Patterns of being.

Birds dot my lawn, with the odd squirrel, scurrying mindfully about.   Each bird bobs to a different, yet complex patterns of being; some hurrying, chasing, some lying, wings outstretched drinking in the sun’s rays.   Some pecking at unseen seeds in the grass, others still, eyeing the surroundings, calling in soft laughter.   Other…

Communion.

The clouds came down low for much of the day dropping rain periodically. with rainbows and sun in between, but the air was cold and still, even the cars in their desperate rushes seemed unsure; all waited drinking in the raindrops; was it Sunday without spiritual communion yet again, or was it just this very…

Something

I’m thinking of “something” by George Harrison, that wonderful love song he wrote for the Beatles, such a peaceful soul, always trying to help others, create a loving spiritual society. Yet here we are years after his death, needing to update and sing his song to help create that society that he strove so hard…

Quote of the day

Originally posted on Pressok:
It is not what happens to you that matters in life, but how you respond to what happens to you that matters. Take advantage of every opportunity in life. Don’t let them pass you by. Impossible is not a fact, it’s an opinion. Forget all the reasons why it won’t work…

Quietude before the knee.

My hands and feet work in the ground, getting the garden ready to bloom at the end of the cold winter. I build new features, get more vegetables growing, and some berries, I tend the fruit trees, and wisdom has it I should feel good, but deep inside fears, apprehensions, stir inside making me jittery…

The light of day.

The big moon lights the way down the garden steps into the dream world of hopes, under the great tree with its dark silhouette bringing unease; the moon slowly fades into a cloud, the future looks for a halo, as men kill all certainty in the light of day.

Otherness destroyed.

I wanted to write something completely different, from the deep seat of my imagination, of otherness and tranquillity, love and grandeur without a thought of the world and its crisis, of men bestiality to others, of oppression and destruction, then a man was killed in a most inhumane of ways by a protector of society,…