It’s hard not to be happy
When the sun shines
And a troupe of sparrows
Dance a tiny soot brown feather hop
And flit between crumbs and hunger
At my swollen feet.
I watch children play
And poor old men mumble
And stumble over unrequited dreams
While brittle dead leaves gather
In windblown circles at their feet.
Between life and its cruelty,
A respite from spinning clay,
To play with words and talk to God.
Here a couple of random pics of my kitties with the Buddha. The other one is the interior of a nifty little cafe call Ruth’s Cafe in Castleton, IN. Enjoy!
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I hear your name,
The softness of it.
In dark hours
When I and my restless wandering
Are breached by still waters.
I see your face
And follow it.
Sense your limbs
Swing like pendulums
Through an autumn night’s fog.
I watch your eyes
Circumscribe memories
Of monsters and taboo,
As we swing like children
While all the children sleep.
That’s her.
That is her.
Time doesn’t spoil the spirit.
It cracks the cocoon
That is her body open.
That’s her.
That is her.
The wind won’t break her wings
That have laughed
and cried for flying.
She does not shrink from rake or plow
Or the harvest that is her bounty.
She casts her net under marbled moon
Into a sea of hope and longing.
I spent Saturday in Columbus, IN, and Sunday in Nashville, IN and Bloomington, IN. For a winter weekend, the weather was marvelously warm. I’m pleased to present some pictures from this outing. Enjoy!
Apparently, this is a thing. Consider it a challenge, a journal, or a journey (I prefer journey). Take a picture a day and post it to your blog. Here are some reasons why you should try it, too.
And now I remember.
It’s like the first breath.
Past troubled lives.
Over shards of painted idols roughly hewn
By a dumb craftsman.
I’m with you now, my God.
You waited for me.
As if I never left for wanting.
Breathe with me.
In. Out.
In. Out …
Wash it all away.
Into the quiet …
Hush. I stand before my God.
What else was I seeking?
It was fun. Then it wasn’t.
A train passes,
cries.
Sobbing new life
throbs within once quiet hills.
Apparently, this is a thing. Consider it a challenge, a journal, or a journey (I prefer journey). Take a picture a day and post it to your blog. Here are some reasons why you should try it, too.
I decide to take a nice walk around downtown Indianapolis on Saturday. All of these pictures are from that walk. Enjoy!
