I have no intentions of hanging around my grave after I die; however, the specifics of the transition are hazy at best, and nothing is written in stone… yet. Just in case, here are my instructions:
bury me
on a grassy knoll
overlooking a lake
to the east,
so the rising sun
may warm my bones,
and i may
rest in peace
–photo by me
I usually avoid politics in my posts, but sometimes you just have to say something.
Trump reminds me of a neighbor boy who lived across the street from me years ago. One day, I saw him trying to start his lawn mower, and I went over to lend a hand. I knew he had a learning disability, and his father had left his mother long before, so I thought of myself as a father figure to him.
We looked it over and suddenly he pulled the plug wire off and started blowing in it… or tried to blow in it. I explained that he was blowing in a solid wire and there was no way it could help. (I assumed he saw someone blow in the gas line, which looks similar on the outside.) Anyway, we couldn’t get it going, and as I was leaving, I glanced back only to see him on his knees blowing in that damn wire!
His behavior was like he was always so sure of himself, and yet he was always so wrong. That’s what Trump seems like to me.
–Photo by Aaron
What does the spider know of beauty?
When soft morning light spills over
The horizon and illuminates his
Intricate, dew-laden construction,
Is he even able to perceive
The beauty of his creation?
Likewise, when we scurry about
In our “ordinary” human lives,
Are we creating something
Beautiful that we can’t perceive,
But is, perhaps, on full display
To any being of a higher order?
–Photo by me
it was on an old mine dump like this one
that a relative of mine lost his life
it was the first funeral i’d been to
and i sat with his kids and his wife
to a young child, it seemed so surreal
and i would take some time to mend
but now death comes calling so often
it feels like he’s an old friend
–photo by me
when it comes to great truths,
it is said that those who know don’t say,
and those who say don’t know;
but those who know don’t say
because they understand that there are
no words to express what they know,
not because they’re trying to
keep safe what they know.
so, should anyone tell you that
they have great truths to share,
you can be sure that they don’t.
–photo by me
yes, i talk to myself
at times when i’m alone,
but never when i’m out
walking in the woods–
sure, i still talk,
but not to myself.
–photo by me
we made up time
and married it,
and now it’s
here to stay–
we’re caught up
in the minutes
as the moments
slip away
–photos by me
do we choose our paths
or are they predetermined?
depends on our age
–photo by me
i don’t go to a man-made church;
the ever-changing sky is my temple.
it has no doors, no roof, no book.
you’ll find no labels or shame here,
only profound awe and wonder,
and an overwhelming reverence
for the beauty and grandeur
of the living sky.
–photo by me
a brisk october morning
woodsmoke fills the air
land of sky-blue waters
the docks are put away
there’s no one fishing
the resort is deserted–
it’s all mine now
photo by me
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