Posted in Nature, Psycho-Bubbles, tagged eternity, memory, Night air, Snow, time on November 22, 2014| Leave a Comment »
Eternity is out tonight, crowding empty streets.
Time’s arrow, the young turn elderly, generations blend, age, pass.
Unnoticed except by some in the larger moments.
Perhaps it is the snowflakes. Countless souls against the night sky.
Something in the air, eternity is out tonight.
Posted in Nature, Psycho-Bubbles, Reflections on the everyday, tagged On death on June 6, 2014| Leave a Comment »
In the span of a lifetime perhaps we are lucky enough to know a handful who count. Not to say that all others are without meaning, but simply, real keepers are few.
To the Keepers we entrust soul and story, sadness and sweet wisdom. In turn, they hold, know, witness and Keep.
Keepers can be old or new, but oftentimes they appear at the beginning, willing and able to share the elusive and changeable quality of Time.
Like the venerable Oak, they offer shade, support, silence and deep conversation decade after decade. Because they Are, we can Be.
A brilliant Keeper in my life passed away suddenly just a week ago today. Mortality is a deep flaw of the Keeper.
With him went the better part of me, which he had been slowly returning to me after long years in a poorly made marriage. For I knew him long before.
I do not believe I kept his life as he kept mine. I have not that depth, and his support of me was not exclusive. The Keeper loved and mentored many.
The Keeper was a truly great man, one much needed. He is gone too soon.
Yet he is not. The Keeper is out there, in the wind, moon and stars of the Big World. For that is very much his Nature.
For he was, and forever will be, a keeper.
Posted in Psycho-Bubbles, Reflections on the everyday, tagged editing, Writing on February 23, 2014| Leave a Comment »
It is in there. The idea. The thought overlaid by conditions and conditioning.
It is in there, glistening, succinct. I have difficulty seeing it. Although I put it there.
Cut away the chaff and you have it, the unburied lead, the path and point of it all.
In paragraphs that tell our stories, truth, maybe destiny, await the right editor.
It is in there. I have difficulty seeing it. Although I put it there.
Posted in Nature, Psycho-Bubbles, Reflections on the everyday on February 3, 2014| Leave a Comment »
Cold in the world, inside and out.
Posted in Nature, Psycho-Bubbles, Reflections on the everyday, tagged footprints, Snow, Walkabout on January 17, 2014| Leave a Comment »
Returning from Walkabout in untrammeled snow. Turning, I saw my footprints. Medium size, not uncommon.
Sand, snow or earth, footprints do not last long. A mark, a measure of where we have been, a pace held and gone.
Some like to leave their mark, or wish they made a bigger mark. Footprints wear away. It is the thing that cannot be seen, memories of the walk, that persist.
Footprints do not last, I do not mind.
Posted in Psycho-Bubbles, Reflections on the everyday, tagged The moon, twilight on January 13, 2014| Leave a Comment »
Winter twilight, moonrise in the eastern sky. High above coniferous trees, Luna promises spring. You have seen it before.
So distant in space, so close at heart.
The promise of everything in the company of nothing.
Posted in Psycho-Bubbles, Reflections on the everyday, tagged Christmas night, Snow, time on December 26, 2013| Leave a Comment »
Anonymous souls are out tonight, on the road, in stores, in their homes. Gather tradition close, loved ones closer, the depth in this night draws near.
If presents be had, they are opened, old wounds fare the same. For those who observe Christmas, or did at one time, this is a night when years pass by in the air. They lightly brush the face just enough to be noticed before moving slowly on.
Where I am, there is snow, quiet, icy in places, fresh in others. Life is like that.
Eternity is an effective leveler, anonymous souls are out tonight.
Posted in Psycho-Bubbles, tagged consciousness on October 17, 2013| Leave a Comment »
Interesting thought for a day, found on a scrap…
Bring me what you have
I’ll take it.
From where, one cannot know
To where, the same
Bring it with you,
I’ll take it.
Posted in Psycho-Bubbles on September 26, 2013| Leave a Comment »
Some take what is not theirs
Claim what never was
Are unhappy in their own bed –
although made by their own hands
The world is full of the Taking –
as if they were not noticed
But need cannot be hid
Giving only stands opposite Taking when neediness is matched
Otherwise Giving sees Taking and passes by
True giving is expansive, even without pennies
Giving is of soul, a commodity earnestly sought by Taking
But it cannot be had that way
Soul is earned,
it is not there for the taking
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.
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