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THE LIFE N’ DEATH OF IT


The last day of September… didn’t I tell you that there were 37 minutes to the hour?  Why… yes I did.  Time is such an illusion.

The peace of the morning tumbles to the sound of hunters rapid gun fire.  It echos across the lake in a surging wave that screams ‘death to you’.  It disturbs me, and I remember where I am; in small town northern Michigan where hunting is a way of life and some to practice the life of survival by living off the land anyway they can.  And then there are those that do it for sport.  I choose to not even let myself go to ‘that place’.

 

Still, the beauty of the morning rises with the Sun. The cumulous clouds  lay a mountain of puff on the tree horizon in a slow roll over the lake, making me want to jump high for a float  in the blue sea of sky across the land.

 

The blast of the bullets fill the air

Carries the ache of death in the wind

There is no match in my consciousness

for the beauty of the morning rising

and the rapid fire of bullet to soft flesh

 

There is no place in my serenity that

lingers in the snuff of death by hunter

Or can I fill my mind with the leak of blood

that lays it’s drench on the forest floor.

No matter my knowing of creation and death’s circle

 

There is no hiding from the circle of 3D living

Where Love and fear play out dualities dance

and the beauty of a morning Sun rises to 

Share it’s moments with the bullets of death

On the the green and blue sphere of Earth

 

Choice is to be made in these moments

as the land births a new day and the gun 

ends the day for a life worth living 

Whether to quiver to the fear of dying 

or welcome the glory of Sun rising

 

It’s all happenin now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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THE BORG… resistance


happy birthday Helen.

Morning visitors, friends, n’ family.  Didn’t autumn just give a giant ‘I’m here”?   I could smelling it coming for days and then the Equinox. With the magic wand of seasonal change;  Voila, we have fallen into Fall.

The ‘sippy the coffee’ is especially good this morning.  I need the zing of it’s wake up.  I slept like a baby last night and slept long.  I welcome that kind of non-resistant sleep.  

 

“Resistance is futile” so say the Borg

Their ‘trans-human morphology

Unified; a collective of humorless

auto-matrons perfectly ordered  

on behalf of the systems heart-less

mechanism.

 

Give me something to push at.

Of choice that gives question to

authoritarian construct.

Without the conflict of ‘one right way’

In the Oneness of Us

 

Lay perfect order in joyful patterns 

that find resolution in the stir of honey 

fresh on toast, in the sip of Earl Grey tea.

or the nose to nose of dolphin to human

in a crystal blue sea of Unity

 

What is resistance if not the call to wonder why

as answers of the Universal enthuse in our

curiosity, as we swim in the soup of Infinity

that holds the known waiting to be understood.

As duality loses it’s hold and the heart center leads.

 

The Borg knew in their limited strong hold

that in oneness they are strong.  That to resist

has it’s pain.  Only, Only, their story speaks to

an empty heart, joyless, contrived, null n’ void

of love connection.  

 

I will resist that.  I can not resist living in Joy.

 

 

 

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SPEAKING ON BEHALF OF INFINITY


Good Morning.  If I was so inclined I’d turn on the heat this morning.  WOW.  Sliding into the cool quick.   Feeling the first day of Autumn barreling on in for the big spicy hello.  I like it.

 

Weather report:  Well rested and sunny on the inside.  Goose bump tickled on the outside with the rising sun.  Smells a bit like moist, dying plants. Here is the weather report for here or where ever you plug your data in… http://www.wunderground.com/cgi-bin/findweather/getForecast?query=48130

 

Good News:  http://www.goodnewsnetwork.org/    If you go to this link, you will find… YES…GOOD NEWS.  For me…My mOments get better n’ better.  I’m Ready.    What’s your Good NEws?

This is what I wrote one year ago today,  19Sept. 2011

 

Days of grey and rain

patter calm to my restless spirit

give quiet to the bright light of living

 

My sun never ceases to rise or set

flickering always at my center

grateful for a cloud, a burst of rain

 

The weather of me is volatile

hiding my ceaseless shining

shifting to a wet chill grey

 

The patter rhythm’s moist welcome

summons the quest for silence

gives my sunny days a rest

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Today…  Infinity requested  me to remind you….

 

Ceaseless moments finish each other

Complete as they are in the no-going-back

Restless to repeat what was or give to a

new outcome that now lives in the past

 

What use is there in the linger back there

already gone and moved to a new beginning?

Opportunity rises in the creative fresh of

a better gift of the receive and give repeated.

 

The continuum sequences it’s illusiveness

Headed for Infinity by it’s nature in the 1,2,3

You’re already there.  Why not enjoy this

moment that wants nothing from you

 

And gives you everything that Being Here in

this Now will adjust the gone of yesterday

and allows all tomorrows to unfold with no

expectation except to be Full of self in the receiving.

 

Let me remind you that you ARE perfect

You ARE enough as you are .

You are part of the ceaseless flow of Infinity

Calling you home to Loves Joy-full fest

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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WHERE IS HEAVEN?


Here it is, almost 10pm and my fingers and mind have not danced across these pages.  I was lost in my day and letting the writing ritual pass, suddenly, I think to myself.  Dang.. I have yet to lay words here.

So.. here I am as 10pm passes into 10:01 and my need to bring together this day in this way calls me.

I watched a recording of Barbara Walter’s “Heaven: Where is it?  How do we get there?”  So many religious/spiritual expressions of Heaven.  It provokes my own feelings and thoughts about it.

I choose Heaven in the likeness

of joy, laughter, Love, Light and goodness

I choose Heaven to be where I am

 

My heaven is on the inside of me.

I can choose to experience it in any

given moment at any given time

 

I can shift my thinking, my attitude

to embrace what I imagine is Peaceful

tender, compassionate with a breath

 

There is not a time I can not be

in Heaven no matter what kind

of Hell struggles for survival

 

No amount of ravage, despair,

illness, plight, can keep Heaven

from me in my allowing of it

 

I choose the shake of the dice

Sitting in the turbulence of

life’s stormy upheaval.

 

And when those dice fall

I know without looking that

I have laid the best of it on the table

 

My Heaven is merely a thought away

A breath away, my own personal

self proclaimed infinite glory.

 

Heaven is what I make of my

good living.  Heaven is here

now, Heaven is here.  Heaven is.

 

 

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CURVE THIS


I decided to write later in the day today.   Rather than the get up, feed pets, make coffee, sit n’ write, like I usually do.  I let the day take me along it’s travels.  A little garage saling that had no treasures, (how can that be?)got my hair done.  Whopppeee.  Did some grocery shopping, and soon, I will be getting a massage.  ooooooo… yes.  Some self care this day.

I woke up with the idea of ‘curve’.   And the word ‘curve’ has been swimming around in my brain all day.  I have no idea what to write about it and… I will write right now.

CURVE THIS…

She threw him a curve ball

It through him off balance

 

He just made the curve going 45

He was damn lucky

 

She’s all luscious and curvy

A real Hot mama

 

He knew it would be a high learning curve.

He welcomed the challenge

 

She knew there was a curve in the road

She sped up to greet it

 

He curve his mouth in a sardonic grin

It sent a chill up my spine

 

The curve of the Moon made me want to swing

As high in the starry night sky as I could

 

The snake curved like an ‘S’ across the sand

Slithering in a race to get to the tall grass

 

The curvature broke the steady, straight line.

My eye found the architecture disturbing.

 

Do I curve left or to the right?

Which path will I take?

 

I’ll curve back around

I don’t want you to miss this

 

I held the curve,

Around and around on the ice I went

 

He’s got curves where curves aren’t meant to be.

He’s doin’ his woman thang.

 

I ate something kinda curvy.

I feel twisted inside

 

Have you got you’re curve goin’ on?

I curved into the dance like a dervish.

No more curves for me.  I’m straight

Curve this.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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THE TEXTURE OF GRATITUDE


Sippy the coffee.  oh how I love the sippy.  I got a big deep, dark, French roast this morning.  Yum.  Love the smell of the grind and the sound of the crack and crunch on those little beans.  aaaahhh.

Well, the world according to this Geezer feels, looks, smells real darn nice.  No denying the push of autumn and the smell of life shifting on the surface as the push for final harvests calls.  Love the market this time of year.

So, yesterday had all kinds of Peace smells.  I could have and just might later, go on about more smells of Peace.

What about the texture of Gratitude?

 

THE TEXTURE OF GRATITUDE

The fiber of Gratitude is silk

thread strong, smooth as a baby’s

sweet butt, soft as the melt of butter

on toast.

 

The texture of Gratitude;

a jagged scar left from the

threat of life saved on the

edge of death call

 

The grain of Gratitude

humbles itself before the

shifting sea of life’s oceans

seeking a safe place to beach

 

The weave of Gratitude

tapestries a garment of

great sorrow and great

Joy on your shoulders

 

The surface of Gratitude

gathers All the great and

small; pushes deep into the heart

loves desire for the highest good

 

The filament of Gratitude

is seamless and sometimes

unseen.  Ever present to cast

hope out into the world

 

We are all strands of Gratitude

weaving a pattern of life in

the spaces between the spaces

Remembering what we are grateful for

 

 

 

 

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ON BEING REALLY FUNNY.. oops, a banana peel


Welcome… 9th of Sept 2012.  Bridget’s Birthday!  Happy Birthday my Dear One, and from the looks of the rising day and the calm of the morning, anything can happen.   Like ‘anything can happen’ at any time.  RIght?   Why do I think that’s funny?  mmmm, yes well, when it’s your blog you get to say and feel what ever.   Oh dear, could this be another idle, disjointed ramble?  Why, Yes it could.  Stick around for a few more words and you decide.

 

I’d like to grab ahold of the humor train and hobo my way around and across that country of a good ol’ belly laugh and some serious ‘let’s be jolly.’  Morning gathers the more serious side of me.  The day unfolds and giggles rise and fall in the mingle of serious and not so serious.  And ya’ll know I mostly lay my words down in the morning with little prompt but from the, ‘whatever’ slithers and seeps into my mind and flows down to these nibble fingers.

 

I’m still a little cloistered around what it feels like to have someone I care for unable to speak their truth and dissolve into the wet fabric of life; careless of my feelings, thoughtless of their impact beyond themselves.  I work to not linger here to long and to find my glitter and glow of love and light and peace.  And… forgiveness from the inside out.

 

ya gotta laugh about that

On Being Really Funny

 

I was funny last night

between the spicy shrimp,

the cantaloup and the

glitter of jewelry.

 

I wouldn’t say super funny

or comedically funny,

maybe girly funny in a

silly sly smily sort of way

 

Really funny is relative

and maybe it’s your relatives

that think you’re funny

and no one else does

 

Hell, maybe you’re your

biggest fan and the belly

laugh is yours for the taking

without the join in of other

 

I was funny last night

like I said, somewhere in

the gobble of spicy shrimp

and slobber of juicy melon

 

Hanging silver jewelry

all over myself hootin n’

hollerin’ with friends.

Being fun. Being Funny

 

Being myself in the not

so seriousness of having had

a kick in the pants and a thorn

stuck at the edge of my heart

 

I’ll get to the funny of that

when I’m past the slice of it

cause there’s nothing funnier

than a good ol’ belly laugh

 

when you slip on a banana

peel of life’s giving and you

you feel foolish for not noticing

where you were laying yourself down

 

ya gotta get to laughin’ about that

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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