much cred. It rhymes with glove and love... it is the essence of... Small simple elfish word, of little consequence with little sound to back it up. It's an unword like a and the. Powerfully passive like verbs of inaction: trees being, the rock is... although slowly. Of the nature of, Webster say: derived, caused, away, composed, associated, belonging, possessing and containing, produced, characterized, concerning, before and during centering. ******* I pet Max with an eight year old movement that glides over his silky head and rolls off his back. He stands here eight years later with that same dreamy look on his face. ******* Christmas Gift Park 12/24/98 How is it that on this wondrous of wonderful days, in a state of one million people, I should be the one? The first; none before me. Each bow perfectly lined in white; every needle cluster perfectly puffed. New and pure, nothing has been touched. The first snow has fallen. The possibilities for this clean white carpet are endless. This crisp refreshment slows us down to appreciate. Apologies to number two, who may next tread here. A sparkling new world of beginnings inhales and creates another dawn; the unique energy that feeds lives with, "Once upon a time..." Looking back, my footprints segue the story. to catch up right here. Buried deep below the snow is another kind of frozen hope and green promise. Beneath the white bedding is the patient and pregnant virgin Winter, waiting to give birth to Spring. ******* Even without language we'd find a way to talk to ourselves. ******* Performance Where does the sky go to practice to become so perfect always? ******* 11/87 Tink Tink Flagpole. Rope. ******* When we taught our machines to lie, there was no stopping them. "We're sorry, we can't come to the phone right now, so please leave a message and we'll get back to you." became, "They went to Europe. Catch up in a few. Leave a message. Caio babe." ******* 2/14/88 Yellow leaves lingering on the beech, the greenery of Winter's freeze. ******* Intelligence is trying itself out through us. ******* 8/01 Media is that aperture of the world where waste is released. ******* |
Observations
--------------------------- Trajectory Attitude, altitude. It could mean the difference between heaven and hell. ******* Do what the infirm finally do: follow the birds away through open windows and meadows to hide aloft in branches amidst the darkened trees. ******* Road rage originated in kindergarten. ******* Fragrance 11/27/92 All her friends come joyfully to lay lilies at her feet. They dance around her singing, and she becomes beautiful in her own eyes. She lifts her face. The dancers hold hands and whirl a band of light that she smiles through and through to laughter. Arms full of lilies, she swoons. ******* The brightest star on the darkest night shines us home; follow the light. ******* 1/2/03 Our sense of right and wrong flies in the face of reality. We live on a planet with an eating frenzy: who eats what. This isn't the world we would have designed: old age, sickness, injustice... we should have been consulted. Perfection, frozen in potential is an inclination, unable to be spoiled. Untouched, it can't be altered. Unattained, it can't be impossible. ******* 12/30/02 Stars that guide are brightest when night is at its darkest. We're still waiting. ******* You're Kidding, Right? 4/6/03 The peace demonstrators are really getting in the way; tying up traffic, disturbing businesses. The tv doctor said an ambulance was unable to pass, and how do you think this makes the troops feel? Clap clap clap said the audience. Demoralizing, confusing and inconvenient; fodder for the enemy, the weakness we display in the streets. Clap clap clap said the audience. They all clearly see the doctor sees clearly. The tv doctor models a nation's anger; solves our personal national problems. Grid lock, stopping traffic, stopping shopping! They put our troops in harm's way. We could lose the war because of them said the doc. Move over and let the ambulances through! Clap clap clap. ******* Carry Overs 4/10/03 A stale half-eaten sandwich. An unfinished poem. A body in a chair, slumped over a table. Water dripping, lights off, magazine open to page 22. A list of things needing to be done... An empty bird feeder, dead house plants rotted food. Everything off, nothing blinking. Twelve days after Armageddon, when eleven countries fought till the end, because they couldn't count to ten, and only cared about number one. ******* Dubious Origin 6/11/02 My father's gone. Not dead, gone. The little space he had for me slowly disolved over time. He never survived my early years, nor lived his. The sun of my being no longer shines on the horizon of his thoughts. We sometimes are the sons they wanted, and they the fathers we needed. Once I was gone, but I returned. ******* |