Author: michaeljordahl

Retired Miner, loves science, reading, carving, walking, recovering alcoholic

secret spot

in the still of the morning, i dismounted from my bike,

and i headed out on foot, for an early morning hike.

at last! my secret spot, i hadn’t been to for a year,

and i cried out on the wind, “i’m still here! i’m still here!”

–photos by me

the size of a poem

the sun is a point in the cosmos,

the earth, but a mere speck of dust,

and i’m a small ant on that anthill

just doing the small things that i must.

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and so the whole thing makes me wonder,

here, in my minuscule home:

if i should jot down some small verses,

then what is the size of that poem?

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Is it as big as the cosmos,

or infinitesimally small?

perhaps when it comes to poetry,

the truth is that one size fits all.

–photo not by me

The Age of Aquarius

If there’s even the slightest chance that humankind is poised on the edge of some Great Awakening, a higher frequency, the Age of Aquarius, then I think it might be in our best interest to try stepping forward, as one, into it. You know, just to be certain that it’s not true.

So, altogether now, let’s take that step: lay down your sword, let go of that anger, racism, bigotry. Stop believing ‘in’ Jesus, and start believing what Jesus said. Follow the Golden Rule, and love one another. See all of humanity as one.

Yes, we should at least try it, don’t you think so? What could it hurt? Are you ready now? Here we go. One, two, three, go!

Now, if we could just get everyone in the world to read this.

–Photo by Aaron

my inner rebel (archives)

as i was walking home last night, a thunderstorm blew in,

but i would not be hurried though the rain would soon begin.

lightning arced across the sky in splendid disarray,

and for a moment night became as naked as the day,

and though the wind began to drive the rain against my face,

i challenged heaven’s fury, and i kept my steady pace.

the sky unleashed a deluge as the wind began to roar,

and soon the blinding sheets of rain had drenched me to the core.

eventually, the rain let up, the wind began to die,

and soon a warm and gentle breeze began to clear the sky;

the stars came out like shining jewels adorning heaven’s dome–

the storm had passed, and now at last, i ran like hell for home.

–image by ai