Posted in Psycho-Bubbles, Reflections on the everyday on August 23, 2013| Leave a Comment »
One generation serves the next. Not just the hardscape, but ephemeral ground. Patterned land unseen where the future is built.
Ancestors and invaders put down blood and dreams that drive individual and culture forward.
To live is to serve by living it all, bitter, sweet, deadly. For the branching creativity when idea makes landfall in the Being of those who understand.
Posted in Psycho-Bubbles, Reflections on the everyday on August 22, 2013| Leave a Comment »
Not here
Not there
Having left
Not having arrived
Liminal, a place in flux
What is before
Will be after
Finding me here once again
Posted in Psycho-Bubbles, Reflections on the everyday on August 6, 2013| Leave a Comment »
“Sorry, but you are looking for something that isn’t here.”
Shouldn't...but Do 