04 10 / 2014

heart flowers

In every heart there is a coward and a procrastinator. In every heart there is a god of flowers, just waiting…

heart flowers

In every heart there is a coward and a procrastinator. In every heart there is a god of flowers, just waiting…

12 9 / 2014

Star Book No. 66

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Star Book No. 66

 Time’s golden wings

8 stars clearly seen…

Paying cash.

Sparkling red

water’s eye

saying

“things are looking up”

so

lets

dance.

 

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10 5 / 2014

time watching bird

A bird.

Rests.

Blue water nest.

Enveloped in words.

Feeling feathers, string and steel.

Waiting and weighted.

Spinning a web,

a mandala,

as birds watch

Time.

 

 

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02 5 / 2014

A nicely burning home

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April Dream

Last night my house was burning.  Could not find

one precious thing to grab and find comfort in.

And when the torrential rain hammered out the

flames, I was angry with its self-righteous

interference.

My house is still burning.  And where it is

whole, I have not found all the rooms,

closets and old garbage.

There is no longer

a complacent order.

Havoc has its own

integrity. Charred…

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26 4 / 2014

Seeing Sound and Finding a Voice…..
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Seeing Sound and Finding a Voice…..

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22 4 / 2014

"Man cannot remake himself without suffering, for he is both the marble and the sculptor."

Alexis Carrel (via jhbrd)

(via theallseeingcat)

18 4 / 2014

18 4 / 2014

"

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

“Leisure” by Welsh poet W. H. Davies, from Songs Of Joy and Others

published in 1911 by A. C. Fifield

"

13 4 / 2014

starcrow-collage:

Reflection
Just dropped in (to see what condition my condition is in) 

starcrow-collage:

Reflection

Just dropped in (to see what condition my condition is in) 

13 4 / 2014

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Birds Appearing In A Dream

One had feathers like a blood-streaked koi,
another a tail of color-coded wires.
One was a blackbird stretching orchid wings,
another a flicker with a wounded head.

All flew like leaves fluttering to escape,
bright, circulating in burning air,
and all returned when the air cleared.
One was a kingfisher trapped in its bower,

deep in the ground, miles from water.
Everythi…

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