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be like the bear
Be like a bear in the forest of yourself.
Even sleeping you are powerful in your breath.
Every hair has life
and standing, as you do, swaying
from one foot to the other
all the forest stands with you.
Each minute sound, one after another,
is distinct in your ear. Here
in the blur of mixed sensations, you can
feel the crisp outline of being, particulate.
Great as you are, huge as you are and
growling like the deepest drum,
the continual vibration that makes music
what it is,
not some light stone skipped on the surface of things,
you travel below
sounding the depths where only the dauntless go.
Be like the bear and
do not forget
how you rounded your
massive shape over the just ripened
berry which burst
in your mouth that moment
how you rolled in
the wet grass, cool and silvery, mingling
with your sensate skin,
how you shut
your eyes and swam far and farther
still, starlight
shaping itself to your body,
starship rocking the grand, slow waves
under the white trees, in the
snowy night.
something that stays
We are the time. We are the famous
metaphor from Heraclitus the Obscure.
We are the water, not the hard diamond,
the one that is lost, not the one that stands still.
We are the river and we are that greek
that looks himself into the river. His reflection
changes into the waters of the changing mirror,
into the crystal that changes like the fire.
We are the vain predetermined river,
in his travel to his sea.
The shadows have surrounded him.
Everything said goodbye to us, everything goes away.
Memory does not stamp his own coin.
However, there is something that stays
however, there is something that bemoans.
~Jorge Luis Borgess
(photo from a hike: hohokam petroglyphs)
the human equation
“It’s a really lovely example – you have this amazing beast that’s been around for tens of millions of years surviving as a relic population on this island. Then people arrived and they basically disappear in a couple of hundred years,”
“When people turn up they put these populations under enormous pressure – they might not be giving the final, killer blow but they’re adding another level of stress. It looks like these fantastic turtles are another example.”
(from here)
(photo: Jeffers Petroglyphs- Image of turtle and man, looking East)
sage no. 2 (sophos)
Did you hear what that woman on Grafton Street was saying?
You won’t be killed today.
We don’t even know we’re born.
~Jean Valentine “Friend”
wear your love like
“in her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.”
~ lord byron
still standing
“Reason is not automatic. Those who deny it cannot be conquered by it. Do not count on them. Leave them alone.”
~ Ayn Rand
camaraderie
in this virtual world, you may find yourself. less alone.
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a few things:
my handpicked
all things ordinary becomes even more extraordinary
python lee jackson for you
on getting old:
i imagine myself salt and pepper with layers of turquoise and squash blossoms. a black gown with red dirt decorating the unhemmed seam.
printer talk
comment from coworker on the native american wrap sweater, bell levis and parted stick straight greying hair…
“how very emmy lou you are.”
(emmy lou rocks the gauze dress and jeans! YES!)
is anybody out there?
i stumbled across here and found a reason to complete some unfinished ugly earring projects…interested?
here’s the deal:
I will send a handmade gift to the first 3 people who leave a comment on my blog requesting to join this PIF exchange. i don’t know what that gift will be yet and you may not receive it tomorrow or next week, but you will receive it within 365 days, that is my promise! the only thing you have to do in return is pay it forward by making the same promise on your blog.
hello mars?
