in the quiet security of heart
i rest my cares ambitions and sorrows
the fullness of this moment
leaves no time nor space
for yesterdays or tomorrows

never have i seen
such a day as beautiful as this
punctuated with sky-blue-clarity

even the rustle of autumn leaves
prodded by a warm Southern breeze
did seem to sing out in celestial harmony

on special days like these
Heaven comes to meet Earth
and in Divine copulation
lays down the foundations
of a New Earth and a New Dawn

miles from nowhere
guess i'll take my time'
oh yeah, to reach there

lord my body has been a good friend
but i won't need it
when i reach the end

miles from nowhere
guess i'll take my time
oh yeah, to reach there

cat stevens

the same friend i referred to earlier
(2 men and a mack truck)
according to his wife
would awaken in the middle of the nite
with extreme panic disorder
he dreamed he was still in 'nam
perched in a tree maintaining a nightly vigilance for charlie

i too have had my share of Night Terrors
the dark night of the soul
maybe our experience has not been that different
after all we were... teammates

The Earth by its mountains
lifts up flowing waters
to the Heavens above

i had a laminectomy and missed vietnam
i sometimes wonder how my life would have been different
had i gone

one of my best friends and fellow football teammate
lived with me during our senior year of high school
(he had intense conflicts with his father)
after high school he joined the marines
and took the proverbial senior trip to 'nam
when he returned he was in extreme shell-shock
(PTS in today's "political speak")
his wife said he would not be able to function without his meds
well, either his meds or his functional-disability
spurred him to single-handily carry sofas on his shoulder
anyway, after graduate school, i worked for him briefly
in his furniture moving business
(he specialized in apartment moves)
2 men and a mack truck: will move

so, long-story-short
i know i have a lot of baggage now from my life before
but it could be of a different sort
had i gone to 'nam...

ridin the bus is an archetype- like- experience
activating my inner muse
a non-stop conversation
between me and myself

"its not what you know
but what you can do in the moment
that counts"

musings from Crzy Hrse

the Repugs
by submitting to Partisan Politics
have renewed their ownership of Irrelevance

but the blue dog dems
are no better
licking the boots of Corporate interests

ain't but one way out baby
but i just can't go out that door
cause they a main down there
might be you main i dunno

lord i'm foolish to be here in the first place
i know some main goin to walk in and take my place
ain't but one way out baby and no way in the world
i'm goin out that front door
cause they a main down there
might be you main i dunno know

ONE WAY OUT, allman brothers band

from sweden alabama and maine
came they one and all
answering Last Century's Adventurers Call

on october 25 1842 indians killed whites
at what was to be Shoal Creek and 38th

but as well a texan settler from maine
bought some 1200 acres @ $.50 per
for some $600 cash outlay and built a Stone Bath-house
hot-tubs fed by Shoal Creek
and by a horse and buggy ride from the Austin Avenue Hotel
on Congress Avenue to Stone Bath-house
at 38th & Shoal Creek
they came

by divine sublimity
doth Penetration's candle burn

but there is a hole in my heart
by absence its presence known
otherwise unrecognized by penetration's eyes

the air we breathe breathed again
breathed anew
refreshed by the breath within

walking along the banks of Shoal Creek
there to lie down my weary bones
and to take up Nature's edifice, again
as was my way in days past
to which i have returned at long last

when the means become an end in itself
then the fool stumbles upon the True Way

i love you
not the pain and suffering
that this present moment brings
but the you beyond this moment
you as you truly are
you in the eternal heart of god
you in a safe secure place are loved

My Child
who is my child
is she not everyone, everywhere
anyone
who suffers and weeps
an Iranian child whose parents were killed
by explosive US ORDINANCE
black operations

Suffer the Children

the problem with an open heart
is that it is a receptacle
for pain and suffering
not just personal but vicarious

yet the hardship may be endured

if it but make resolve stronger

dying
as when you run out of breath
but need no more
no last gasp
for you have left it behind

every nite we practice
as moment-to-moment we forget to breathe
heavenly ghosts in between breaths
cloud-leaping-dancing until... we breathe no more

from time to time
i am submerged
by compassion unfulfilled
may we hear the Divine Hint
follow Impulses flowing from Heaven
and Compassion show