IntroductionI joined the writers group of York County, SC in 1995. Slowly and in terror I remember reading my first poem, the members their faces a blear, I tasted my fear waiting for them to sneer. I read my work to a mixed audience. I got good and bad reviews. I persevered and think that I learned. Most on my poems are about life’s relationships, travel, science and spirituality. Order is in chaos, chaos in order. Drp1/1/99Donald R. Privett

COSMOLOGY

Just call me stardustI flicker. I flash.I move with an unusual sort of dash.For I was born in supernova fashion,Eons ago and light years away.My kinship is with the cosmos.Me, I’m universal - part comet and asteroid-Cosmic conglomerate, star flakes and dust anew.Born long ago in a starry spiral,In change and chaos.Thousands of millions of exploding suns,Clustered from an expanding and contractingGas and dust cloud,Where rocky and gaseous planets grewA complex cosmic chemical stew.I'm not old?How do you measure from singularity to eternity?I'm one-trillionth second of forever,

Carbon linked from microbe to me.How long will I be?Well, our galaxy, its energy spent,Pushed and pulled and by gravity bent,Will be sent exploding cosmic Galactic center And the spirit that's me is freeForever - forever? DRP

Astronomers study structures 1.2 light months apartNearby only 27,000 light years awayA massive black holeA million solar massesBlue stars clustered nearbyRed super giants take a beatingFeeding the holeStars succumb a nuclear smorgasbordFuel for another galaxy

Stardust 2.Stars die.Same as you and me.Their exploded circling ashes,Seeds for solar systemsWe are cosmic conglomeratesStars are our heraldryCourse in our veinsI am stardustMade of forces spent

Deep spaceIs not my destiny?Yet I delight inExploring with my finite cortexDimensionless journeysIn my visions billions of light years awayI snatch a starMove past clusters of galaxies in secondsPast photons

On to space void of photonsWhere collisions never ever occurI have attained absolutely nothing.

Brown dwarfsDimmer than starsMore massive than planetsThe fusion furnaceWas lit but not sustainedFor us the lithiumOf their youth is saved.

Milky WayOur Milky Way home galaxy glowHas obscured has slowed universal understandingHides the outer reaches, 15 of universal spaceLooking through the ZOAWith picturesque 21 cm. LightFound a neighbor just beyond our local group10 million light years awayDwingeloo that galaxy and telescope too in tulip fields

Milky Way – a sugar cubeWith more atoms than starsMore stars than people on this planet everThan all the stars in all the galaxies for all time.M and m's oh the sugar atomsThe addictive chocolate and peanut proteinOur sun a swirling cauldronEight light minutes awayEight light years acrossFiery stellar nurseryMelts my m and m's

Milky Way 2I am swept by gravityto time and spaceIn record haste

My home at it's a center holds light so tightThe embrace withDark matter is the massIn my mind in this tender brief lifeI travel to the local groupTo AndromedaTo Virgo. 25000 l. Y. A.To quasars to eternity of the mind.

The big crunchWizard quantum potionIs when it all ends.Time ceases to beSo do you and meReduced to singularityNot one soul will you findIn a cosmic instantA final equationZero to zero.Quarks to neutrinosWimps to c.d.m.Gravity gone universalOr will infinite boundaries expandOr are we on the road to beAbsolutely reality recycledBy the hand of god.SupernovaWe look out and see our friends and our fateOur local group in and above the galactic plane.Adrift like cluster of firefliesFor every second of all timeA sun explodesThe cosmos isBlown into functional oblivionAn elemental cloudOf gas only 150,007 years agoIn a neighboring galaxyIn the Magellan cloudOne stars core collapsedNeutron starsDebris spewed light years away

A veil of cosmic elementary spectroscopic gloryNewly formed heavy elements

Mind of godWords and thoughts of space and timeVast and endlessWhat? Read the mind of god?Nay, the semantics of physicsBaryons, neutrinos and charming quarksConnected in a master plan - the answer;Is it here along this line of time?In a galaxy where I resideNo special place they sayIts spiraling starry arms embrace my planetary neighborsWe ride around our Milky WayIn the vast scheme of starsOur sun shines light on its planetary childrenthird out just about rightFor one rocky planetary plate to growExpand, rotate and meltSolidifying on its metal core,Conglomerated and dispersed eons agoSpits and cracks of timeA sea of lifeSlowly our senses titillateWe've been reacted, contracted, gravitated and evolved.

Beyond this simple place,this ordinary spiral I'm told my universal world is home to extraordinary neighborsWho though not in our space and time.To enjoy love of life they've been granted in their space and time.

Quasar 10/47 erg sec 100,000 times more luminous than the stellar output of the milky way

ENVIRONMENT EARTH

The River Catawba ©Donald R. PrivettA trickle cascadingOff the eastern slope of Chestnut RidgeHigh in the hazy blue Swannanoa MountainsTurbulent flow down steep creeks cutting a deep gorge,Tributaries uniteWaterfalls and rapids aboundSweeping with fury and powerOnce powerful across the Piedmont plainFlowing east into a broad valley turning abruptly southAlong its bountiful banks families farmed rich floodplainsArrow points and pottery pieces reveal8,000 years of sustainable simple prosperityMan’s visions for wealth tamed its forceOverpowered, impeded, dammed its rapids and fallsMoved its course with concrete and steelSpawning shad are mostly goneLakes now cover acres of spider lily filled rapidsTons of filthy litter lines its shoresI fished, hunted and climbed its banksFound solitude in its dry bedWhere its very soul once flowedLaurel and rhododendron still growOn steep slopesBut I cannot drink the water.They are repulsive and foul

We have destroyed this mighty river.Today it moves, on call, from reservoir to reservoir, stagnate, dying day after day - mile after mile.Only memories of its very soul still flow in me.

GreedLooking out across the river wideThere's no way to hideSqualid, ugly yellow slime on the waters all the timeDismal fetid wasteImagine how these waters tasteSociety’s responsible for this barren wasteHope is here; lilac flowers under big oaks clingAnd birds still sing early morning springBut in 30 years will our end bring

Elements of antiquityI am water.I stand firm as ice, yet I flow.Flow with the breeze, ripple and ebb.Sprout the flowers.I am air.Mighty and gentle.Watch me storm;Drop the treesBlow away the soilPower the windmillDisperse the seedsI am earth.Firm, yet I yield to water and to air.Rivers carve meWinds blow unending my children of sand.I am fire.Fueled by the wind, consuming quelled by the rains.Strong, but ending in ashes.

Devil’s courthouseHigh in the Blue Ridge MountainsJomeokee the pilot and savior of the sauraSteered tribes here for the bountiful harvest. Legend has it that justice was servedHere at the devil’s courthouseJudacullah ruled on fallen virtueWarriors who showed in battleGreat courageWere honored.

Camp on panther’s creekA muggy summer day near duskOn the upper slopes of panthers creekSet up campCatch a troutYou can't miss the pond is full, joy to a child of fiveUntil she learns her fishes grilled fateSatiating dinnerGet the melonIt plops from the cold creekThe only bear of the nightMy tent neighbor's snoring

GARDEN

Weed 1A weed’s world knows no boundsRoots so tenacious so dendriticHeld fast in rocky soilTax my backWill it last the summer?I let it beYield to nature’s plan Weed 2the garden it is taking shapeheed the weedweed

seed off to a good start.weedfeed the whites, reds and purple of early springweed leading violets, honesty, sweet woodruff, tulips, daffodils, iris and one flower on the silver bell tree John S. gave me ?2/3 years agoweedneed Aleve and get 2 massages a day

Delight 2Summer garden day, a delight,.Full of wonder and mysterySunrise dew coalescesDrippingEarly working birds amidstA bee a buzzing a humid breeze.Begonia blossoms beckon saluting the early sunThe moss rose opens between coffeesFragment honeysuckle and a warm sunI pause to see the birth of a billowing milky white cloudIn the night sky I see the birth of a star a new galaxy.Smell four o’clock, corn and tomatoes

Seed Programmed to the sunWith warm soilA seed knows its timeStrands of complex chemicalsSome plants legacyA feast for foraging jaysMeals for moles and mitesMost protect progenyYear to year.

Lycoris radiata - spider lilyA long green stem,

Bolting from the soil.Topped by seven buds,Spreading into a red starburst,Of slender curved filamentsAnd narrow curled crimson petals,Standing like a crown.Brazen and beautiful, so statuesque a flower,To fade in days.Lycoris radiata - spider lily

Garden moments - one year on the back stepsMeditate and seeThe early spring tulips and daffodilSummer petuniasAutumn cosmos and falling leavesWinter cold strips the lifeShort days and warm coffeeTrees turn fiery red.The calm of a quite late summer afternoonFresh cut hay mixed with the late summer wildflowersTall wafting daisesBright sunshine and September breeze.Yellow crocus in pearly white snow.The last unfurling burgundy rose of late summer.Ice covered brown creek of January.Creamy brilliant beige dahliaField of swaying purple petunias givesAn endless sojourn for the nectar of lifeStop and feel both pain and gloryIn all undertakings and fated sojourn.Reassess mistakes and grow.Stop to give to those who give to you.

I invest to be put to the testTo con or be conned time and money

ChallengeLavender pink rhododendron blossomsCarpet the jade moss covered forest floorFallen trees nurture mushrooms in absolute silenceJoy broken by primordial fearA woodpecker at workI climb the steep winding trailTo fields generous with raspberry canesA bald covered by blue berry bushes.I sort out things clear my mind.

New interstateRugged ridges and mountainFamilies farming sheltered covesIsolated for generationsLiving in community harmonyMan's machines have carved the mountainsA road, a ribbon of concreteSplitting peaks of great beautyOpening this area to 70-mile hour traffic.Today I pull off to viewMagnificent vistas in the valley far below;A tin roofed house a small fenced cemetery.Across the road are deep rock cuts.Displaying a geologic cornucopia and an enigma.Ancient pre-Cambrian basaltic seabedNow at the crest of the Unicoi rangeVeined, migmatized mangled and melanged.

Talking to people who have stoppedMy story of the rocks unacceptableTo an agile nimble and sharp witted 92-year-old man.“God made these mountains.”

SOCIETY AND PSYCHOLOGY

ManMan reaches. Searches, finds, destroy.God cycles, centers our soulProviding cosmic awaken for changesFor growth not with steadfast assurancesBut by moan and groans

Good for goodFrom the womb to the tomb;On these words you can dependOn this earth you can extendSeek contentment not resentmentLove the body and mind elatesHate devastates.Carry hate in your soulIt's you that get the scoldForgive and you are free to seeKindness is the only keyYour mind is smart when love you impartTo them we must not succumbAngry thoughts make you defensiveKind ones comfort and sensitiveA heart travels straight to kindnessIn that respect there is no blindness.

Forces and forcesI will not be manipulated by weak forces!

Evil the dastard pilots of self hate, the mock of reason,The rampart destroyer of passion,The negative involvement of my soul.I will not resentEvils partner destroying self-love.I will not yield to guiltEvil's guiding light; wasting and taxing the soul toruthless ruin.Promoting sufferingEvil's servant that takes grace steals love under the pretense of stilling the soul.These are weak forces that only forge fruitless futile failure.My life is ruled only by strong forcesCompassion – faith – courage – hope - wisdom - trust - truthAll interacting providing success and positive enlightenmentWith compassion I feel your painAnd with more strength in the fightI generate faith to totally reject evil with unrelenting courage.Strength provides hope to experience reality with positive conscience and wisdom.I see Evil misdirecting my life.I weld the Sword of truth.Truth gives the realization of profound wisdom.These forces enable me to grow,Understand, give and receive,Grow with others, love and be loved.

Today’s FraySociety torn at every cornerFor each a cause or truthWorn by lawyersSobriety check points

Waste contractsA peoples vote overturnedBy the gambling mob.Spheres of chaos and confusionFraught with greed, power and controlAnd me in the fray - my way.

Ended relationshipCome and I will haunt youWith many problemsNeither joy nor happinessOnly sufferingEnough of your viewPulling free of agony I have had the max.Your perspective is itI hope you can change.Compromise is never simpleIs not possible for youYour disease keeps you in the pitPulling out is impossibleSo you try to pull me down into yourWeb of anger and disappointmentWith you into the devil’s pit of depression.

MindIn my dreamsA volcano blastsIt is shame’s tormentMy dismay, my torture, unassailable turmoilWhy these unwanted mental explosionsEpic rumbling, seismic energy belchingPictures - deplorable duplicitousDastardly directed to disruptionAt the precipicePoised I see a shadowA soul shrouded in a hell of its own designConcourse after concourse

Searching for a iota, a miniscule shred,A sub-atomic quantity of serenityTo give feelings of worthDepression you are mightyBut you are not invincibleI emerge. I triumphto stand at the pinnacleTo embrace the grandeur of my beingTo wonder aloudTo simply love.A most treasured deep breathTo fight new battles

OUTDOORS-HIKING

Bald rock viewThrough quiet forest ofFir, tulip and poplar treesA green mossy mat beneath summer flowers,Silence broken by dribbling springsAhead the trail snakes upBoulders and rhododendronYield to the summit pavementOf grooved granite gneiss on the horizon hazy peaksof green; big bald and flattop to the west

Country roadsOver hillsAlong valleys, creeks and riversJuly flowers, lavender yellow whiteWhispering brookNature given to those that goesTo god in the mountains

Green Mountain, NCVillage on the Cane RiverIs really smallA post office

A grocery storeA house decorated with petunia andcucumbers draped into the narrow main street.

Burnsville, NCBurnsville comes alive on Saturday nightAs the sun sets the mountains glowCars circle round town squareSmiling at girls, guys go byThey beamTrucks spruced cleanMe I’ll go to the fudge shopSaturday dreamA cone of home made cream

Walnut CreekUp the road on a steep gradeBy Walnut Creek toThe top of mountainDown to Spillcorn CreekTall summer flowersGoldenrod, stock and phlox.

To Marshall, N.C.Exit the fast paced freewayDrive a winding river roadOnce a thriving railroad townNow bypassedDowntown of about four blocksCars fill every nicheMen sitting on a benchPraising the passing womenHeaded to the cafe for lunch.

Frontal passageFrom west to eastOur weather comesAt times gentle, at times mightyNovember cold frontsMove at record speedsSucked to the ground

A steep pressure dropReal time weather on my computer scares meOutside dreadful grey cloudsGusty windsTornado warningMove out. Hit the cellar.

AttentionThe cursor blinks slowlyI set it that way to trackThe slow flow of my mind my heart bareMy soul locked in disbelief in a way a reliefStilled from gut wrenching agonyRationalizing unaccepted words spokenNot universal truthTears come one at a time then a delugeI long to be released. I long for reliefA final truth the final acceptance god's will

Ponderosa Pine SunsetJagged rangeRidge crest mergePeaks spires unendingFading red cloudsPink lavender on the horizon.

I seek change; embrace the undiscovered; getexcited about meeting and developing relations withnew people; relaxing, listening and learning to enjoyevery aspect of life; of ascending to new vistas bothof the universe and my body. I can experience a newlevel of consciences and I aspire to encounterquantum motions. Move into the realm where atoms

are born, leptons lurch at quarks and noble neutrinosstreak through galaxies; where clusters of stars;supernovas abound and black holes cannot stopmy success. For I feel and I am a creative forceof immense proportions. I enjoy the 50 trillion cellsin my body and am a part of the 50 trillion galaxiesof this universe.

TRM. WHO ARE YOUI've known part of you since 1988We meet in the rain on that dreary November dayAt a water fountainLooking down you were glittering up at mePicking up your penHolding you I turned to a soundThe zoo animals it seemsLong for their dry homeGiraffes, elephants and rhinosHuddle for shelter from winter rainTaken from the veldt,As was this gold to plate your pen

Middle march morningBirds chirp, leaves bud, the warming soil filled with seedlingsThe miracle of spring awakens my spiritPretty purple pansies, tall tulips, and durable daffodil.Enjoy the soaking showerThe dirt, the soil, the earthMy primordial soul is filled.

Interstate reliefExit Waterville if you willStretch your body and your soul

Kayaks caught in swirling poolsI take a Blue Ridge Mountain trailWalk in the forest of springA swaying bridge crosses a brookBoulders, cascades and waterfallsRhododendron, trillium, ferns and lavender blue geraniumsForest heaven I will enjoy again on the road home.

Taxing monthsEach year I toil to MayBefore I payKeep enough to make a stewWhile newt conjuring a witch’s brewThe bureaucracyThe forceIts tentacles enfoldI struggle I looseTo complain will not aggravateFor the force fells not my pain. .

Travel and you will seeThe way it used to beStairs and galaxies open heavens' gate.Our home-milky way and beyond.Our galaxy whereOne star gives life to earthEarth gives birth to water, air and soilSoil - the parent of plants and creatures of all kind.

DirectionsFreeway or pristine pathsInterstate or bifurcating winding laneA gentle level, grade or mountainous withprecipitous embankmentsOriented or wanderingTravel cobblestone streets or smooth paved freeways.A beginning or end

Never middleEnjoy pain agelessGrowth resurgent singularitySinceritySpiral soft or hardPutty or concretePliant spineless blob.

FreeUnchained from perfectionInspectionComplete detectionFree from fixingDelight in mixingLittle reflectionCarping to no availThe end of a common tale

SymphonyThe breeze ephemeralElusive to my hand, butBrings the rose to me.Plays a symphony of leaves.Accompanies chirping cardinals.Cools my skinLandscapes the clouds

As it isEvolutionGod's intention not interventionBetter ways to changeThe gnarled eroded coastal cypressRoot radiating from a just pulled weedThe complex biochemical brewMan too his genes, his characterHis personality revealsChaotic beauty and simple order

Picking daisiesLets my soul unfoldSeeing pansies puts my heart at easeThe fragrance of yellow rosesSoaks my soul in sweet essence.But weeding wins me wisdom

TimeIs elusive, flexible and personal andAll that I really truly haveMeasured by the nanosecondMy time is not for youI do not sense your directionsPassage slowmy agony with fearOr fast, burst of joy from river rapids under a full moonAbsolute onceNow dimensional eventsDetermine time passageTime with spaceOrders our happeningsGravity - the master of both time and lightGravity clocks each spotBends time and space

This old propertyGranite the foundation 500 million yearsSoil 5 million years of weatheringCinder, coal and ashes from 50 years or coal burning trainsOil dumped from carsGarbage - broken plates and medicine bottles blue.

Instant isPounding heart in love with lifeThe bee’s nectar needsTemptationCommercialsTurn offGravity’s toeholdA hawk overheadSplit the second for quarks and thingsSeveral singularitiesTwinkling of my grandmothers blue eyes

Headlines I deliveredHILLARY SCALES MT. EVERESTMIGS BATTLE U.S.JETS ON THE YALLOEISENHOWER RE-ELECTEDThe afternoon bus from Charlotte belched dieselA driver opens the storage bay at the curving curbAnd throws my papersBound with tight wiresLugged to the shade of the nearby oak treea choice - rubber bands or square foldInto the bike basketTime to ride,the route is steepHills and valleysDogs bite at my dungareesup and down I stop onlyto sell subscriptionsfor prizes and travel to a stock car race,to Charlotte and Washington, DC

Shapes and sensesTaste the triangleSmell the symmetry of a sphere.Left brain thinkingGive peace and harmonymusic soothes meGives meSerotonin serenityMakes me at peace with my worldMy springCool breezes;Fluttering yellow, blue and black swallowtailsOn lavender rhododendron blossoms;Nectar filled salviaGive their essence,Ferns uncurl to warm sunshineEach giving

each receiving all.

FlowersHave a happy day;One thing flowers can so beautifully say.A guide to the heartGiven in part to impressBut here more I’m sure to suggestThe essence of my thoughtsIn you I findOne whose heart is kindSeems to know her mindWho always looks divine?

PERSONAL RELATIONSHIPS

SingularityYou are so special to me;A delight beyond the bounds of earth,A woman of exotic sensual desire;Sumptuous of mind and body.The ultimate terrestrial beauty.Glowing eyes glisten like dew on lilac orchids;Sparkling like precious jewels.Your smile lifts my heart.Skin softer than the finest silk.Touching you ignites me to fiery stellar fury and fusion followed byImmediate transformation too icy cold of turbulent thunder clouds.Conglomerated delight and agony;I reel in spiraling galactic dimensions.Kisses from your lips sear and elate me,Sweeter than nectar from all the flowers that ever bloomed.I quiver; my pulse races; my temperature climbs

My tortuous agony is relieved by your touch, your eyes and your lips;delectable joy and contentment overwhelm me;I feel a symphony played by all the songbirds and cathedral chimes in unison.You are more electrifying and inspiring than the tallest rocky peaks and as soothing as an alpine meadow.You are for me the azimuth of universal splendor,Rapture and passion.With you, I am moved beyond all bounds.I approach singularity.

DelightGive me your hand and if our hearts too touchLet us journey into fields of autumn grainShare some kind words,Make some treasured memories.To me you are more beautiful thana rainbow stretching from horizon to heaven.Unprecedented loveliness.A woman of uncommon delight.Lovelier than millions of lustrous flawless jewels.I marvel at your brilliance and radianceHolding you casts me beyond all limitsOf pleasure and passion;Astronomically expansive and infinitely joyous.You are to me more sensual than millions.Sweeter than thousandsI reel in unfathomable euphoria.

Conflict

Students freely protested our involvementOur solders fought on for yearsTheir lives and limbs they invested.Their families shed many tearsHere to honor them is our intentTo still our soul; to repent.Their spirit and valor here resideTheir gift to freedom here abides.As I touch these letters etched deep in stone;Names etched deep in a long black wall stone wallI know now where their souls have gone.

SeasonsCold harsh winter mirrorsThe painThe troubles we enduredWarm spring the growth we sharedDared to beSummer hot with passion we thought would be everlastingNow in the autumn of our lives like the falling leavesTogether but released from steadfast hold.We share joy and sorrow

Separate but acceptingCourage is giving up an impossible love;Heartbreak forgiven;A healed heart with treasured memories.Life is for this moment;Live today not with past anguish or with delight;But with humility, daring and determination.Look hopefully to the future;But do not try to live in it.

Reflections of reflections

Looking out I see reflections in the glassReflections of reflectionsCould I to that side past,There in that time and space bask;Would I see reflections of reflections?Or reflections of realityReality rendered into a detectable and ascertainable;But here I sit subjected to others critical inspectionsTo my own multiple imperfections.

GossipGossip is a nasty thing.From it all types of untruths springFacts have a way of getting bentBy those the truth they intend to representCould it be they are not with life content?By spreading words they resent.Words like seeds sown grow fast.So sow in nice neat truthful rows, for there is no chance to hoe

ApologyI get all uptight here all alone at nightBecause you are nowhere in sightI love you with all of my might;I was wrong and see the lightIt's no sin to yield, to give, to bendPlease forgive me and accept this love to you that I send.

Again and againNothing in life is permanentShort presence on this firmamentA ticket you can declineAnd with your exit you recline

You have been here beforeYou'll be here againOn that fact you can dependThe master plan is uniqueSo who are we to critique?You will be refined;Apart of you to lime in to slimeIt's not sublimeYou live only this secondA cosmic voyager, most majestic most mundane.You can only smile, frown, cry, laugh, dieWhen heart and soul merge life is better.

How can you presume my dignity?I alone know my vicissitudes,My scars I hide the armor I wearMy dignity is inward.Not respect or paltry possessions; some so dearly covet and loveMy dignity is in my failures,My growthOnly I appreciate my dignity

CharmedTo be instantly charmed should be cause for alarmHow, you say can it harm?You try hard to impressWere at your very best.View her as a challenge, a test, a quest,No more, no less but a vision of her face smiles in your mindLeave there is still timeAnd you are hurt because she failed the testYour hopes and dreams invest.This is hard to confess.For love at first sight usually is heartbreak at daylightWhile love that slowly brew and stews is love that endures.

Buds and memoriesPurple buds spring radiant with nectarWispy ice crystal white clouds fill the sky,Above the ground on which we lie.Millions of song notes and chimes in unisonSolemnize our symphony of celestial ecstasy.Touching you both blazesMy heart and tortures my soulOur union of outrageous splendorA memory to hold through eternity.

TouchTwo tortured hearts try to touchHearts tattered by turbulent timesTrying to transcendMultitudes of troublesTouching in tender tranquility they seek to unifyEach fearing but hoping.Love even love lost, last for lifeWhen you treasure tender touches.Let longing love live, let it bear. Though your heart it may tearYou'll only know contentment when you care, dare to share, life and love.

RiverTurbulent waters,Flow in a granite gorge,Into a creek, rivers named Catawba, Congaree, and cooper to the ocean shore.An endless battle ragesEnduring grains of sand are rounded by incessant pounding, covered, buried, and pressed

Changed in size and formShifting continents collideUplifted mighty mountains highTheir story to be read in craggy sandstone spiresSeeds for yet another shore

StormA tunnel of blue sky replaces the gray black and orangeWhite thundering lightingA field of flowers fluttering in a gentle breezeDaisies, daffodils and dogwoodsMixed fragrance of moist soil and earth and damp flowersGurgle and swash of rising watersCovering velvet green moss covered rocks

Plastic flowersPlastic flowers they last a million hours; quickly they surround youAre never rearranged so they never seem to changeThey are over your head after you are deadAfter all words have been said.Even when you trash, they last and last and last.

DodgeBe thoughtful when you are smitten,Else you may get bitten.Well on this I have writtenI’m certain logic is thereEven when totally hiddenWho will be your date?You search and search for someone to whom you can relateFor you what is your fate?Who ends up as your mate when in a spat?Who hits you with your plates?

STRANDS OF REINFORCED ENDURANCEBuild your web of life with strong strands,Positive attitudes and communicationReinforce the web to repel invading resentment, evil,Silence, fear and guilt.Only the strong catch tender touches, love, self-esteem, self -control and success shore up your soul for times of immense strain

Times pastTo reflect on the pastChanges not one iota today's truthsA spring romanceLove fulfilledA boy's cribA family fragmentedA young man aspiringA father’s love rejectedDeep despairUnanswered prayersUnanswered lettersRejectionFate has been contagiousBeen perpetuated by me

A rose buds memoryFrom the petals tightly wrappedA bud unfurls slowly to giveIts fragrance and transient loveliness.Opened, nothing, not even the tenderness nurture,Not even your heartbeat can stay the wiltIts joy can be held next to your heart,Its memory yours for life.

River springRustling lush leaves of spring.

Tower above massive lichen covered rocksSlow flowing blue green waters.An omnipotent resounding spirit lifts meAbounding love fills and embellishes the beauty of lifeOrderMill microns we can not seeA burning bath to join chains so greatSo complex yet simpleMidway between microns and multigalactic clusters

EveningLilac cherry pink and mauveThe sun sinks into the seaMotionless palms breaking waves and ivory white sandsMarsh frogs croakAn early evening symphony pelicans glide in effortless unisonPrecipice of white boiling mistA melody of cascading harmonySensual succulent

MaelstromAn earth once virgin,trees clear streams flowing into teeming oceansRaped, torturedCesspools our wasteful waysOzone, acid rainUnfit watersGreedGreed; unending waste

Will I ever find?I've tried the up-scale barsStrange women use them as liarsWhere can I findone who does not judge me by my car?Say what is on her mind?Will not ask about your signOne woman who is kind

Who has a nice behind?one who can design her mind?Can her own checks, sign?This creature will I ever find

BACK INTO TIME100 years agoMan drilled anchor bolts in graniteBuilt dams to divert the rivers flow1000 years ago.Americans made points and pottery1 million years ago.River rocks are rounded100 million years ago.In a real Jurassic parkDinosaurs swaging their tailsMoved across mud flats to the east600 million years agoVolcanoes surged and blew their tops6 billion years ago.A new gaseous disk birthed planet earth10 billion years ago.A universe young to the touch100 billion years ago I do not know butToday tons of garbage litters the river's shoreWater unfit to drinkIn only 200 years of industrial man’s generous care

Nurture the soil and it will yield - foodThe family it will yield -loveThe community - it will growThe nation - it will become community.

Each grain of sand on the ocean shore reminds me that I too am essential to the flow of this

second of cosmological clockwork that I am absolutely loved by God from singularity through eternity.

Slot canyonsMixed hues and shades of mauve, orange, yellow;In the ever changing shadowsA story told in vertical walls of grittyJurassic quartz and ironForces split and rockedSlowly sculptured by the floods from summer stormsFor eons cut and carvedGrains are roundedBy incessant poundingLeft to returnTo a future shoreFar beyond the rivers roar.

Play backSpreading cracks opened by unending tumultuous tremorsSo slow witnesses to the chaos, evolved around itTo stand for hours and see the drama of eonsWhat a sight it would beHill and valley come and go,Peaks arise and setSea and plains and mountains meet

Summer cloud stormA slate grey and snow white pale orange-topped solitary bilious cumulus cloud in late evening presents for meA private July firework display inside and out the bolt so resoluteStrikes with furyYellow magma orange and stellar white

A planet transformed, blood red charred forged

Swamp sand and salesStill flowing river of grassPungent black earthThe swamp the mire of life all its complicationI will always be wholly dedicatedTo stay far from the edgeTo get involved is to be pulled in sand so slowlySinking so subtleyou definitely sink and sink.

MindToo much introspection andNot enough reflection or connectionsDetection dialogue and discourseI seek the boundary to the soulEmerge explore and transformExtend my spirit beyond universal limits

Clear-cutClear-cut cleanOur once lovely landNow lies in landfillsForest chewed to chips,For amber waves of bill boards displaysSlick Saturn’s ads with their workersIn incinerated ash and we seeA sea of neon tubes. Where once we enjoyed the stars.

Lust of lifeEngulf meSear my soulSweating heat buildsTo an exhausting exhaustive exacting explosivemy tormented tendons find reliefI worked so hard

Now a triple delight of sound, sight and smellSeductive flowers and herbs are mineAnd the bees

PeaksSawtooth spiresPierce the dark lavender clouded sky.At the edge of the treeless white glacial crackling ice. A mixing of all that is good.Florescent yellow lichens enjoy the frigid air beside me.The only sign of life,Restless windGentle to bracing and bitingsweeps down.Unending endless demands swamp my mindtear at any serenity.

PeacePeace has its priceWhere will all the weapons go?The warriorsUnemployedAn economy for 55 yearsWars and tearsUnending nuclear fears

WordsThe startOf my ancestral heraldryGrunt squallSquawkOh, ah, eh. WhoaFearsFireWarmed the snowsmiles of joyGooda ump us cut from stone

KindHow do I a love so supine findA woman who is kind

Tell meHow this creature do I defineBy practical meansby designHow my thinking realign.

Dubious distinctionIncontrovertible iconoclast of impotencya pittanceA plethora of praise please.Vacuous voices voluting volumesIn a vacuum of voidsUmbically unitedStalwartly staringSeeing shooting stars.Depleted devoid denudedContagiously crotchetyConnubial convivially cavorting,

ImploreI ineffectively but explicitly implore youSqualls fall on deafness of silent time,Adulterated by the anguish of my penury acceptanceDamn it, it hurts.In the moment I comply.I do I doIn this world are many lies.Yet our hope supplies a ladder of diversionWe ascend or descendClimb down the steps or journey to the pinnacleOur friends who care implore us be gentleTo step out and love the life of time

In concert with the seasonsChange is all of lifeWe know but we fight itLeaves loose color and fallHour dayBloom on spring

October waningRed sand stone spiresSpread in clusters across the valleyDark stillness broken by sparkles of stars andThe waning harvest moon.A flash across the sky catches my eyeA bracelet of light descends to the horizonAll that we will be and all that we will seeNature’s pragmatic empiricism

The barSmoke stifles me.I stand in total disbelief.I adjust.Noise; I mean musicLoudly proclaims the song "Stroking"Looking aboutThe loneliness is disguisedThe covering of affluenceAlmost hides the pain.The fate of fellow travelersLips painted in bright near florescent hydrocarbon tars,Hair stiff to the touch by ozone depleting fluorocarbons.Elevator shoes and toupees.A meat market for lusting flesh.A meal ticket to eternal blissPicked or rejectedThey awake alone.Boy are they pissed.Not missed.

EverythingEverything that wasThat could not beCould have beenShould have beenWasThe chasm of strifeThe cliff of discontent

The shame of shame.Cracks in graniteOur journey began with cracksA cesspool of metals and putrid gasOur distant siblings living inAzure blue silenceClear soft as fetal fluidComfortable contented

SoulsAll the lost souls have goneTo a place of blithe voidsTruly incomprehensibleAbsolute voidNothingBaffling to my mindEmptinessEnergizes matter less voidHow there does the souls shineYours and mineEnergies of which we dare not presumeEternal and mercurialUltimate free spiritEmpty even of spaceA nether either land of void is my only future.So where is your faith?Your god granted faithWhere is my trust?

EmbraceAs I embrace the horizonMy spirit soarsPinnacles of craggy bare grey granite spiresTriangular peaks pierce upward to the heavens.Vastness majestic black and white covered peaksGlacial blue icy valleysCut by crevasses deep and wideReflected from the rockEver changing orange grey tonesBroken only by ice and nerveHeld on the precipitous slopes

Climbing upA penetrating cold forces reality to the mind.The challenge,The body the mind the soul become onePowerful release of overwhelming euphoriaA sky full of starsDew on the first flowers of dawn.Clinging to a precipitous slopeCold strong stone

Ogualla aquifer I drink to timesWater from this well is snow falling on icy slopesOf the high RockiesThe spring thawA trickleA torrentOut onto the plainsSeeping into the soilDown, down, gravity, downDeep wellsIts water crystal clearflowed sinceAfrican forbearsSiberian passagesWars by regal ruling lines long lostMayan and Greek templesA cool sweet elixir.now irrigates barley and cornTransform this prairieInto land of rich rewardSweetness now turning to bitternessUsed upEons of makingOnly decades of taking

Sycamore grove on buttercup creekMy fire dies downThe ebbing embers shineEarly morning sky shines

Through the rustling spring leavesApril's winds chill meBut to is the uprising desert airGrowing heatThe tilted massive trunks break apartThe low lit sky

LichensUnder foot they surviveCurly crunchyTheir circles spread coloring the rockA union that worksIn concertMillenniums pastWe know either taskThe connection from the air to the rockIn concert

Cold winter dayBare treesLeaves swept awayDreary shivering dampnessI dream of daffodils.Early sunlit morningRest these shot cold winter daysWatch the sun rise and trail the horizon.Solstice to equinox and againSavor this season the stillness of spirit

Southern skiesTime and space given to the mind of manUniversallyBeyond this universeMaybe clusters of universes

HistoryTurbulent waters flow in a granite gorge.Twenty miles – falls - rapids - cascades

Sweeping with fury and power,Cutting downImpeded by resilient rockRugged islands.For millennia man left his markThings from the past are easy to findCanals, dams, an arsenal, a fortAn abattoir station, dip tanks,Points and pottery piecesPoint to a past of pastoral habitatsWater diverted in the name of progressMan's interventionMan's presence on this pleasant mileTowers for electricityTurkey and deer still share the crestOf an island spine above the Rocky River bedPrecipitous slope drop to the damI stand in fragrant mountain laurel.

AppalachiansA spine of timeBorn so very long a goSands along an ancient shore of time and spaceHissing fiery volcanoesFragments from the fractured abyssMountain miles highTumble into the seaSand for another shoreTo sink,To rise again and again

Cosmic rapture spiritual captureLead me to ethereal dimensionsBold breathing in creativityFree of insane tensionsSpiraling unabated to the limits of my soulTorrents

With eddies of placidBalanced change to moldSpectral glow a fiery furnace of creation the plan hiddenFrom the mind of man planning his hand

Does god do dualism?As I exit my soulMy feelings explodeBold as I breathe in creative lustI am total-- yet I am not godI live yet I let goI seek yet what is there to find.I am joyous in sadnessI stayed in my hellLight traverses spaceyet only time mattersThe universe is endlessyet we are constrained by light;I free myself of words of feelingsyet I feel

TimeSo elusiveSo utterly simpleCould I get along without it?No tick tock clocks; no striking measures.No secondary abruptness,No late minutes,No glass filled hoursA constant cosmic flowNo haste-- the speed of lightThat's the heightTime moves or is it spaceabstract yet real.

The riverOn mountains high,Grumbling glaciers melt.Tricking waters build and surge to foaming majestic waterfallsRapids and banks; rust red;Rock red as cinnabar sunsetMeanders, arches, spires

Out onto prairie meadows,The storm the rain, the smell of summer grainFlow on gently on pastWetlands filled with cloud white and canary yellow flowersThe stillness reflecting. Cypress and lavender clouds.Through the bay and inlets,To the unrelenting ocean shore.

Life in the spiritual laneSeek an open spirit free of anxiety, egotism or regrets.Let go of shallow duplicity, pride, rebellion, guilt and all shame.God’s rapture is open to meFaith provides the absolute simple roadWhite so pureFailures happen; grey black, with the smells of wet ashes.The stench of squalid shattered hopeQuell the soulIt is me whom I blameJump into a cesspool of shameNo merit can I claim?My soul that I maimMy ultimate vestige of hope

My memoriesI plant a rose to sayAs a way to replayA technicolor memoryOf a mid February daySome say that saints and love are oneYears pastnow a June afternoonA smile so warm and sweetLoving hearts when our eyes did meetLove does not surviveIn hearts miles and miles apartThis rose is to say how much I enjoyed those days

days late in may.This bush I pray will grows that on a summer dayI will see a lovely smile today.

EarthquakePlanetary plates moveThey do control our fateCities at their boundariesSubjected to be trashedBuilding again we learnOur mistakes, what engineering it takes?To stay and fight the battleIs it sane to stay?To me there is no wayAccept it get out of the wayIt will not get any better a future day

Paradoxesnature responds to chaotic change,We call then lawsI am total yet I am not god.Life ends yet the processes are endlessFear is necessary yet it destroysAt singularity I am nowhere yet nothing is every whereAt absolutely zero I came to beThe universe is endless yet we are chained by light;Free of feelings yet I feel.The universe is endlessYet I am constrained by lightI free myself of words of feelingsYet I feel.I am directionless yet I sense

Spirits risingMarch's longer daysSend me out to playEnliven my soulMake me kind of bold

To work outsideSome think it hardIs really quite a joyLike kids with their toys

Automatic telephoneOh how it pains my soul to be placed on non-Mozart holdThe way that they make me waitThey could provide an odeTo spend my time in circles of circlesPassels of peopleSecuring their itty-bitty self serving nicheNot the nation’s needsPublic servantsA word they've never heardMy ears and arms are soreThe language they speak is such a boreTheir actions we should deploreThey seem to only want to regulateStacks and books defeat the taskWhile the environment continues to devastateI would like to think that in my timeWe would progressTo the job at hand.

My power struggles are so muteI remember these words and I compareMy situation toThe stars the skyThe vast unending space I am setTo drift in that unfathomable ocean.Uncharted infiniteMan can quest even when he has to guess.

DesertExtremes in every respectMysterious

Man evolved on their marginsToday that enigma and its hidden wealth sustain his trialsA sea of unending and saluting rounded sandWinds that howlPlants that occasionally fix a momentary permanenceFueled only by water s of years ago.

Family tiesLong, so long ago when my Devonian brothers and sistersWiggled out of an emerging sea onto the land

SearchingI climb up steep rustling bald grassy slopesIn bloom with rhododendron searchingWhy spiraling galaxies collide in the vast infinity of space?Why my heart hurts for a broken thin ten-ton slab of flood rafted rock?Answers elude meI seek, I climbWhy children must pain and suffer in a world of plentyAching with pain I let goI seek truths yet do I really want to know?

StillnessIs masterful music moving my soul?The air damp across my skin.Serene soulfulnessThe river at the oceans edgeThe night sky whirling awayDeath sad soulfulness yet life is born again.

Sun

I feel your power I feel your presenceEach day watch you slowly arc across the skyThe power of colliding atoms fueling your furnaceLife to this rocky sphereEnergy for all that isAnd everything that will beOver eons your energy has been heldToday we use it to sustained usTrapping here on this sphere eons of your strength oil coalYou trigger new growth in plants as you arc.Let me be packaged and exchange all with you

More than the daily toilEscape our prisons made with rancid psycheMore than dead dreamsTenderness and empathySlow resolvePicture, pictures of the past.Time past.Before youBefore meBefore the earth wasBefore our Milky Way home wasQuasar is 13 billion years old.When the universe was youngWe can not seeTheoreticallyI am vintage quarksFamilies of threeNo where else to be

NurtureThe soil and the water nurture the plantsI am nurture with daily doses of positive powerFeel the calming breezeI sense the presence of joyful being

The force of my creatorAn energy rejuvenates me and instills acceptanceI do not understand the undefined

Alpine tundraSeed sown in grave, rocky crevassesThe only placeBelow the creaking crackling glacierFlowering bright in the summer so briefFierce winds force the flowers to hug the rocks

Moments of MozartMusic mystifies meMy mind is joinedTo the composerThe tempo and the movementsAnd notes of the ponderous gentle wailing

VictorsI feel the pain of Guadalcanal,Sieges at Leningrad and LondonFacesOld faces of valorSurvivors of hellDo not forget them as soldersRemember names in stoneWe must always remember them as victorsAs pages of living history

Slow and unwantedHow I was made to feelThis mark freezes my psycheI pain when criticizedI have the resources to re-wirethose neuronal cast of steelSyntactic memories caused by pain.God lets me make the correct perception.

Summer sunrise -summer sunsetDew diamonds spark the frilly tall cosmosA humid breeze silver grass bladesEarly working birds enjoys my strawberriesPurple dahlias by the rail fence nod their struggle in the stony soil unsung.My coffee cools as I enjoyMoss rose opens to salute the sunHoneysuckle fill the damp airA billowing milky white cloud swells; pieces dance togetherSpears of florescence orange poppies clock the sunA clump of pinks say notice meA solitary dandelion says I too am prettyWeary under the inconsiderate heatday-lilies rest quietly never unabatedUnfurling burgundy rosesBudding unpretentious marigolds thrive.A solitary red carnation cling to the rock wall.A sunflower inches skyward every dayFour o’clock perfumed the early night skyThe day is done with the early night sky filled with galaxies.A peaceful contentment centers in my soul.

My gardens speakSpears of florescence orange poppies say see you later.A clump of pinks say notice meThe sweet fragrance of honeysuckle fills morning air

Curly arms of sweet peas entwined.Breezes sways the blades of grassA pigeon enjoys my strawberriesA solitary dandelion says I too am pretty I have valueUnfurling burgundy roses on the knob think they are better than budding unpretentious marigolds.Burnt orange and red nasturtium nod by the rocksA solitary sunflower inches skyward every dayAll give to me peaceful contenting flow to the center of my soul.

Marble memoryWhile digging in the moist dark brown soilI found a swirl orange marbleThe ticket to a memory movieBoys of eight and tenShooting marblesAfter boring schoolA triangle or circle is scratched in the sand and gravelA pocket of glassy spheresOne very specialKeep in the fistYour lucky shooterFour important decisions in every game.Play with glass or steelRoll the line determined to make a good toss.Position the shoot and not to stickThe excitement of a winThe tears of loss

AddressWhere do I live?Well my address isToo long to print

When telemarketers askI start bigThe universe I sayExactly were well it s all relativeSome where in the Virgo clusterIn the local groupNext to the large Magellan cloudThe Milky Way galaxyTwo third from the center near a minor starNeighboring to alpha Centaurus 4.2 m.l.y. AwayAn m type red dwarfLike 70 % of all stars100 times bigger than JupiterOne of billions aroundOn a planetOn a tectonic plateNear the boundary with a micro-plateIn a province ruled by big, medium and little government.

FutureSo you see my elemental fateMy soul mate is a dateWith the end of time.A paltry 15 billion years hence

David's in thereThe stone speaksEons in the makingThe whitest whiteTiny tiny sea creaturesDie and fallBillions billionsBuried, pressed, pushed deeperWarmed to a sticky stewTo crystallize beneath the alpine mountainsWhitest white marbleCarved and worked for two millenniumSlaves died digging blocksArtisans carved the emperorstall columns and archesMichelangelo felt the form

The characterIn the block he saw David.

Thoughts of immortalityUniversal thought passage; to be part of the cycle of balanceSoul cosmic coincidenceA soul why?Compelled comprehend.Not physically invincible but geochemically recycling is inevitable and is indispensable.

A tunnel of blue sky replaces the grey black and orange war of thunder and lighting

JourneyEven as we sit we ridePulled endlessly flowing at light year speedThe earth rotation its annual revolutionA wobble and a waddle in our universal journeyOur galaxy a travelingOur cluster is unravelingAs we speed the time to come willBack in time and space

PhysicsA particle stew six quarks six leptonsFrom them everything came to seeHow I came to beElectrons are not basicA creature of the hand of timeI go with packs and stacks of quarksAs fleas have fleasQuarks upon quarksIt is hard to find a simple quarkFor they travel in threesin treesBut also in bees in stairs and hair

Named up, down, strange and charmThey also come in colors you can not seeColors that can not be for quarks can not be seenQuarks like to congregate and interactInside hadrons enslavedThe gut knows.

HomeResiding on a minor planetNear an ordinary starIn a simple spiral galaxyA child of godI envisionThe vastness beyondOur sun our home planet, this galaxyCluster, cluster of clusterA wall of galaxiesExpanding foreverInfinite time and deep spaceSingularityNothing is everywhereEverywhere is zeroYet it all came to beMe biochemical reactionsOrder from nothingA sea of baryonsIncreasing in abundance

Two above zeroWorking at two above zeroIs not going to make you a heroIt would be nice to call up NeroTo fiddle up a fire.

PastBlame it on the pastYou can touch that painWe all know a trek back is vainThe characters buried do not hearYou must these overcomeElse you will succumb.

November dividendsFlowering I know will not lastFull bloom is gone butWith mystical and cosmic faithI sow this season seeds in mid SeptemberOctober seedlings emergeGrowing fastThey flower before the first frost?Pruned cosmos bloom on new growthA bee probes the flower pod for pollenA low sun casts shadows shades of grey-blueSeasons blend and meldFlow in natural harmony

DichotomyWhy do I strive for perfection? I am imperfect!Why correct mistakes with shame I’m human!Why do I seek balance? I am the product of eons of disequilibrium and retooling.Why do I fight rejection? I am the cast out die of change.Why do I detest sloth? My progress has been miniscule.

Idle thoughtsCatastrophic events have polluted this planet more than anthropomorphic exploitationsPlanetary impact has provided us asteroidal metalsComets increased co2Rocks saved in geological epochs

Early morning late summer stormRumbling tumbling thunder rolls across the skyA flash a crash, a symphonyFlying below grey clouds, birds squawk

Sense the power, the northbound gustRain, a bolt, energy

DepressedDendrites of my soulPull in ways untoldFear forced reactionsVictim of my own dependencyDesigned by depressionFusion of years of pains,Havoc flares up akin toGalaxies ablazeThe force of feelings forgedFrom a molded slimy festering stewof boiling anger and indecisivenessDestroying the beauty of life’s grand design,

Plastered into this mindA double spiral architecturalStructureSimplest to complexStrength of our heraldries in the curving ladderReplicated by the unfolding

VisitorsRocks are drilled, cut and polishedMarking terrestrial immortalityField of stones across rising knollsEtched with years and sentimental wordsMixed monoliths reflect the sun and mirror today’s cloudsOthers come to share spiritsI go in fields of poppies and cloverTo a rustling mountain creek,Walking over soil and weathered rocky spires,To touch the other side..

PoetA poet is suppose to know the meter and the flowSuppose to write contentThrow in sentimentWhen all emotional energy is spentMust his words cut unrelentingly?Zap them with delete so iambic is pentameterCut out this and that so meter will not peterWhen the job is doneThe verse is terseThe critic says it is a relief not griefThe poem is filledwith nary a word tarry.

Rock pavementsExposed hard bare granite,A hostile habitatSedge, gnarled and stunted cedars grow in narrow rock cracksPatches of moss and lichens create new rocky soilFor islands of new growthPlants to survive the rock.

ArchesFine sand along a Triassic beachEons ago dunes drifted along the shoreBuilt and slowly roseBuried pressed and cemented solidPlateau rises highCarved into canyons deepCutting rivers meanderTo undercut the rock leaving arches

World aliveI find serenity in the wind,

Joy in the tumbling gurgling rapidsMy heart is overwhelmed by a heron,A fading flowerA pebble wedged into a rocky crevasse.I feel the seasonsTravel mountains, plains and coasts

No calendar neededWe journey on a rocky rideA circle of seasonsThe light of lifeSummer warms my soulShorter days of fallYield to the low rays of winterI search for southern exposureAs each rising dayNo calendar do I need to know those days will be graySo I recall that summer pastThe spring soon to benow pour over seed catalogs.

LandThe land, parents its childrenIts water; its soil and abundant life.The land speaks to meTells me of balance and calmTells me of painA story of hope.Land is held in trustNot owned, lives longer than usFor we are its dust

MornEarly morning dampnessMy soul is moved by the simpleBy the profoundLate summer turns to fall in the hours sun turns the fog to mistA dew droplet merges on blade on grass

TieI loss control of my principles,My scruplesI bought a designer tiePaid good money for initialsOf someone I do not knowTo impressI guessNow, aren't you ashamed?Letting your principles go lameYou must have been temporarily insaneFor you could have some changeNot another tie to arrange.

Plateau’s of all dimensionLife gives us the choice to win or looseTo climb steep cliffsTo reach plateausFind fields of dreamsTo look to the horizonRest then begin our next journeyEvery fear we conquer takes us closer toA meadow with gentle rolling hills of serenity

Beach sandsTrack back and forth like each breathRipple like each heartbeatWith unending motion give unique transitory and temporarily serenitySparkling like stars on bright summer nightMostly white and pink but I’ve walked on blackThey crunch under foot or squish between my toesCrest and trough come in all sizes,Like the challenge of our humble livesMan's first took flight from wind blown dunes

Grains of all the ocean shores and those held in the rocks. As unique as all the people in all the planets of the universe

A sugar cubeIts atoms can not be countedIn a thousand lifetimesAlmost infinite for usEqual to the number of galaxies?Us - each sugar and spiceNot only these carbohydratesBut spiraling protein in infinite combinations.Part of the master plan of grand design

ScoreI've been here beforeWho’s keeping score?Calendar and seasonsWe know the absolute reasonA tilted ride around the sunIn one year it’s doneDays not miles we keepLove, kindness peace we weep23 degrees that's not steepIn winter we don't fall offThis ride we take in strideTickets are free there is no feeEach day is all we pay to take this tripwe can not skip,

Cloud showAcross a southeast skyClouds came drifting byStop and watchA wispy white parade of imaginationThey spreadThey flowThey growBunny a dogBoilingWhen the wind slowsSo does the magic show

New elementElementary atomsBasic building blocks of matterUp to 92First an atomic war six moreFunds to find Fermi, StanfordHigh energy accelerators the fight to makeThe more they crashThe more they find now 110A trail of energy on photographic platesKeep score by minute half-livesRival research groups throw together results overnightGlory not the whole storyWhen will it end?Clues to the universal startMesons quark zoo parent to universal time and space and us too

Is it real?I can not see it so how can it beI can not hear it so is it sound?I can not touch it so is it real?I can not taste it so why should I stewI can not drink it so no use to brew

Joys of joysA child's wailing cryField of poppies and daisesRainbow arching over jagged peaksBrilliance and fire of a precious gemSparkling nightSky filled with white, red and blue stars

In my doctor's telepresenceVirtual doctor please don't cut on that computer glitch

From your knob hill office that will be a bitchThen my achy tickerWhich was to you only a flicker?To me will be a fatal crashThat sucker you can then just trash.

CreateMan can make a treeHe knows the equations forUniversal evolution.But can man make me?

The spirit of singularlyI am seed of all creationThe first tick of the cosmological clockI am energy abating quarks, electrons, atoms.Molecules that replicate.The first virus, the first blue green algaeThe first fish,Three hundred thousand millennium ago.Amphibians, terrible lizards,The first mole hiding in a holeSurviving the great Cretaceous collision.

Gravity’s wellPencil point firm in gravity pullAn instant of timeNo choiceOne secondOnly a fulcrum of frictionThe direction of fallCan you look and tellFate befalls us.Life control of a microsecondLike the pencil on its point which has no choice.The fight against gravity is fruitless.So think before a pointed situation fails you.

There are choices leading to balance between

Up down ebb flowAttributes shortcomingsEven upheavalsGood badSerenity shameAccept blameSimple complexEnjoy punishTrust unforgivingCourage fearTick tockSmile frownHeartbreak delight

It’s a mystery to meYou hit it fastIt knocks you off your ask.When you hit it slowYou really want to go.Speed bump

GlaciersSharp, rough, strong unyielding grey black diorite; vertical rock spires.Carved by ash grey glaciersEons of grinding beneath the iceCrystal blue blocks breakFloat into the grey green lake

All in timeTimes arrow it is straight,It is true.Watch the day grow,Clock the sunRace the inchwormWith no quantum motionsWe and all cease to be; you and me

Tidal backwatersA gentle breeze rustles the reedsA young willow sings

Brown tannic waters undulate in ebbing unisonReflecting the pearly azure midday cloudsThe swamp flows endlessly to the shore

Desert stormDistant deepening grey black cloudsA valley stormHail and rain unendingDeceiving torrentsRip the sagebrushArroyos flash flood red for minutesThe sand has sponged the canyon.

TasteI just want you to knowI reap what you sowSo in your hasteClean up your wasteOr I will get the taste

Sequoia ashesFertile volcanic soilParented your fallen seed,Sprouting when Christ was born.Tall, so very tallAn eagles perchCut in your primeYour life but not your soul takenA grand house by the bayEnjoyed, then crumpled and burned.Ashes to settle into the sea.

High country autumn along Ash CreekFalling spiraling leavesLayer the cold and damp grey graniteCrevasses filled with dripping crystalFrozen to a white mirror

The cold stone sparklesDew on the rhododendronOn the ridgeRising sun warms the rock and me

SmokersWhy can't they learn?Light up and burnUntil brown their lungs turnIn the coffin they are laidAs the white silk fadesThe price paid

AugustLike a sauna coating everything.Any tiny breeze an elixirHair wilts under its weightA muggy hugging ziplock bag of humidity hangs.When the autumn air comes in my windowI be relieved

Road snakesIn the afternoon summer sunThey squiggle across the roadFrom left to right alwaysTo disappear in the grassYou can not outrunRoadkill none hereThere's nothing to smear.A reflection an illusionin the mindIs only where will you find.These squiggly snakes

TorsStacked boulders big and roundHow did they come to be?Let's take a moment to see. In eras pastMagma mushroomed up into the crustA volcano grewRocky plates slid, granite deep below

Thrust up from an ocean floorMajestic mountains highRiver cut and carvesCanyons deepreduced to plainsResistant rock rapids and fallsRains seep down cracks on slopesSoil erodedBoulders do not bulge.Until gravity underminesTors stacked on tors

Toe river valley up seven-mile ridgeIvy covered tulip treesCrystal clear rumbling rapidsPools with rounded rockWinding roads to rideUp the rocky mountain slope.In and out of cloudsLooking down past farms and fields

Wasted waysWe work and toil to make a placeThen our spoils blithe our landOur society just throws awayMetal minesCreosoteHazardous chemicalsAssorted auto partsRain runs across all this toxic wasteSee how our waters taste.Can we hope to for long this world survive?

Age of instant contactTelegraph to telephone in one hundred yearsTypewriter, multilith machineMicrofiches now a dinosaur.Fax was great but could we waitFrom mind to mind you must be kindSnail mail to e mail

MountainsStand in fields generous with raspberries.The fallen trees nurture the mushrooms and mossCrystal waters gushing over rapids

E-mailSent to the wrong personOnce it's read you could be deadFor sent to your bossYou may findThat you've been tossedYour job lostDon’t write when saucedCause the errorSent worldwideNo place for you to hide

MarigoldsYour late summer statue stand strongA sphere of limonite orange and regal carnotite yellowCrowns your radiating stalksYour special fragrance summons hoards of bees

West coastUp the West CoastCross spruce and fir covered ridgesBreaking out into sandy shoresAcross river rapidsPools filled with hungry troutCross beaver ponds into the surfRock stacks break the waves

Bow makerhidden listen the bow makerAs he crafts a long birch branch.The wood is creamy smoothTensioned to get powerSanded with pumice

Cured in the summer sunHis skill is generationalHe is reveredThe bow maker teaches his secretsTools for survival

OctoberA warm mid-day sun warms the last flowers of summer.An early morning frost chills the hills white.Warmed lake waters of mid-morning are covered by clouds of rising milky mist.Green leaves slowly yield to the seasonBurgundy, rust and beige spiral.Billowing azure clouds cross the crimson setting sunAs day fade a rising yellow harvest moon

Which would you rather be concrete or Jell-O?Unyielding, solid, staid and strong orFlexible, weak, liquid to any heat or pressureNeither would I treasure for me I’d like to be plastic man.

Piedmont bloom of late OctoberCool breezy morningsVelvet deep purple dahlias rejuvenate their bloomNewly planted pansies-yellow and velvet lavenderAmidst new generation of poppiesamong lingering late daisesPull and potPlace on a shielded south-facing wallPlants yield to lower temperatures and less light

SeasonsJoy of changeOf light and darkOf breeze and calmField and flowersRainbow colorsLeaves of green, yellow and redBrown empty branchesCreek rocks covered by crystal ice and snowBursting buds of tall tulipsMindMy mindWith joy and painVictories plus mistakesMastery mixed and meldedIn the endless sphere of time

Vision of Paineclouds encircle the precipitous pyramidsand spires of granite gneissTowering in summer suncrystals of melting snow reflected and sparkingMoistens my breadthin awe at this spectacular grandeurI climb to challenge my fearsDare to try, to goToward the temple of truth.

The last eastern buffaloParkway trees across the valley casting changing colorsFull of fall pleasure valleys filled with blazing colorsEach overlook is splendidThis one named buffaloA man whose name I forgetShot the last eastern buffalo in 1799That once roamed the eastern plains

Struggle

I cease to struggle against stronger forces.Accept life fateThe momentThe flowLike the falling yellow autumn leavesI can not resist the pull of gravity force and a chemical fate

Median mockersNo one fails to seeNames in orange seeking fameSmaller letters an office aspiredAs drivers starting at the light scan their surroundingsSign perfectly in sightGet out and pull up is the only way to fight

Look back timeFrom singularity matter flashes forthFrom zillion of quarksA universe expandingIn the flash of a second.To conjure the heavensPeer deep into spaceTo look back in time and seeBefore our place in spaceBefore the first flowerBefore our sun's initial hourCosmic friends look here and seeA Milky Way before our timeOthers will see our sunour solar systemGo supernovaDistance is past timeFrom all sideTo all hereAnd all in the grand wall of galaxies

Seasons 2Waiting for equinoxThe shortest day will be soon past

My mind then plansBeds, bulbs and bordersFor my southern friends its mid June and theirRoses bloom to a marimba tuneDry and sunny not gray like this December day

ShiprockYour jagged spire of rhyolite mighty over the plateauThe viscera of a massive volcanic coneOnce a snow covered peakOn a Miocene ocean shoreHippos and horses graze and ranged at your baseRivers and rains erodedYour sandy shoulders of grey ash belched from deep in your molten bowelsNow you stand stripped to your skeleton and veins

Toroidal serenityCruising at the speed of lightA change of paceChange in faceA sphere turned inside outA change of attitude is assuredNo corners no bendsNo twist or turnsAs I goI flow in curved spacesIn that timeWill I find?Travel to that other side is mineIn my mind

Transvaal goldAlchemist dreamsNoble metalPureBorn in stellar furyDeep in the crust collectedSoft - malleable - insoluble - indestructible

Eons of erosionEnduring tiny rounded nuggetsLaded down in the Transvaal LakeHeld tight in Archean conglomeratesMen die to loosen youThree miles closer to hellDaily pain for glittering adornmentEl DoradoYou have been soughtFamilies of humanity decimatedFor your mystical wealth and power

Pool roomInching up to that open back doorExcitement for a 13 year oldRaucous cursingThe pool roomStifling smokeIf my mother knewA long brown bench lined with bottles and cansStraight chalk lines for scoresGreen on green its time to payVictory laughsCurses of defeat chug-a-lugs his beerThe man’s world

Baja SurRugged invincible wave cut granite scarps and talus slopesDesert sand dunesCardoon cactus twelve feet highFossil water flows to the gulfOne river two miles longStunted cypress struggle in narrow olive green rock crevassesA solid mantle thrust betwixt and between overriding rocky tectonic plates.

How can I show you proof of that sojourn?

Life's wavesLike incessant breaking waves,Do not weary.Be strong have heart.The shore of life sometimes requiresUnderstanding courage and faith and care.

Camp creek Catawba River confluenceWhere emerging murky waters findThe kingfisher on an overhanging bare willow branchPerched with eyes telescopedPlucked a surprised bream from the chilled winter watersCross a fallen tree to an islandSand crunches underfootReeds dry golden crinkly crispScattered scrubby pines broken by bare granite patchesCross the Rocky River bedUp the draw, up rocky slopes past rhododendron cliffs.Hug the cliff to crestDown to the river shore.Rapids cascadesTurbulent water teems with shad.

RainforestPrecipitous cliffsUndulating drifting white mistClouds dew filled with fragrance of orchidsFerns silenceRoaring rapids and fallsA grand melody cascading harmony

Machine mastersSlaves to metal

Locked into total tech.TaxedAtm’s and othersCarsPercolatorsCustom made carburetor

Deception of natureTummy tucksLiposuctionImplants here and thereTattoosOrnaments that unscrewFor a tan lie in the sun stewNever happy with the gift

ImaginationIcy streamsWilted cornstalksThe creek meandersTumbles down cascades over rounded bouldersDiffuse animal tracks deep in crystal white snowPoint to a tangle of rhododendron on the opposite slopeMy breathe fogs the airTall cones of powdery snow from the downward draping fir branches dot the flatFirewood cutI sled back to the warmthMountain winter in august isOnly my imagination.

Our fateair pollutionKills lichensLess rock weatheringLess soilLess sediment to ocean basinsNo soilNo sediment filling of trenchesNo subductionIncreased spreadingPlanet expands

Deep mantle phase changes.Boom-asteroids for future scientist to decipher

LoveLet us journeyGrow like two willowsIntermingled but separateGrow, share dreams and goalsLike shifting sands on a smooth soft coral beachat twilightSeparate but united again and againAs we embrace totally our own singleness

PonderingMy wayward imaginationEnjoys the simpleSeeks the profoundI sit transformedCorrigible and callousTractable and confoundedAdd a spiritual dimensionSearch, the keys unlockingA code inside a codeIndecipherable convoluted dendritic sphereUnlimited connectionsBeyond comprehensionThe azimuth of nonsensical gamesIs god only leading me into a galactic black hole?To be recycled into a universe of choice.

Sunset at split-rockSummer stormA double rainbowOrange sunFlorescent carnotite yellow orange day lily

Chaos

GalaxiesBorn of collisionStretched and bentFate by computerThe choice was made by machineEasy way to sayMan irresponsibilityCriteria set by man

WalkLavender pink rhododendron blossomsCarpet the jade moss covered forest floorOn the trail fallen treesNurture mushrooms inAbsolute silenceJoy broken by primordial fearOnly sound from a woodpecker at workI sort out thingsClear my mindChallenge my bodyClimb the steep winding trailTo a bald covered by tall blue berry bushesFields generous with raspberry canes

ConflictSociety torn at every corner of the sphereFor their cause or truthIn toady’s frayWorn by lawyersSobriety check pointsWaste contractsA peoples vote overturned by the gambling mob.Who is at fault?The sphere of chaos and confusion is responsibleGreed and power controlAnd me in the fray wanting my way.

RemembrancesReading here my first poemTaste my fearWaiting for them to sneerFaces a blear

Ended relationshipA web of anger and disappointmentWhere fears exceed any valueCome and I will haunt you with many problemsNo joy or happinessEnough of your view of sufferingI have had the maxEnoughNo more shameBlameYour tricksPulling free of the agonyI changeYou never doYour perspective is itCompromise not simpleAttitude of gratitudeIs not for youDiseaseKeep me in the pitPulling out was nearly impossibleEven with medicationsSo you try to pull me down with youThe devil depression.

PoetryThe rhythm comes before the wordsI write to slow down the worldStart facing a blank sheet and wait

MindA dreamA volcano blastsShames tormentDismayTorture, unassailable turmoil

WhyUnwanted mental explosionsEpic rumbling, seismic energy belchedDeplorable duplicitousDastardly directed to disruptionThe precipicePoised I see a shadowA soul shrouded in the hell of its own designConcourse after concourseSearching for a iota an miniscule shred, sub atomic quantity of serenityTo give feelings of worthDepression you are mightyBut you are not invincibleI emergeI triumphTo stand at the pinnacleTo embrace the grandeur of my beingTo wonder to simply loveLives most treasureA breath a pauseTo fight the battle more.

Bald rock viewThrough quiet forestHemlock, tulip poplar and dogwoodGreen mat beneathMoss and springsSolitude broken by a rabbitWinding winding trailSnakes up the slopeBoulders and rhododendronYield to the summit pavementOf grooved granite gneissHazy peaks of greenBig bald and flattop to the westCountry roadsSunday morningCountry roads over hillsAlong valleys, creeks and riversJuly flowersLavender yellow white

Whispering brookNature given to those thatGo to god in the mountainsWalnut creek to the top of mountainDown to spill-corn creekTall summer flowers; goldenrod, stock and phlox.

ArêtesJagged rangeRidge crest mergePeaks spires unendingFading red clouds fade toPink lavender on the horizon.

Milky wayModest more stars than people everA sugar cube more atoms than starsThan all the stars in all the galaxies for all time.M and m's oh the sugar atomsThe addictive chocolate and peanut proteinA swirling cauldron eight light years acrossFiery stellar nursery

ManMan reaches.Searches.Finds.Destroys.God cycles, centers our soulProviding cosmic awaken for changesFor growth not with steadfast assurancesBut by moan and groans

Material defectsVoid space, lattice defects, and mismatched twinsMan too his genes, his character. Personality reveal

Chaotic beautyIn the gnarled eroded coastal cypressRoot radiating from a just pulled weed

Remember, for new growth to last,You must prune away the past.To again and again rehashOur mind we trashDo not yourself smashEnjoy life have a blast.

The path of greater resistance is equal to delusion minus trust plus acceptance. The most hazardous way is control plus trying to change others - failure to discover ourselves.

Cold early springEnjoys the gift of today and all its joysA sprig of green plants in pine needlesJeweled iced spreading treesPonds with dendritic icy coversFrozen auto doorsGood hot meal and service with a smileBy a the owner of theRestaurant at Buford crossroads

I am supernovaA gift of God’s designAn exploding starCarbon based bodyOxygen I breatheAll the design matter and energyOne apart of the otherEnergy from stars deathA product of gods planChanges in timeBillions of years of change.I am the first virus, the iron rich bacteria of the Mesabi

The ferns of swamps 300 eons agoT. Rex and brontosaurusHorses and mans rape of this planet are all part my pastFor I am the product of million of eons of god retooling.Is it a joy to live in a world where information increase faster than time, where we can travel into space, enjoy gourmet coffee tastesPush a button view partings in a Viennese museumJoy to see life; when parents tell you about their five month old son. In the womb.Dead tree information DTI is rarely referenced quickly becoming historyBooks of substance replaced by pop psychologyGet rich schemes inquiring minds want to know why they are so gullibleWhy greedWe learn then relearn anewLooses your zeal

Oh creator please tell me about universal design?I askIs there more than one; many multiples of infinity?Before universal creationWas there those antimatter universes?You entered and returned?Did your molecular structure reverse or did the spin only reverse all else the same?Did any black holes push you out and about?When glass cooled did it develop order?Were galaxies affected by reverse gravity?

Do you work or there has all the work been done and everything is on automatic pilot?I have a million things to learnI can not reach the infinity of your entity; a ZOA restricts us to a small portion of cosmic strings inside multiples of cosmic infinity--spheres of spheresInverted time spaceWill we wither and be voided like a meuon all to neutrinos.

god shadows the surrenderedFading shadows circle us.Opportunities, failure, success and satisfaction, so volatile.Our utmost efforts and persistent tenacity buy us but frail fortuneVictories are as tenuous and as vaporous as fleeting silhouettes.I believe god shadows the surrendered.

Oh, biochemical brainPowerhouse of humanityNeurons chemically workingEquations for your design so complexCreated somewhere in churning depths of the universeCircles unfold; spheres convoluted hemispheresMisdirected neuronsDuplicitous selfDeceiving even my own soulChased into a chasm of denialMy psyche: ego, superego, id punish meMy absolute inability to cope.Open to the world when I write and read to you.By twilightBlack swirling vortexes,Eddies and pools

Reaction second

I challenge the impossibleMy psyche rebels inside outAnger agonyBattle flags flyThe inner recesses of my mindFragile web of beingThe core aflameSanity challengedConvoluted cortexDopamine catalyzedSeeping serotoninNeurons slip and spin in reverseSeismic volatile thoughtsInto a mired cesspoolEchoing unceasing shameChoppingTo the seat of my soulSurrenderClimb the sheer pinnacle no energyRelieved of the chains of delusionTruth foundUniversal relief

May gardenProlific progenyPetals spiral counterclockwiseFlorescent poppiesMixed among whitest white petals of yellow eyed daisesCinnabar red rose budsPastel pink and purple petuniasProgrammed genetic growth surgesFlowers for bees and butterfliesWhen both work a sea of seedsGenerations in years to come

"nailing Jell-O to the wall"Might work in winterCold crystalGravity you can not fleeSo hammer if you willBetter take a sanity pill

The universe I know is bigger than the biggest

Time and space are curvedGoing out and going backI see red half-way to infinityMass and gravity has been bentThere is no flight forHeld so tightNot a chance so slight for light a black hole might

Scoria cracksFissures abyss to the gates of hellCrevasses black rockought scouring away my bootsBarrier to lifeEven the sagebrush move onHorned toads and lizards somehow surviveCrevasses to lava caverns filled with iceWhite blue Antarctic colored stalagmitesA marked contrast to the surfaceRopy dung brown pahohoe column

Malapropos mumbles her many memorized mistakes.Knowing no new navigation knotsNeptune nabs nearby gnomes.

DahliasSucculent purple green flower stalksBuds open and reveal deep purpleAlmost chocolate petals

MoonLate rising full moonSo very big on the horizonRefraction of the maximumA large sunburnt desert orange rusts brown ovalLow on the horizon.Smaller- smaller as it risesTurning yellow

After the stormYielding to the strongest windPlants bent down surviveDrenching sparks growthSolitary watermelon pink blood red and lemonade pink poppies stand outFrom spirals of florescent orange poppies.A burst in sunflower stalksEmerging seedlingsPetunias are as plentiful pertlyProlific prancing posing prodigal

DaysSeasons passAs we circle the sun.All of life simply moves toward a future presentEach of us alone chooses to move a with purposeWe move not circular, but oval or elliptical and the exact path of the orbit changes from year to year in a systematic manner.At times the orbit is highly eccentric, at other times it is almost circular.This pattern of orbital variations repeats itself at100,000 year intervals.The distance from the earth to the sun, and hence the amount of the sun's energy reaching earth, varies systematically.The earth's axis changes its tilt. From 21.5o; to 24.5o;. The present tilt about 23.5oIt will slowly decrease over the next few thousand years.A higher tilt means that in winter more of the northern hemisphere is hidden from the sun's rays.This motion repeats itself in a cycle lasting 41,000 years.

SolsticeThe longest sunshine is not far away.So get up early and greet the summerJune 21 at 7:24 EST at that secondDays get shorter and in SeptemberThe first day of fall and springEqual light and night

EquinoxesThe fall and spring equinoxesMark a time of balance of light and nightSeptember equinox a time of harvest.In our hemisphere moving towards winterShorter days until mid DecemberSome times dark and grimAny sad is our ownWinter white short days sunny brightThe passing of winter solsticeThe promises change for all who are sadThe wobble, changes dates systematically with time.In about 5,500 years time,Maximum day-light will be sep. 22nd,And minimum daylight march 20th.This motion repeats itself in a cycle lasting about 23,000 years.Will you be happy then.

Cloud showClumps of curved clear cumulus cloudsParade by wabbits,Curly elephants,Daffy duck,A cho-cho train limited only by your imagination.

Pots of purple petunias,Prolific prodigal petuniasPretty with plenty prancing pistils.

Love’s misdirectionGorgeous beautiful and intelligentA sensual delight beautiful to my eyesSoft to touchFragrant of rose water and violetTaste beyond compare.Pain to see a child of sortsWho has learned factsFollows her lines.Feels only her painsEnjoys only her agonySo strong yet frail coping with life difficultiesUsing anger to cover her haunting fearsChallenge my loveDestroys all she wants mostDiscounting, cursing, flagrant criticismsOffended friends accept but run for coverBlame and shame; tools for judgmentnot acceptanceLove can not grow; even from the best seedsFor when only one can love,Love dies.Dare I retreatI mustOr I will be ignited to ecstasyOnly to be pulled into her cesspool of dependencyI struggle to maintain my integrity for I have no resistanceI lose my independenceI yieldIs it love, lust or insanity

Only guilt, shame and blame save me.I embrace my new found feelingsLet love flow independentLove for all of human kind.Then a love for me.

Summer droughtSunflowers open to the beesKeeping the cycle of life goingStark desert like dry desolate dirt.Parched soilReduced to shriving stubs petunias surviveDust devils spinDesert pavementDevoid of lifeDusky dark (unlit)roseCovered with weeds;Stealing moisture.Undisputed master.Both just and unjust reside,Adjust or conquer the habitat.

Waterfalls and lifejourney of the soul.Mountain draws filled with glacial meltwaterGatheringGrowing unitedDendritic veins and arteriesLifebloodYouth and growthStrong resistant rockObstructionLives turmoil, failuresWater falls it splashes and spraysRests in a quiet level poolRelief restDown a gentle gradientA flow of contentment of serenityFlow on to the ocean shorePeaceful and easyTo the beachUnrelenting unmerciful waves

Test our stalwartnessWaters flow to the depth of seaOur soul deep deep at the very core of our being spiritually unconscious.Perseverance of the spiritResurrection resurgenceRebirth

Contriving cronies concoct and conjure a convenient caper, content congressmen contemplate a connection a close Catholic Church contains a cloak in a closet, a case chili con carne. Consuming choice contents - in closet closeness celebrates can not clamber chairs

Storms of summerSwelling rolling cream to grey cloudsRumbles of thunderOrange lighteningPerilous dark slate skiesShifting winds growSquallingPellets splatter the flowers with vitalityDousing the soilSo much so quickRunoff cover sidewalks and drains flow fullPlaying in pools and puddlesBirds batheThe storm move onCooling water evaporateSun returnsTo steam the august daySouthern sauna

Saturday dreamsOperation confusionRolled replacements for mysterious appendagesLong goneThese after a chase

Jumping beyond the control of gravitySpace borne people riding at warp speedEnjoying celestial sites as yet unseenMyriad of motionsGoing into a hazy nebulaeClose to stars planets and moonsBy asteroid and comets

Summer rainDrought to the point of near destructionRain finally falls in abundanceWater renews the august gardenRevitalized dahlias grow to bloomWiry yellow grass to luscious deep greenSpindly leafless petunias to broad vibrant flowered sprawling ramparts.Wilted roses now green and red brown with new growth creamy white open budsLuscious cinnabar red flowers cover another bush.Rebecca reflecting from the rain drops hanging from the rose.Cannas broad leaves unroll skyward growing and budding.Lethargic scraggly marigolds now a sea of emerald green moundsCovered by eyes of orange and carnotite yellow.Squash explode to baseball bat size.Spectacle of minute creamy white pepper flowersThe most fearless growth is by the weeds;They appear instantlyThey must be pulled each day else they cover with abominationSuck from the soil all nutrients.

Seventy mile an hour serenity

To horizons endSheets of curly cumulus cloudsLike stacked layersBluePure whiteI mesmerizedMoving from cloud to cloudSeventy miles an hour will get you nothing but passed

MomAlmost 82 years from birth to deathA pretty young ladyWorked so very hard toSustain a marriage of impossibilitySet limits but yielded to repeated promises of changeMentally deprived of sleepWorking to feed three childrenNo handouts only grueling yearsOf unappreciated labor35 years of serviceA selfish husbandmy fatherStalwartly denying his problemCycle of drunken binges.Family disruptionHis unhappiness permeated the familyRuined my trust.At terrible expense to her psyche she endured.I could turn and trust mom.I saw her pain and I tried to help.To learn to be self sufficient delivering papersShe was so proud of each of us.Worked so hardGiving loveToo much attentionNever leaning how to love herself.Never taking anything in return.

Six September sunflowers

New beds cleaned of weedsRedone with stray marigoldThe planted and volunteeredSpread and growNow a sea of petunia seedlingA plant so prolific and prodigalThe succulent stonecrop spreadsA mat of uniting green circles.

My office viewLooking from my office I see a field of flowers, feel serenity I escape the torment of work.I see white throated malachite blue trumpets projecting from mammoth heart shaped leaves.Florescent orange and yellow puffs floating atop a stately shrub of frilly leaves.A sea of strawberry red oval dahlias above purple -blue leaves.Orange and yellow flowers amidst the rejuvenating daises and budding white mums.A humming bird seeking nectarFrom faded pink roses checks by.

Fall revitalizationJuly drought parched and wiltedIn groundless ways my garden.With no fall futureI started anew,Splitting, transplanting and seeding.On this October day, I see a fountain of four o clocksPiles and piles of petuniasMounds of marigoldsClumps of crimson dahliasYellow squash, tasty tomatoes, hibiscus, hosta,Sea of succulent sedumsRed and yellow rose buds atop tall canes.Surviving overturned revitalized strong pink cosmos.

Repainted cannas peach, yellow and red.Rampant overbearing deep purple morning glory trumpets amidst large heart shaped leaves.Transplanted violets thrive with foliage for next springs bloom. A marvel from the waters of late summer.

Work or trashFray of folly feeling frigidity fragmented foibles fortress of fierce fat frogs fun fitting fasting foresters fray to function. Dysfunctional

CometMass of rotating icy methaneJourneying in your elliptical orbitBurning as you travelFrom star to starEons circle backEnded by fire or impact on a distant sphere.You sort and rearrangeThe chemistry of life.The evolution of galaxiesStars planets and moons.The cesspool of shameIts me who does the blameNo way can I tameNo merit can I clam.

We a part of all,Cold autumn claims the summer. The seeds, the fruitThe work of bees, moths and flies. A bee its time has come it sits on the wilted cosmosIt can not with one wing flyNow with work done its fate to freezeFood for the scrawny ants.An unending universal cycle part of all. All of the cosmos.

Virginia wolf, in her dives and climbs, said it all: "how far do our feelings take their color from the dive underground? I mean, what is the reality of any feeling?

Up the down escalators of the mindDevoted to challenge the impossibleInside out her psyche rebelsAgony bearing battle flagsEscape beyond the outer recessesOf my mindFragile web of being,I see the gist, the coreSanity challenged,Cortex rumblingMind quakesDopamine serotonin catalyzedNeurons slip and spin in reverseI sense no gentle slide to awarenessA mired cesspool of spiked segmentsEchoing unceasingUnceremoniously smackingCoring to the seat of the soulNo tender surrenderEnergy projects me to the sheer pinnacle of my beingGives ecstasy and rapture.Bound in chains of contradictionVolcanic activityChallenged then relievedA single gentle truth is never hersChange incessant changeTo no end.

Duplicitous selfDeceiving even own soulChased into a chasm of denialMy psyche: ego superego id punish me

My absolute inability to cope.Open to the world when I write and read to you.By twilightBlack swirling vortexes,Eddies and pools

Trails.Into the forest green I walkThrough fir pine and spruceTo linger watch the white bedded brook churn.Up the trail I break out into a valley meadow.The granite dome wall towers abovePeople sitting in the midday sun they search for reflectionsFrom the tiny specks toiling up a near vertical crevasse.My trail follows cascades and water falls.A stairway to the mountain top269 steps up, up zigzags upTo break onto the pavement of solid bare white graniteCovered only by stunted pines struggling from rocky crevasses; small islands of lichen and moss covered soilFragile nurture for the pine seedlings,I lunch enjoying theValleys and distant ridgesDescending G a steep trail of rock.Calves and thighs acheComfort at mountain base.

Early DecemberThe shortest sunshine is not far away.Our hemisphere begins winterShort days from SeptemberSome times dark and grimSome sunny bright

So get up early and greet the winterDecember 21 at 14:06 UT and 19:06 ESTAt that secondDays get longer and in marchThe first day of springA time of balance,When light and night are of equalEquinox a time of plantingThe passing of winterThe promises change for all who are sadThe wobble, changes dates systematically with time.In about 5,500 yearsSolstice will be sep. 22nd,Equinox march 20th.Repeated a cycle lasting 23,000 years.

December frostDecember cold has taken its tollThe garden green no longer seenA frozen pink rose seems to poseLost amidst browns rust and the blanket of frostA sentinel of time frozen in summerWinter sure is a bummer.

PerfectI am perfect or so I once thoughtI looked and I saw and I was taughtMatter and it's components have imperfectionsAtoms of crystals are ill arranged and contain defectsCompounds of life are unique but are mutated.I give my best to solve lives problemsThe job may need moreI find joy in being and doingThe outcome maybe very good or imperfect

I accept, make appropriate changes to improve my chances

ExpectationsI worked for reputation and nameGetting achievements and fame.To sing and shout to clamI sit in this silenceThere is no one to really blame.Now free of all expectationsNot grumbling mumbling or whimpering in vainToday I see the joy of being totally insane.

Show me a sane man and I will cure him. C. Jung

ProgressWalk the river bedHop from rock to rock through the water filled maize.See evidence of cascades and islandsWhere Indians washed, fished for shad, harvestDried fish in summer sunFrolicked, played,loved on the rockCovered with a thick green moss.Wild wheat rustle in the breezeWalk at the edge of a large pondNear a fallen tree.Beavers at workMarred by garbage andShooting lanes cut into trees and shrubs.

CrevasseThe more I struggleThe more I slip into a narrow fissureThe chasm its tighter gripHolds me to eternity.In a Jagged piercing monolith.

Supernova

Every second a star diesBlown up like a big h bomb.Into cosmic ashesor is left with a coreThe young sun growsFor 10 million years strugglingBurning its hydrogen fuelHeat and pressureCountering gravityLighter elementsFused into heavier onesThe end in nearFor heavier elementsDecrease not release energy.Gravity pullsThe core expandsHeating and growing denserIt collapsesIts core shrivelsProton and electron squeezed into neutronsA neutron star.Erupted fireballs of neutrinos carry heat away from the core.

Purposecobble strewn beachReveals a historyOf planets and platesPlanets ever circling and rotatingMade and moves the landPlates break and tear with resounding forceA collage of crumpled islesUp and downGlacial carved mountains beside deep sea trenchesAlways on the moveImperceptibleMotion mm a yearFaults must slip and slideTo reveal and hideInside and outsides of rocks astrideRivers carve and cartStones rolled and roundedDropped near the ocean shore

Seas rise and fallWaves with sand and shellTheir talesAre told by beaches and conglomerates like these.The purpose is simply to beFor the rock and so for you and me.

SanityDo I understandThe centers for anger and loveSo very close togetherControlled by simple chemistryReacting neurons synapses100 billion circuits fireTo give me this instanceA memory or a voidStacked in timeInnumerableVaster than the universe.

Astronomers mapping the whole universeAstronomers look and chartThe distance and locations of galaxiesA small job with about 100 billion outThere is job securityCompleting 20 a nightThey haveNow plotted 11,000Only 99,999,890,000 to goOr 19,999,978 work years 250 d/yr.Lets hire 999 more astronomers and buildAbout 990 new telescopesSo we could be through in 19,999.9 yrs.

MomentsTime intrinsic innateYet abstractSeconds gone foreverThe future unattainable

The past untouchableTry to hold it tight and fail to be part in the present.Live moment by momentMilliseconds ever changingYet always present.Contradiction paradoxAware of the presentFeel ever fleeting minuteTurned into days, years lifeReflecting on the presentNow memoriesExpectations of a future.

Be gratefulFeel simple happiness.Perceiving momentary painRemembering the agony of the pastAnd pessimistically projecting a bleak futureNo choiceThe product of an catalyzed reactionsOf synaptic signalsOf paltry serotonin re-uptakeBiochemical brain.

Nan MadolPolynesian paradisePerplexingFascinating as the pyramidsThese 700 year old tombs ofCrossed basalt columnsQuarried with fireCarried stacked for a terrestrial god

Early springThe first daffodil perks up this cloudy dayA smiling bright yellow face that seems to sayI bring news of forth coming color growth and greenNear by budsBurst to bloom

Sentinels of spring

ThoughtsGigabits of thoughts stacked for selectionFor actionI sense the euphoria of beingThe agony of feeling grief.Empathy for lost mankindThe lost clusters of humanityWasted glucose.God's design equations are forthcomingGenerations beyond the next millennium.Humanity then canMove among the galaxies.Play in a black holeVacation amidstThe changing cosmic spectrumRoller coasting about a galactic cluster.A trip void of timeTo go to the far reaches of the universeAnd see nothing but emptinessA motion picture to the last minute.

Behind the milky wayAstronomers have pierced the veil of patchy diffuse light the outer disk of our galaxy the milky wayThis mist of stars hides 15 % of the universe beyondNow they have discovered a nearby dwarf galaxy so close the milky way pulls and tugs nearly pulling it apartA telescope dedicated to use light of 21 cm. See through this dust in the ZOAHidden in this cosmic stewAre galaxies one 10 million l.y. Away clues to universal design

soon we will see the hidden reaches the cluster of galaxiesThe great attractor.Hubble space telescope achieved its 100,000thExposure June 22Quasar that is about 9 billion light-years from earth.The galaxy will fall into the quasar'sEngine, the black hole. Black holes are believed to power the compact,Energetic quasars. The black hole will gobble up this companion galaxy inNo more than 10 million years.

God's giftsFulfillment is a gift to me from mySpiritual not financial journey.I am fulfilled when:I see a glowing orange sunset.Friends meet to share.Conflicts are settled.Cold rain rills the garden sod.Chasing birds chirp.Forsythia buds burst.Corn stalks stretch skyward.Hear a gurgling rocky stream.See an eagle soaring over the point in the lake.Climbing a rocky cliff.What I give not what I have.When I feel a speedy paceI sit and remember life is not a raceTo be lived in hasteI stopToo enjoy is not a waste,I want more than a tasteWalk each day with smiles on my face

ConnectionIt starts here in the yard

In this gullyI work I sweat;Raindrops fallDribble to the creekThe ever widening rippleFrom a branchThat falls into the lake.To the riverThe oceanTo spreadEvaporateForm cloudsThat form the stormThat devastates my gardenLike it or not I am connected

Late April gardenA steady deliberate rain -Crackling astronomical growth.Opening buds of crimson cosmos andStately amethystine iris.Lush unfurling red and yellow rose budsSprouting squash and Peruvian lilies.Erupting spires of dahliaLast years sunflower seed headsNow a pretty patch of plants.

Galactic distancesMeasure to the stars determine their distances and speed in the expanding universeGet the Hubble constant - the rate of universal expansionA low Hubble and the universe appears younger than the oldest stars.Stars that have consistentPulsating luminosityLike the Cepheid’s variablesFrom whichThe real and apparent brightnessCan be determined

A measuring stickA extragalactic distance scaleThe Cepheid’s in the Virgo clusterOf an estimated 2,500 galaxies. Are used to determine the distance to galaxies, the Hubble constant and the age of the universe.Fornax cluster is 60 million l. Y. AwayControversy abounds an error in the celphids the apparent fundamental chronometer i.e. The chemical composition affects the luminosityUse the Hubble telescope to compare composition of celphidsUsing the Virgo formax pair must correct for difference in pull Fornax being smaller pulls less than bigger VirgoRelative to the milky way our galaxy these are on opposite sides, so this must be corrected.Measure in parsec=3.26 l.y. Is 16.6666 million parsec

My mindDo I understand?The centers forAnger and loveSo very close togetherControlled by simpleChemical compounds reactingNeurons synapses100 billion circuits fireTo give me this instanceA memory or a voidStacked in timeInnumerableVaster than the universe.Endless - Infinite

Dark matter gravitylooking heaven ward with the Hubble

an area the size of a sand grainyields 1000 of galaxiesLike a gossamer thread into spacetime 4 to 9 billion light years back

77 mile an hour on 77Unrestricted timeUnrestrained knowledgeInfinite energyUndefined compassionUnlimited accessIndeterminate directions

The broken record of my lifePlayed before me once again .What can I do to ever winNow there no way to pretendOh, to change the record of my life.Its so very hard to doI just don't want a loose again.Thought all my life I had no choiceAll I was good at was no win well it s easy to pretendTroubles were my only friendOh when the hell will I ever see it not themIt s me who has got to stop the pretendingA heart travels straight to kindnessIn that respect there is no blindness.

Cosmic captureLeads to ethereal dimensionsSpiritual raptureFrees my tensionsSpiraling unabated to the limitsTorrents balanced with eddies of placid spectral glowFrom the fiery furnace of creationHidden from my mind the planHis hand

Barters my explodingCreative lustTo exit his soulAs I breathe boldlyI seeThat my wayCould be wrong.

We are totalYet we are not godWe are joyousYet not modestLight traverse spaceYet only time mattersThe universe is endlessYet we are constrained by light;We free ourselves of words of feelingsYet feelSpend our time to acquire thingsYet throw them a way

Bees buzzing basilOvercast hot humid September dayBut in the garden no one is at playThe bees and waspsKnow winter is not so far awayThey must stock the pollen nowSoon only faded flowersFill the fields

2000991231 at 23:59:59Is dooms day hour and second for unprepared computers.Time goes back to 000101;01:01And in that split second chaos rulesNothing will workProblems abound in calculating interest paymentsCost to fix in us estimated $ 70 billion for conversions world 300 600 billion

Blue ridge valleysThe streams of shaconage.*The Place of blue smokeMoss covered rocksFerns and dribbling springsForest of rose and pink rhododendrons.

Blue ridge mountain eclogiteFrom deep within the crust of the earthMassive dense metamorphosed rockCarried upward at the edge of moving platesEons; eons sliding faults thrust upwardEarthquake after earthquakeSliding upward into the crust -Creating high peaksGlaciers carveStrong rivers round the fallen fragmentsErosion carries away the debrisUp slowly; up the mountains riseNow we see eclogiteOnce so deep in the belly of the earthExposed on lick ridge.

Candy lily seedsSo tiny to grow into tall green swordsA bright orange yellow flowerLasting only one day.

Monarchs on the move to MexicoMunching on my marigolds.Make my mid-morningMore than a mocha breakMy mindlessly mostly mad muddlingEnds with a simile of joy.

Interstate (40) reliefI exit at Waterville lTo stretch my body and my soul

Stop along the Pigeon's bank,Watch kayaker's caught in swirling poolsAt the country storeMunch on nabs and cokemy body refreshedI walk the forest of springTake the Appalachian TrailWhite trillium, ferns and geraniums lavender blueA swaying bridgeCross the brookBoulders, cascades and waterfallsTrout in pools so clearEnjoyed again and again drivingOn the road eastAlong the river gorge carvedInto the mountains blue.April 95

Power of progenyWith less and less light;Cooler, frosty nights.November garden labors.Most plants wilt and die.Sheltered second generationPetunia and coreopsis,Leafy and low lying,Thrive and even bloom.Insects still come, but not in abundance.Fire ants dig deeper, preparing for winter.Green tomatoes abound.From the beginning of time.Shed seedsAre the next generation needs.

Replaying a technicolor memoryYour smile so warm and sweetI see on that June afternoonLoving hearts when our eyes did meetAcross from a rose budHearts now miles apartLonging to see that smile again

I plant this rose to sayI enjoyed those spring daysThis bush I prayed to growSo that on some summer dayI will see againYour lovely smile.

BorderlineGorgeous beautiful intelligentA sensual delightTo touch.Ephemeral beautyA child of sortsWho has learned facts and actsFollows her lines.Strong yet delicateSo volatileAnger explodes to cover untold fearsChallenges my loveDiscounting, cursing, flagrantOvert criticismsOffended friendsAccept but run for coverBlame and shameHer tools for judgmentLove can not grow hereEven from the best seedsRetreatI mustIgnited to ecstasyOnly to be smashedInto her cesspool of dependencyI have no resistanceI lose all my independenceI yieldIs it love or insanityI choose a tender enduring love.To embrace myNew found feelingsLove that flows independentLove for all of human kind.

Plates collideBasins covered ridge crestsHome to Vulcan for eons

Spreading growing new subterranean earthPlates collide thrusting upMighty mountains to be carried by rivers to the seasAn equal opposite reaction to the compression has to be riftingLets continents settle separate and valleysAdjacent basins fill with sand and siltPlates move in concert with water, winds and cyclone stormsFueled by the tilted annual solar passageAnd the lunar nudgeIn years the earth much closer to the moonWould have really caused some surfing wavesHad we been there 90 million year agoSat on Pangaea’s beach and watch brontosaurusSurf river tidesEroded swampy cretaceous shoresCovered withDrowned and uprooted treesCovered buried - peat to coalTo be burned todayOnce cycled out of sightRelease today the trees will growFuel for futurists

Our fateMore and more air pollutionEcosystems disruptedEven kills lichensLess rock weatheringNo soilNo plantsNo sediment to ocean basinsNo sediment filling of trenchesNo subductionIncreased spreadingPlanet expands

ImbalanceDeep mantle phase changesInterior expands.BoomLot of asteroid for future scientistTo decipher

LoveLet us journeyGrow like two willowsIntermingled but separateGrow, hold share dreams and goals

Shifting sandsOn a smooth soft coral beach at twilightSeparate but unite again and againAnd are stableAs we embrace totally our own singlenessWe in our hearts

PonderingMy wayward imaginationEnjoy the simpleSeek the profoundI sit transformedCorrigible and callousIntractable confounded

Spiritual dimensionThe whole is more thanThe sum of the partsMaybe even for the beesSearch,The keys - unlockingA code inside a codeIndecipherable convoluted dendritic sphereUnlimited pathways connectionsSpace time and gravityBeyond comprehensionThe azimuth of nonsensicalAnd idiotic games

Is god only leading meInto a galactic black holeTo be recycled into a universeOf choice.

Sunset at split-rockSummer stormA double rainbowOrange sunFlorescent carnotite yellow orange day lily

ChaosDissolving into chaosBorn of collisionGalaxies drawn collideStretched and bent

VulturesSunrise recyclersIn ever descending circleThey flyUgly to us maybe,God garbage pails

A warm February day awaitsA new season of growth buds, stems under russet leavesOutriders harbinger guideFirst forsythia, squill and daffodil. Like an uncanny pearlLight up my word ,.

CliffTwisted gnarled cypress windswept branchesClose to the rocky soil on a protruding vertical cliffRoots tangled and twistedExisting 3000 years on the cliffs below Monterey.

Late November gardenWarm weather such a surpriseYellow rose buds pierce the sky.

Marigolds, 4:00 o'clock still bloom.

Star birthThick cold clouds of cosmic dustdeep dense gravity waves.Ripple on the fringe of a galaxy.Compress and disperse.Explosion of a near-by starHurls a cloud long and wide, into a cosmic cemeteryA gravity pressure wave in dense gas pushesNudges and flings matterHydrogen fusion lights the furnacea star is born.

WeWe fall into placeIn this little space and timeSitting thinkingRiding in a boundless 4th dimensionI see small scale departuresGalaxies, stars and usWith no boundariesUniform strings abound circling all that isHow we who ask the questions. Why theUniverse existshow did it begin?We bring into placethe mind of god.

Keeping time by the universe.Makes my mind mostly a morass of mush.Makes me meditate in the middle of a meander.Flattens all wisps of time.

Broad river frosting 12/15/98Silver fans of tan fountain grass.Sparkling icy red clay.Jet-black crows feed in a flat field

Christmas dinner kiss goodbyeI almost had it in my eyeThat turkey ought to dieWhen across my car window did fly.

Black burnt hillsSmoldering shreds and sticksLike toothpicks poking into a setting sun

Drip - dripWater circles off the lineGrey gray day limpid lightNo sun to set from that dark sky

Brown crinkly canna stalksProtect the rose.Stems topped with butter yellow budsUnfurl to release its fragrance even in winter

Got take my lumps by my rulesL love and laughsU understanding and unityM meeting and missionP progress and promisesS spirituality and serenity

R reasonable responsibleU understandingL listen and be lovingE examine and evaluateS sane and sincere

Wave particle dualityLet the photons strike meNow what am I?Waves or particles of protoplasmPosition and momentumWhich will I be?Mark and measureAre you sureCan you know?Where or whatI know not

Position knows not momentumN. Bohr knewUncertain though he was.

Morning gloriesYear to year their seedVital and prolific grow everywhereOverwhelming neighborsUp a trellis circling to the top they spread skywardFlowering in late JuneThe most lovely trumpets of purple, lavender, indigo blue and pink-red is why I let them grow.

Spring sunriseThe union of land and skyPierced by our fiery orange orbAscendingFrom the horizonGiving us sustenanceHeat to move the cloudsConvection cellsRain for the plantsHeat and lightChlorophyll and growthPurifies the airFor you and meConnectedTo eternityCycles of cycles

October daysStately apple green cannasCovered by flaming candied apricotColored petals weathering to orange.Green veined burgundy banana like leavesTopped by crimson petals meet me at eye levelDew drops refract light into red and blue as I walk byDahlia lavender to blood red

Melons lie on dying vines and newly planted zinnias streak to the sky.Top heavy florescent orange marigolds bend and spread over the path.Cool weather resurrect the rosesBudding on long stems they seem to be floating.

Election poster signsEverywhereI call them median monikersWaste of time, resources and money.Many, will end up in the landfill not recycled.Couldn't older signs be reused,they all look so newunlike the candidate they advertise.

Volcanic ventsHot sulfurous ventsFuming steamingWith water and muddy metal mixturesA stew for primitive plasmatic lifeA sort of hellCycles and cyclesIn eons of time yieldProtoplasm and me.

Much improvedFrom torrid desert dry.To drenchedJungle wetThe summer garden improvesThrives on the afternoon downpoursVine run rampartFlower with fervorMelons peppers and cukes bulge with fruit.

Serenity melodyMy garden is a mirror of me

My plants growFrom seedlings to blood red flowersFrom white blossom awash in black brawny beesTo glossy green tempting pears. They fruit.Canna rise aspiring to heights of the cloudsSedum aglow with prolific purple puffsIn time replaced by wilted frosted fallen frail stalks.

Poke weedPhytolacca americanaStately green stalks covered with white flowersIn fall stems turn cranberry wine red with black purple berries?Young leaves make tasty poke sallitOnly the birds eat the berriesSometimes fermented find it hard to fly

ImmortalSeeds lie dormant for centuries and then germinate when disturbed. A benediction petition and not an elegy song like poem ode lyric

ROCKY CREEK RIDECanoes launchedwe float serenely untilWe hear the distant sound of rapids.Navigate the course,Stuck on rocksPush off or jump inAt the mercy of the currentsMove into the next jam.White water behind us we paddle pastA bridge cast aside by floodwaters,

Enjoy a anhinga struggling to fly,Mountain laurel, trumpet vine and dogwood in full flowerSand bars for beachingCoffee and restOn into calm waters of cedar creek pond and past historic Rocky Mount.People camp and fish along the shoreRain fails to wet our spiritWe pull into Debutary creekPack the boatsAnd off to a hearty meal.

Old river rock where have you been?Dark weathered pitted scoured and roundedFrom the ancient craggy summit of a volcanic peakMagma from the walls of hellFlowingpushed out onto the surface.Water, snow and ice heavingblocks of ice and rock crack,break, fall into a crevasseinto the waterRolling rounded in the ragging river.Bouncing, lodged, stopped for eonsIn floods past.Bounce on the bottom; lifted, rounded, rounded, resting here today.

Desert summerSwirling dust devilsWilted parched zinnias and roses.Somber silty soilsDark upwelling cloudsThunder clapsPelting rainSoaks quickly into the groundLighting makes nitratesfertilizes

Revivedmy corn now thrives.

After the rainWarmed spring gardenSlanting south sun rising over the treesCurled orange poppies wave and unfold; they dance.Across the arbor spiders spin their jeweled websPrimrose wet with dew yellow jasmine weaves the pinesBuds pop open to the whitest petalsShasta daises float in the mist of early morn.Fern fronds emerge from the soil.Pixie pink soapwort wave.Purple canna leaves bolting skywardPurple columbine nod by the shaded walk.Frilly dicentria leavesDainty but bold purple and yellow irises.All the spring garden

Late February; the other side of winterComes to me when the sunLights my sky a little more each day.Temperatures and the soil slowly warmRaking back the leavesI smell the coming springI search for buds of young sprouting plants.

As the seed moves up from the soil to spread and grow; so I move upward to the heights of the redwoods.

Crocus, squill and daffodilsDraped over a hill

Spring phlox mixed with dill spillsOver my window sill.

INDIAN SUMMERMy bronzed maiden of summerComes down to the riverWe lie on a boulder carpeted with soft mossWatch the eagle soarListen to the shad shimmering upriverHear the crowThe melody of songbirdsSmell the fragrant elusive laurelI lie with my bronzed maiden of summer.

April showersVestiges of el nino withWarm saturated soilStimulate spring growthPromote floweringInvigorate the intractable weedsPhenomenal emergence of seedlings

SunEastern rising orb,Translucent golden orange yellow.You are my salvationSo far away but never missed.The only star that I feel I know.Living growing and flaringWith the power unbeknown.Immense energyCome and go.

Paths askew a journey to truthConception-birth-lifeThe path we each takeIs both tortuous and singular.Our paths cross for secondsOr last decadesWe move parallel or askewNot in every aspectOur journey in time

United and parallelFor brief momentsRarely a mental joining ; a spiritual union.A serendipitous surpriseFor some the journey endsAs it startedFixed in spaceTime never transformedFor me one giftImaginationLets me journeyEnjoy other galaxies, moved past supernovaTo end in cosmic fireEnergy to energyIs not an end butA new beginning.

PlanetThis tilted circling fiery metallic furnaceCovered with silicate slag.Rocky refuse cycled and recycled in eons past.Scraping plates plunge surface rocksTo fiery depthsOceans basins covered with spreading growing volcanic mountain ridge crestsPlates collide thrusting up mighty mountainsMountains carried by rivers to the seasContinents rifted settle separate and valleyBasins fill with sand and siltWater and winds and cyclone stormsFueled by the tilted annual solar passage and a lunar nudgeEarlier the earth much closer to the moonWould have really caused some surfing waves

Had we been there 90 million year agoSat on Pangaea’s beach andwatch brontosaurus surf river tidesEroded swampy Cretaceous shores covered with drowned and uprooted treesCovered buried - peat to coalTo be burned todayOnce cycled out of sight

RELATIVE ROTATIONAL REVOLUTIONSWe quickly speed byEverything is a moving.We rotate every 24 hours around the sunWe revolve at 30 km./sec completing a trip every 364.25 yeasTilted we process every 26,000 yearsOur sun to moves 250 km. /sec relative to our milky way home galaxyWhich takes 200 million years to circle?1 galactic year.Our milky way is 50 g.y. oldIt moves at 600 km/sec relative to the universe.Earth and solar system at 400kms.Toward the constellation HydraOur mw moves at 600 km/sec through the uWhy is our galaxy so speedy

Web of life.From the first replicating chemicalsTo our complex societyWe are a symbiosis of soulsAn evolving; enduring;Alluring conglomerationOf emotions and actions.

First fall frostingThe south sun sparkles.From the shimmering ice crystalsCovering the tall wilted crumbling stalkRust green canna sentinelsLike an exhausted army.

Early morning dewHeat from a rising sun waltzes the dewA sparkling fine mist condenses on the exacting yet irregular spirals of the web.Along the strands dew refracted like tiny diamonds a rainbow

Above the trellis a full moon so clear I can almost pinpoint where Glen landed in the Sea of Tranquility.

December daysFoggy gray and short foster white trillium and daffodilsFighting the icy snow I smell the first pink redbud hear the robin in the pear treeTaste the warm afternoon air tinged with fragment pansy blossoms.

February in the sandhillsField of golden broom sedgeContrast the stark skeletons of the brown-black fallow fieldsMarshy wetland crisp air

Garden in early FebruaryWayward seedling follow the cold damp of JanuaryDaffodils creep upward as the morning air warms

Tiny red brown leaves on newly pruned rosesNodding yellow faces sweet with morning dew.

STARSHINELife sustainingEons of nuclear reactions. Light and heatConvert elementsAn oceanchemical soupCo2 for algae multilevel cellsRooting gymnospermsEvolvingis a changing sordid atmosphereOxygen for the early animals

Canoeing the CatawbaA warm may morningIn 6 canoes we 12 traveled paddling up river we get into the flowSnaking downOver shallow rapidsGetting caught on rocksAfter a mile the river open up into a sea of white and green.The lilies of the Catawba.We beach and are surrounded by thousands of blossoms.Again we traverse granite boulders lodging on sunken rocksAnd must push off through low rapidsTired we flow into quite water by a small island completing our journey.An egret, black bird, snake on the branchAn eagle nest with fledgling through a telephoto camera.

June gardenChirping birds fill this morning dampness.Warming

In the stillness I almost detected their growthMy squash intermingleSquash, cue and tomato vines. And track up trellisesRuby cornflowers. Golden Susan’s, silver lamb’s quarter, sapphire sea holly,Arching fluorescent purple day-lilies flutter.

Near summerAs equinox approachesThe bio system as I call my garden is well tended;Bed and border includes ubiquitousUnsavory and unwelcome plants.Weeds--impossible to eradicateOnly those growing in the obvious

Re-establishing successionThere can be noting more than small alcoves of beautyIn the urban brick, asphalt, concrete and gravel ecosystemsUntil succession is reestablished.Evolution alone can and will erode and crumbleThe skyscrapers and shantiesThe terrain will be re-contoured to natural grade.Retaining walls crumble.Seeds come to lifePlants root and reestablish nature.

I flow along enjoying my time and beingI do not try to climb waterfalls of life

ColumbinesThe shoot up overnight in AprilDropping and upright bells

Of violet, yellow, red. Pink and white.

Field trip stopsLong term parking our travels along a narrow ledgeAlong a fence containing airport long-term parking,Cars and more cars fill the asphalt ovalCarefully I walk down a steep slope to a meandering creek. Trek and trek crossing the streams to an outcrop of graphite schist graphite one crystalline form of carbon formed under pressure but not enough to form diamond.Mined nearby it was mixed with mixed with lard to lubricate confederate ordinances

Acorn to oakThey rain down covering walks and garden bedsSweeping raking only helps them settle in.Come spring seedling everywhereWhy so prolificOnly one would ever be able to live in the parents shadowUnder stress from three inch thick vines strangle the canopyCover every branch and encircling the trunk. It last ditched efforts to produce one new oak.

Universal self fulfillmentI set a comfortable agenda. Sense my direction.Am still I listen and simply live the momentMy barriers are low. I encourage.Giveaway something – understanding - fidelity.

Feel my successes and disappointmentsTreat friends, family and acquaintances with love.Am extremely forgiving;Patient people play. I play some every day.When it is all over it is all over!Bones are unfeeling and unforgiving drp 9/01

ChangeNature designs by change.Process is more important than beingChange develops from the seasons.Seeds germinate, plants grow, and flowers fade,Trees rot, rock weathersNot destructionOnly reconstruction resurrectionRecycling in timeIsAll there is to life.9/01

Breezes rustle the plant on an early morn.Overhead I sense a shadowLooking up I see a soaring eagle, circlingReturning to the lake and its home.

9, 11, 2,001Like any morningPeople on the move.Never sensing their fate.Utter deplorable inhuman dastardly acts by brainwashed cowardsMass murderersTo then an act to join Allah.Words powerful as they are seem to be inappropriate to describe my anguish and anger.

Forgiving so alien. Not a apart of anyone’s thinking but absolutely needed.

Adverse reactionsno reactionsPain is negative judgment, causing much suffering.I can be alone, love listen, feel, with myself.I can slow down stop. Be still.Quiet. Observe, listen live the moment no planning openness to god’s plan.

Listening to the acorns in late Octobermilky white clouds swirl in alphabetic fashionAcross lavender blue skyElm leaves twirl to the walkAcorns rain crunch and pop the leaves

If I could whittle time I could carve eternity.

My trail curves and drops down steep slopesTo a long valley cloaked in sycamore, oak, tulip and elm impenetrable rhododendron.Goldenrod and aster

In September when the goldenrod bloomOn the nearby hill slopes.Asters far a field white so milky whiteFill the meadow.Yellows like honey and sunshineThey ripple in a cooling breezesA taste of fallBirds on the wing south.Surprise lilies pop upTo spread their crimson petals

When sedum turns from red to brownHumming birds come calling on cannas and cardinal flowers.When dahlias delight me with every color but blue..When you know soon it will all be gone.Winters on the way

Demented feelingI sit I walk I think of all the things going wrong. Not right.Events tinged with shame, fear, not joy, happiness, nor serenity.I sit, I stare, at a future not of good but of trouble and toiling- not travel, loving, relating and rejoicing.My ban. I meditate. I slow I try but am driven triggered to go in multiple directions on many tasks, obsessed to do, to compete, to start but never finish. To be acted upon by events, by people, to give; never fell I get unless I stop and examine my bounty- to be disappointed by actions of institutions, utility and individuals. Sanity seems to be borderline. I have to really work to be calm. I try to do more and more. Relaxation is a hard won victory, not savored long enough. I want to show my mettle for every aspect on life;. A generalist in an age of specialist,. Moving from job to job never saying no I can not do this. I judge because I believe I have been judged wrongly, shame so many time before.

Humming birds cruising cannas

Unending locomotion hovering probing sucking nectar from the blood red flowersPetals open wide.

A new century dawning.Layered gray clouds low on the horizonIn seconds sunrise paintsLavender, crimson and magentaIn minutes flames spread upward to a light blue sky.A new millennium has dawned.

I can be callous or kindQuibble or quintessentiallySerene or aggravated

A geologist and his rock gardenThe rock garden is difficult to create. Main design considerations require skill if the results are to be natural and casualPick a south to southeast direction. It should be away from buildings, walls and trees. For early spring color, use lots of bulbs and dwarf junipers and cypress. Never fertilize. Most alpine plants grow from cracks and in immature soil developed on igneous and metamorphic rocks. In younger mountain ranges limestone and shales provide parent material for soils. Your micro-environment or local climate in your garden is determined by its latitude, altitude, temperature, humidity, prevailing winds, exposure and rainfall.9/24 /1999

Early morning fog and dewHeat from a south wind waltzes the fog

A sparkling fine mist condenses on the exacting spirals of a web.Like tiny diamonds along the strands a refracted rainbow.Soon the warmth takes it all awayTime to say hello to another new found day.

Man’s niche between atoms and starsGleam an ideaAsk a questionHow many cosmic cells?An answer I can not conceive.How much life is there in the universe.I conclude aboundingly.

Wayward wisteriaWinding gnarled vines fIll ever tree with trailing purple sprays.

Just call me proteinAfter all I'm only 4 nuclides mixedBillions of mixtures of 20 amino acidsDNA codes the proteins same for dandelions to DonAn ordered protein chain linked by DNA

Mostly maverick marigoldsGarden and goldOn this cool morningWorking bees of late OctoberAre locked to the yellow petalsAs the garden warms they are resurrectedResuming their quest for today’s nectar

Environmental tradeoffsCars flood the freeway with ozone and co2

Animals live breathe give off co2.Each car produces tons of co2 per year.We should plant more co2 using plantsBut we strip vegetation for developments.

Computer use vs. Driving to shop and not buying paper copies of newspapers and magazines. Also can save paper when files are saved to a large hard drive and backup system and large papers are distributed via computer. Digital data.

North Georgia geographyNames of the common manCreeks called tear britchesCommunities Cowpens and rough ridge.In early spring woodland plantsOf white and blue cover the forest floor.

Sitting on my serenity seat by my rock retreat.Great gray granite is hard to beat.

"a rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral." Antoine de saint exupery

Happy come from "hap " =chance as in mis- hap happy is fortunate of lucky. It's only a matter of my attitude; my fortune to me. I am responsible only for my behavior, so I have decided to be lucky. Like a muscle, attitudes improve with

use. So, I exercise my attitudes every day.

This verse though terse and unrehearsedis explicit not implicit.

Protons, people, promiscuity of a Planck universe: particle physics, psychics and politics.

Late winter sprouting buds.The maple tree painted redPrimrose poking out of brown oak leaves.Pansies and the fist deep green leaves of bear breeches.

My first open crocus and daffodilsFlorescent yellow uplifts meServe notice to the coming f brighter daysTo replace the dread of winter grayNodding in a cool breeze it signals the spring forth of life. 2/1/00.

A gentle day is good newsA garden of colorful flowersCool breezes and a spider spinning it’s orbed web

I live with positive attitudesfree of indecisiveness,shame or unbridled blame.

How do I collect a rainbow?A bed of deep soft green moss.Somewhere in a 100,000 million galaxies.Garden and goldOn this cool morningWorking bees of late OctoberAre locked to the yellow petals

As the garden warms they are resurrected resuming their quest for nectar

Man is but a small part one of the universal design equations; a tale told with statistics and many hypotheses; full of attempts, success and defeats; whose journey is nil. Drp

Love and enjoy this moment? Let it happen.Simply let go to receive fulfillment and enrichment. Drp

A new hourA day of celebrationsA new century of centuriesImportant and nilSo abstract like the age of an ancient yewRoaming of Cambrian trilobites.A vision of both mundane and magnificent.Food not famineCooperation from the hearts of millionsWere joined if for only seconds of time

InvasionGnarled overgrown vinesA cross work a blanket of tough ropy vinesCover the sandy soil three inches thick a site that has reached dynamic equilibrium.Survival of the toughest.A tempest to turn around or do I need to?

A chance to choose, to change, to create my journey. Drp

ChatoogaGreen slopes sweet with hemlockNodding red and white trillium underneathOur rafts line a small beach at sandy fordOn our journey to earl’s ford.Quite pools and gentle ripplesGive way to raging rapidsOur raft bends over rounded rocks.At water edge giant tilted monuments of 1200 million year old metamorphic rockWe stop to examine old black and white massive migmatite and schistose mica gneiss.Cut away by the river.We lunch on the rock, feet dangling in the cool mountain waterDowning a Dagwood and coke.On past a waterfall as dick’s creek plunges into the river.Climbing the steep trail to the parking lotThe Chatooga gives way to moving cars and dust.

The real Marlboro man is anAir polluting machineClogging his lungsWith lethal chemicalsA fire suckingFilter flopping fart.Searching for a slow deathAt the expense of society.When he succeeds orStops sucking and sues.At least his family can put himProperly in the ground.The fire is out.

DroughtTorridEach day the plants wiltIn the dry red clay

Strong as rockBut yields no nutrients.Wilted wasted leaves fallRoots dieVerbodding doomCringing but prayHeat sucking the moisture from the soilSquash and cukes wrinkled

Elemental eternityStars explodeSpewing outPlanetary elementsFor evolving life

My gardens summer flowersOrange red day liliesRed yellow and

To craggy gardens the back way.My map shows only squiggles,The road of course is much more.Up a gentle valley past hamlets, past a rock churchDirected by a woman, who after asking at the post office said, “follow me!”I do and after a few twists she slows down and points to the road on the right. I turn and stop to wait on a farmer on his tractor coming toward the road, I stand up by my car door asking about his tobacco harvest, he has it all drying under blue plastic tents. I ask about the road; he has not been up in a long time, so I move out, the road turn to gravel as I had been told; starts to curve, rising gently at first changing to steeper grade with tighter curves, to switch backs to hairpin curves seemingly endless. The vegetation changes I look out my window to see the road far below switch back after switchback

rising up the side of the mountain soon fog surrounds me I see the road ahead twist back, I grip the steering wheel and turn again and again, finally the road turns to asphalt soon an opening a sign elevation 5220 feet I am at pigpen picnic area at craggy gardens. I continue on out onto the parkway coasting and braking in the fog down the mountain. The dew point clouds cover everything but some people still stop for the view.

A trail ambles up Carrick creek switching back and forth across the creek. The trail pitches upward through leathery leaves of rhododendron and airy hemlock. While the forest floor is covered with red partridgeberry, ginger and trillium.The trickling of water down the rocky bed splashing into potholes and over small falls breaks the silence. I stop to catch my breath and hear the cry of a distant hawk. Sensing my aloneness, I feel connected to the surrounding, feel my heartbeat connected to the splashing water,

Cool breezes rock the heavy bendingGolden yellow rods of late SeptemberSwaying in the shallowest breezeMixed with orange sunflower and coral pink canna.White and red trumpets of fragrant mirabilis

Catawba river eagleSoaring wings swept back rising on thermals of late September

Trees starting their technicolor movie before falling to the cold rains of winter cool breezes sway the yellow golden rodsorange sunflowers and white and red trumpets

Two journeysOne fraught with fleeting fearAnother cavalier and clear calmOne cringing cryingAnother fulfilling with fortuneOne slithering slimy snakingAnother tall trumpeted totalOne tittering tightly tied to temptationAnother giving great gregariousOne shallow superficial subservient seethingAnother superior sane simple sublimeMake life matter, not filled with delusion from the bowels of hell.

Universal self fulfillmentSet a comfortable agenda. Sense your direction.Be still listen and simply live the momentKeep barriers low. Encourage.Giveaway something – understanding - fidelity.Feel success and disappointmentsTreat friends, family and acquaintances with love.Be extremely forgiving.Patient people play. I play some every day.When it is all over, it is all over!Bones are unfeeling and unforgiving drp 9/01

On 9/11/02 looking out my windowGripping hurt and pains

Stand four white roses atop a struggling bushThe way I will remember the tragedy.Else I seek to depths of depression open up to intense anger and anguish.Realizing our vulnerabilityI search for rationalityThere is noneOnly utter blasphemous dastardlydestructionDeath utmost extreme, anarchical.I seek solace in reason but find noneOnly criminal barbaric actionPain unrelenting pain.I could find solace in helping?But how?

Spiritual aspects of gardeningInterconnectednessHelps me to discover my real selfSensitivity to natureFeelingsOpens up the inner me.I must accept no way to cover up.Feel any pain in the moment.Face it admit itDeal with it.Do not blame anyone especially yourself.

Dry October field covered with burnt orange and red flowersTentacles of overgrown passionflower vinesHang in languishing solitude.Two monarchs sit priced on my brick red sunflowersHoneybees cover mounds of coalescing marigolds along the path.

Closed coral red cannas and lipstick red four o’clocks.

Indian summer 3Late October warmth revives the gardenRe-blooming yellow and pink cannaRosesBrilliant burst of red –orange marigoldsTall salvias blue columnsAre visited by bees and butterfly.Dried intertwining grey-white goldenrod’sTwo bright yellow sulfurs seductively cavorting in the mid-November sunshine.Last of the purple morning glory vines clambering over the orange canary yellow marigolds and re-blooming snow white candytuft brighten the walk by the egg yoke yellow and blood red roses curled to meet the cold morning mist.

Earthquake and volcanoes are essential they are our lifeblood without them there would be no moving plates, no subduction, no mountains and no land. Gravity works ever too well for all time to erode the continents. Were it not for a churning interior there would be more whales and dolphins or other sea creatures. Devonian life emerged onto low lying swamps to become the terrible lizard of the Triassic, the mammals of the Miocene.

5/22/00 11:18 amLate winter sprouting buds.The maple tree painted redPrimrose poking out of brown oak leaves.

Pansies and the fist deep green leaves of bear breeches.The first open crocus and daffodilsFlorescent yellow uplifts meServe notice to the coming brighter daysTo replace the dread of winter grayNodding in a cool breezeThey signals the spring forth of life2/1/00.

A gentle day is good newsA garden of colorful flowersCool breezes and a spider spinning it’s orbed webA positive attitude free of indecisiveness, shame or unbridled blame.the micro-environment or local climate in your garden is determined by its latitude, altitude, temperature, humidity, prevailing winds, exposure and rainfall.

I delight in:What I am able to give, not what I acquire.What I stop to see and wonder about,Not breakneck work.What I share, feel and chanceNot the certainty of winning.An initial discovery-The pragmatic howLove and joy of this moment.As it happensI then enjoy contentment and enrichment.

Love and enjoy this moment? Let it happen.Simply let go to receive fulfillment and enrichment. Drp

A new hour --a day of celebrations--a new century of centuries-important and nilSo abstract like the age of an ancient yewRoaming of Cambrian trilobites.A vision of both mundane and magnificent.Food not famineCooperation from the hearts of millionsWere joined if for only seconds of time

the micro-environment or local climate in your garden is determined by its latitude, altitude, temperature, humidity, prevailing winds, exposure and rainfall.

All winter spring growth starts new plants and new flowers.My garden gives me much needed serenity a rebirth each and every day.By passers, visitors and neighbors see the garden from their perspective not mine.Photographs I take help me to view my garden objectively. With a series of photos taken over time I am able to see structure, color change, photos help me to develop an ever changing pallet of colors in time.Survival of the showiest

I succeed if todayI design and developdo with diligence.deliverWe are the only creatures that can have an active force of evil or evil intentions, resentments, malevolence, hate, and revenge

or good intentions, love and goodwill. Conceive beauty or ugly.

Garden 2002A nearly lifeless baked fieldNot a garden of plants.Temperatures soarSo drySoil like brick from a kiln.Insects search for reliefSaved byrolling thunder cloudsLightingDark unusually grey drearyNow dripping wet rusting leaves.Life revived

Rocky faceLike a bulging belly.A white and green monadnockHard dense unweatheredShaped by the elementsIce in winter water in summerThe trip up is steepOver washed and worn white grey granite gneissLaurel, spruce, pine growing from crevassesSmall stuntedSheared by the windOn top vultures roostAn abandoned quarry at the baseRed and yellow graffiti coveredBut small wet lands filled with flowering cardinal flower Joe pye and goldenrod

Let life be:Framed by valueGeared by goodHerded with happinessCorralled by conscienceSurrounded by substance.

Asbury mountain NCUp a shady steep slope

A tree covered monadnockOf slaby granite gneissPast Solomon’s seal, iris, blueberry, ferns and flowering phloxLarge boulders tipped, rolled and splitTo the top a caveOf weathered grey rockShelter for the firstWho fight to stay dry

I’ve given up trying to be rigorous. All I’m concerned about is being right. S. Hawkling

Think---learn----create---adapt tlca

Happy come from "hap " =chance as in mishap happy is fortunate of lucky. It's only a matter of my attitude; my fortune to me. I am responsible only for my behavior, so I have decided to be lucky. Like a muscle, attitudes improve with use. So, I exercise my attitudes every day.

Blue ridge mountain rocksFrom deep within the crust of the earthMassive dense metamorphosed rockCarried upward at the edge ofCrushing, subducted continental platesEons - eons agoFaults thrust upward the thick sediments of the ocean floorEarthquake after earthquake upward high into the crustMarble, slate and granite peaksIce and glaciers carve boulders tumble down into streams

Floods and strong rivers round the fallen weathered rockErosion carries away the debris. up the mountains rise slowlyWeathering, eons of weathering strip the rockWe see today eclogite once so deep in the bellyOf the earth; exposed on lick ridge, north Carolina

I should be creative in my suggestions and also be helpful, pleasant, and useful.I succeed today when I:Design and developDo with diligence.

DeliverWe are the only creatures that can have an active force of evil or evil intentions, resentments, malevolence, hate, and revenge or good intentions, love and goodwill. Conceive beauty or ugly.

‘I’ve given up trying to be rigorous.All I’m concerned about is being right.’ S. Hawkling

Unfettered growthUrban sprawl --expansionWidening roads nature destroyedAnvil rock, too highRare syeniteAnd in the way of progress.Exploded to rubbleNative plant populations routed and invadedDestroyed by rampant growing weeds.

Kudzu topiaries

Speeding south from my window I see Godzilla, an upright snarling rex.Not a delusionOnly kudzu draping tall pines..

Splish-splashChuck-a-luckUp downTo a boy almost endless motionNo the easiest way to make butter.

Shaped by the stormBent branches, twisted twigsa narrow trunk held fastSurvivor of a may storm.When winds abatedHail meltedBranches crackedHeld by stripped barkThe tree winter nakedspring leaves.Summer flowerFall fruit.

Epic of evolutionary egressiveness.Moment of monumental motives.Finesse in frivolityEffervescenceSaga of sensitivityJewel of joyous jubilationsTenderness of timeless totality.

I live from heart to heartWith simplicityGentle ripples on dark steel blue waterSun sets behind a granite knob.Cinnamon shoreline.

Give my allMy soulMy heart unfoldsNot an issue of controlLove to behold.

Sense the situation.See the best solution.Solve with sane solutions.

Winter isBlack dendrites on a grey black horizon.Is on the way outchanging toYoung budding green leaves and yellow daffodilsI still see a gnarled twisted pear branchThe frozen holly green and red.Green rosemary leaves

Perception determines perspective.

“The difference between genius and stupidity is; genius has its limits.” Albert Einstein

You lose before you gain.You give before you get.You follow before you lead.Build a solid foundationbefore you cry the die

Verbena bonanriesSkinny tall statelyTiny deep lavender flower podsBuzzed by bees

Hard resistant rock never endingWater flowsPoundingRoundingPolishing sharp cornersBroken edges rounded

WeedsSteadfast locked in soilStrong fibrous spiny stalksWear away my willEliminate.

EradicateThey have genetic genus.Else why so tenured andstrongTheir progeny and vitality assure vast volume

Between adaptability and rigidity

Birds building bungalowFor every stick placed four fall

“all certainty is temporary and is rooted in the society that gives it life.”

Topless towerA may storm strong from the westWinds violentHail and rainFlipped off the tower topSlammed it into a pecan tree, breaking branches the saved the house behind.

Chatooga rideOn a windless, clear cloudless day.We launch our craft three kayaks and two canoesOn the east fork of the ChatoogaThe water assures us an exciting ride.The first rapid right off gets the adrenalin flowing.From churning rapids to pools with silent flowA natural sloping bridge of trees from side to side.We move into the main river and rapids after rapidThen to five ledges each three feet drop is repeated no v for planning over you go.Cold water up to the waist.

The terminatorEveryone must stop to scout the chuteBoiling, churning and steep.But when a nine year old girlSplashes through.Not so easy to one thrown kayaker chasing his paddle.On to the take out a rope tree swing on the Georgia side a relaxing dunk.On to the next jaunt up the road to highland, nc to Brevard time to rest but the inns are full on to Asheville north east south and west I 26 I 40 to mars hill tired and about to give up one last try off 26 in Saluda up the road to heavens view to shower sleep and reinvigorated.On to roan mountainWalk the Appalachian trailSpell bound by red and orange rhodos and azaleas.

TODAYI seek changeembrace the undiscoveredget excited about meeting and developing relations with new peopleof relaxing, listening and learning to enjoy every aspect of lifeof ascending to new vistas both of the universe and my bodyI can experience a new level of consciences andaspire to encounter quantum motionMove into the realm where atoms are born, leptonslurch at quarks and noble neutrinos streak through galaxies;where clusters of stars; supernovas abound and black

holes cannot stop the my success.I am a creative force of immense proportions.the 50 trillion cells in my body and am a part of the 50 trillion galaxies and uncountable stars of this universe.

I have no shame—when I lose a game.I do not blame-nor excuse the lameI have the will to excel –and the power to fail.winning deals and fame in life-are they worth all the strife?

a mental moviesimple pleasures of minda nodded heada crocus budfalling peach flower petalsa sigh of pleasurerelief from painfear not realized

77 gapping voids in a neither landintrospective achievement.truly an achieving daya day to remembereach equal to the next.with standing the test of time.Denial grows like the most vigorous intractable weeds; surrender like a lovely fragrant flower. I pull the weeds to make way for the budding rose. Donald R. Privett

Blue Ridge valleysThe streams of Shaconage.* (place of blue smoke)Moss covered rocksFerns and dribbling springs

Forest of Rose and pink rhododendrons.

SERENDIPITYA child's smile, A couple walks hand in hand.Sunflowers of summer.A wayward primrose,A sunset through ochre cloudsacross a glacial lake,The last autumn pepperow draped on cypress branches.

Eye of the needlethread gingerlyfor the threads hold your dreamssew with a weave of diligence.Settle out the muddled meddled mire of the mindzillions of neutrons undermining reality.Emotional commitmentconsistency responsibilitypositive proper motives.trustbe boldthwart the fluttering spectra of delusions

Sinfully SensualSoulful as the whitest snowDown Soft skinTummy tightSmile so bright

At each moment she starts upon a long journey and at each moment reaches her end.... All is eternally present in her, for she knows neither past nor future. For her the present is eternity. Yet not in torpor would I find, awe is the finest portion of mankind. However scarce the world may make this sense--- in awe one feels profoundly the

immense. Johann Wolfgang yon Goethe, German (1749-1832)

“Seeing into darkness is clarity. Knowing how to yield is strength. Use your own light and return source of light. This is called practicing eternity”. Lao-tzu, Chinese (c.600 bc)

I move toward Godtoward loveAny justification and judgmentmoves me away from God.As I live this day I can enjoy or sufferAddicted to anxiety.Peace of mind is relativistic and honest emotion.The strong prey on the weak until they are weak and are then preyed upon.Do no tread on meDo some thing of lasting value.

Paint a sunset in your mind, plant a redwood.Read the classics and write a philosophical treatise to teach love.Help a kid plant a tree.Center your life on value and not reward.Stay fit for the youth so that they get out and walk with nature not live watching TV and playing video Games.Contemplate the seasons and the eons of geologic change.There is no value in owning property unless you pass it along to a conservation trust.

PLUCKER == patience love understanding compassion kindness empathy resolve

CHLUMP Compassion Helpful Love Understand Motivated Patient

Indian Summer 4Out my window a stately maple painted abstractly a kaleidoscope orange, copper red and rust brown.Goldenrod fields ripple with a breeze.Last tomatoes slowly ripenPurple muscadine trails the laurel and red dogwood.

Discovery. Instead of recoverySee the simplest way.In recovery I must look at both bad deeds and actsDiscovery takes me to new vistas testing my skills and enhancing recoveryDiscovering is the key to divorcing myself from an ego dead in its tracksAn ego yet to discover matters of the heartDiscovering enables me to supersize my heartDiscovery gives me hoperecovery lags me mire me in my pastToday I accept and I change. Recovery discoveryNo matter what your circumstances, remember,THIS TOO SHALL PASS!

"When we see land as a community to which we belong, we may begin to use it with love and respect." Aldo Leopold in A Sand County Almanac

Show me your garden and I shall tell you what you are. - Alfred Austin, 1835-1913.

The depth of our anxiety measures the distance we are from God." c. 1973 Came to Believe. P. 26

Shasta waveBud pop open near the middle of AprilA wave of white and yellow fill my garden.The show so elitecaptures everyone’s attention.Beauty in symmetry and color.A wave in the spring breeze

Spring sedumShowers showSucculent sproutsA simple stemtiny chartreuse flowers by May day.

Free of fearLive with no expectationsLive in the nowDo not project or positLive an honest and peaceful life.The rest will take care of itself.

Special relativity simplifiedWith SingularityThere was lightThere was energy - lots of energyInfinite massEnergy at the speed of lightSpreading more than instantlyFor time just beganTime and space filled with energy.

Autumn showRainbow of yellow lupines and goldenrod’sPurple Joe pye and ironwoodLavender kudzu and aster

A day of 1,000 curves.Robbinsville, NC to Pumpkin town, SCSpend the night by a cornfield.Travel around mountain curves up and down,Against narrow steel gritted drop-offsFacing oncoming carsPuts some fears in your heart.

I must grow or else deteriorate.Any status quo can only be for today,never for tomorrow.Change I must;I cannot stand still."

STARS ARE BORNEmpty spacevoid of mattersix atoms of hydrogen per meter cubedBetter than any earth made vacuum.Denser areas are placentas of clouds and dustLeft from galaxy formationAreas are cooler -440 F so atoms are closerForming puffy and lumpy molecular clouds of dust and gas.Gas to form ten to ten million starsLike the sun.with 1000 to 2000 giant molecular clouds existing galaxiescold gas collapse into stars.Stars forming - heats the nearby starsdestroys the clouds. Star birth slowsFewer are bornDevelopment stopsClouds dieCold again.

The cycle of star birth continues.

The grind off Highway 56With great hope but little planningunder a hot September sunat nine a.m. bears down.we begin work in the purgatory of the universeHoping scattered milky grey clouds blot out some heat.Our goal is practical progress.We work with tangible grace in unisonMoving precisely and repeatedlyPast the Bikini Bay parking lot, to finishBefore it is filled with cars for the first showOpening our wells is compounded byAsphalt now covers five wells.Opened, instrumentally testing,We sample each of 34 wellsPlace water samples in plastic vialsAnd into coolers.evening approaches, mosquitoes bite,Deet is no protection.under bright beam truck headlights. we complete the last well

A field of Richburg sunflowers,Bright yellow and brown faces.Look toward me.In the breeze they danceSparrows peck the brown seedpods.

Brownfields/cotton mill daysIn the good old days of relentlessAir and water pollution,Corporate America ruledFrom tongue to toiletHouses all the same design

One by onePeople struggle dailySome even think they have the good life.I know better. Adulthood comes quickStarting at 18, I worked 12-8 amThen too high school classesTo save for college.On my way from work I meet my MomMy cotton covered hustling body.Must get read for school.

UNIVERSAL PROPORTIONSMore stars in our modest Milky Way galaxyThan there are people who have ever lived on earth.More stars than one could count in a lifetime,In a thousand lifetimes.100 billions galaxies of 100 billion starsplanets sustain lifeWe are not alone10 times as many stars as grains of sandOn all the world's beaches and deserts.7 followed by 22 zeros or, more accurately 70 sextillionBut a lump of table sugar has as many atomsAs there are stars in the universe.

Everything is connected change-We are all in this journey together.Nature is change throughout its range.Man is an evolutionary force –We destroy habitat and impose selection on many species.

Take Simple steps.

Listen and hearSee and do.Understand and actLive Faith, love and peaceEnjoy Serenity

"Wisdom: the faculty of making the best use of knowledge, experience, understanding, etc.; good judgment, sagacity "Webster's Unabridged Dictionary

ScourerHourTowerCower in his hole where God sent his soulMarrow sucked bones weathered brown

RansackKnapsackPacksackhacksaw

winter flowers hug the groundcovered in ivory snowand weighted by

Prettier than the expanding cosmosMore Passionate than trillions of new blue starsand soft tender skinsearing tasty lips.

Sunday serendipity, on the steep slopes ofStumpy Pond.A leaf-lined trail passes rugged rocky slopesAbove the waters edge.A leaf lined trailTakes you to split-rock,A large granite boulder

Split by nature forces now weakenedBy the assineity of red necksUsing a car jack they tried to destroyClimb down to the rocky shore.Below the diverging cracks,Gnarled branches of lean trees, struggle to find places to rootreturn by a spring feed brookGreen ferns and vines.A winter sunset across the lake brightens the gray-blue water

Red giantSun’s demiseExpand temperature dropsCinder of a planet

Truth is available to you when you careI move toward God toward loveAny justification and judgment moves me away from God.As I live this day I can enjoy or sufferAddicted to anxiety.Peace of mind is revalistic and honest emotion.The strong prey on the weak until they are weak and are then preyed upon.Do no tread on meDo some thing of lasting value.

Paint a sunset in your mind, plant a redwood.Read the classics and write a philosophical treatise to teach love.Help a kid plant a tree.Center your life on value and not reward.Stay fit for the youth so that they get out and walk with nature not live watching TV and playing video Games.

Contemplate the seasons and the eons of geologic change.There is no value in owning property unless you pass it along to a conservation trust.

our brain and therefore our thoughts can also be changed by sleep, exercise, nutrition, environment, and the state of our sexual hormones, to name a few factors we can often control ourselves. It is equally true that anything done to the mind will also change the body---meditating, telling our troubles to a friend, or even just writing them down." -- Elaine N. Aron, Ph.D., The Highly Sensitive Person

I replaced my dependence on that drug with various activities: public service, meditation, talking with friends, journal writing, and daily walking.

Certainly you don’t have to do your best in everything. But you may want to devote at least some of your energies to exploring your potential in music, writing, painting and sculpture, drama or dance. Not only will they help you discover new facets of your personality, but they will also increase your ability to appreciate the artistic productions of others. Being a good audience member is as important as being a performing artist.

Silence isrelationship deathPainfulPowerful

FrustrationSufferingDeplorableNothingnessRidiculous

Conversation isRelationship HelpAn InvitationTeacherAcknowledgementconnection

Communication isRelationship hopefeelingsCommendableElixirIntercourseGood behavior

Listening isLearninglovingEnables Relationships

A ttitudeC ontentmentCommunicationE mpathyP atienceT otalA dvantageN urtureC onnectionE ntireIs In the only path to soulful serenity.

Ignorance appreciates nothingInnocence enjoysIntelligence comprehendsWisdom understands

EquinoxEqual day and nightPeace and hope

Kindness tempered with assertivenessBalance is equalWeight equal timePassion tempered with acceptance

The eternal the truthCosmic time is spaceGrowth deathCyclingClusters of galaxiesGrow apart as the universe agesNew stars grow expand explode to form planets maybe you and me.

County PromisesWe still have the three brownfields and their pollutionThe oil and dye stained soilsgasoline contaminated ground water,Deteriorating rotting downtown buildingsWe must love to live in squalor

hemlock groveLook through the hemlock groveStately straight tall brown spires topped with the greenest greenI see a natural cathedralA place for solitude, loving and sharingA place where I canTouch the barkSmell the needlesHear the breezeSee the daylight on the fallen needlesTaste my lover’s last kiss.

Tenderness is a kind passing touchHelping handHopeful heartPeaceful agenda

Simple success.

The most important question-decision-development.

TodayI journey in peace.With loveToward serenityFor everyoneToward acceptanceFrom suffering and destructionI find answers to all my questions.

ConstructionSentinels in concreteTall cylindrical Reactor canistersImmense megalithsColored concrete and volcanic ash GreyRising from an excavated bowl of solid yet fractured rocks

I live on the deepest level of inner awareness- self-awareness – sense-see- still and stable.The untrustworthy are: very afraid – very cautious, demanding, with no compromise, lack empathy for people, think directionally rather than global.

perception perseveranceindefatigable acceptance.Attitude determines perception

Four-o-clock floral frenzyEarly each morning and again near darkSmall trumpets openSultry fragrant fills the airAnd thousands of red, yellow and white flowers stand at attentionAs the day warms they shrivel fold and twist into a faded lifeless bleb for the next display

Identify my feelingsWhen content I experience wholeness and peace.aggravation or confusion when I let circumstances takes my serenity.I find the obstruction and move beyond itLive with my entire mindNot my conflicted mindWork then turn it overI am responsible, not a victimI do not wait to be saved or lovedI love each and every day.I reside with peace, oneness, stillness and wholeness – a beautiful place.I do for don good healthy food a balance of work and playQuestion everything - is it working for me?Action for sacred anxietyUnshakable inner peace.GratitudeWhat can I do to prevent same anxiety from recurring? I speak my true feelings

The part of me that interprets, judges and reacts does not even See the eternal. It can not touch truth because it does not know truth

I have the wholeness of love.I respond from my whole mind.Emotional sobrietyGod guides me to sobriety, happiness and peace,I respect others reality.Unreasonable demandsI nurture my spiritual growth?

Process

The process of love is not a given.It requires effort, is not endlessIs relative, not absolute.Is tender and passionate touches, not just chemistry?Is convoluted and frequently requires forgiveness.Grows from two hearts that want sharing and friendship more than all else.Would you work for love?

With:A gentle and guiding hopeSoulful searching and open heartSoft tender touchesA sweet loving smileThe bright glow of mountain summer sunsetsThe power of Triple FallsThe sweetness of bountiful Black Balsam blueberries.Great taste of oatmeal pecan cookies.I love you greatly for the rest of time.

Shame and blame highest cards in the dysfunctional game

Create a positive visionUse the power of my imagination to create positive worry free fantasies.My thoughts about the future influence my actual future.Seed the future with my thoughts. FSAA p.170

No sense fighting the pastNo time to try to change othersNo efforts to convince.

Lost souls enshrinedDedicated to this moment.

Your kisses so tender, so passionate.Sear into my being.When you whisper in my ear or I see your pretty smileI quiver in delight and feel joy.When we snuggle I feel happiness and love,Feel passion and tenderness,Contentment and astronomical pleasure.I love you beyond all terrestrial constraints.With you, I sense a universal completeness as thoughWe are bound in love eternal.Our hearts joined, embracing both serenity and singularity.

SunEight light minutes awayFusion bright yellow hydrogen to helium. Radiates sustains our existenceFor five billion yearsUnimaginable powerFlares stretching thousand of miles

Waterfalls, Mountain summer hikesMeeting for the first time, we hiked, had lunch of blueberries, cantaloupe and my first almond butter sandwich.Our second hike found us in the middle of Graveyard Fields. Sitting and eating on a gravel bar in the middle of the Yellowstone Prong.Date three we lunched at Jump-off rock and hiked amidst galax and rhododendron.Then in the Dupont forest along the Little River walked to Hooker Falls, to High Falls. and by Triple Falls.

Off the Blue Ridge Parkway along a ridge on a bald toward the Shinning Rock.She smiled in grove of hemlocks showing me one of her favorite places.A steep trail to the top of Black Balsam picturing the complex Appalachian rocks.Along the Green River we searched for trails and found a waterfall.An exciting drive up steep Oak Mountain, waterfalls just off the road.

Graveyard fields Blue Ridge ParkwayBurnt brown tree stumps stand like tombstones on the hill across the valley.Yellowstone prong flows through gravel bars and on bedrock, coursing from ripples to rapid and falls.White spires of early July galax and blueberries in flower.Wonderful place for relaxin,g lunch on the rocks in the middle of the creek.

maiden of summerCome down to the river to lie on a carpet of soft verdant moss covering a large boulder, watch the eagle soar, listen to the shad trudging upriver, hear the squawk of the crow,the melody of songbirds,smell the fragrant laurel.I lie with my bronzed maiden of summer.

Spring sunriseThe union of land and sky

Pierced by our fiery orange orb ascending from the horizon giving us sustenanceHeat to move the cloudsConvection cellsRain for the plantsHeat and lightChlorophyll and growthPurifies the air for you and meConnects me to eternity in cycles of cycles.

Late winter SpringCrocus, squill and daffodilsDraped over a rocky hillphlox mixed with early dillSpills over a nearby windowsill.

Smashing atomsCrashing stars are no compareFor we are bonded in close embraceI’ve memorize your electric smileMixed melded shiveringPassion vaporized.A most intense ContentmentFills meI am overwhelming pleasureYou are the most delicious womanIn this word

June gardenAfter the rainFor weeks my garden struggledWilted parched flowers and veggiesStalwart standThis rain blessed the plantsWith startling new growth

TransformedTragic noUnkind maybe,Unthinkable possiblyGhastly impossible

MY RIDE - YOUR RIDE.I enjoy living what is todayI really have no other choice.I can escape with pills, booze and insane ideasIt not better to live the moment?The deep gray of a winter daySprings vital green growthSummers bounty of nurturing foodcolorful crackling crunchy falling leavesNo two days are the sameEach day I have moved many milesEach day I change for better or worse.I can simply enjoy the ride.

I strengthen my mindSolve problemsLive answersReflect resultsTempered and tranquilAccepting the ride

FISHING CREEK FLOAT13 strong we slide canoes and kayaks down the poison ivy covered steep banka gentle flow greets uson this late spring daythe creek covered bya crossing canopy of leaning sycamoreslike arching cathedral bracesmoss covered rocks blocksome times most of the channelas do freshly fallen trees.sand bars come and goon one we stop to snack and talkrest a littleprincess treesin full fragrant flower.Like poor mans orchids.

Seed pods fall and drift in the waterExplaining why the tree isso abundant long the banks.Widening and slowing we are at our lake destinationThe busy highway noise removes all peace and serenity.

First flowering four o’clocksWhite, red, yellow and pink.Their fragment trumpetsBroad bright green leavesOn two feet stalksopened only near duskafter four o clock DSTon overcast days the perfume permeates the humid air.

Ego satisfactionMoments of gloryHours of workYears of preparationEons of evolution.

Cut down dig up the trees, shrubs and grasses.The soil vulnerable to run-offErosionSilt clay sandFill the creekEggs destroyedFry suffocated.

Our Earth is not at rest.it moves around the Sun.The Sun orbits the center of the Milky WayThe Milky Way Galaxy orbits in the Local Group of Galaxies.The Local Group falls toward the Virgo Cluster of Galaxies.But these speeds are less than the speed that all of these objects together move relative to the cosmic microwave background radiation (CMBR).

Local Group moves at about 600 kilometers per second relative to this primordial radiation.This high speed was initially unexpected and its magnitude is still unexplained. Why are we moving so fast? What is out there?

ForesightFortitudeForgivenessFearless and infallible.I nourish my spirit, it envelops and enfolds- flowers and fruits peace love and kindness

Blooming laurel out of grey granite bouldersFragrance oozes into the air around the peppermint colored flowers.

Body mind and spirit one.I have choicesI can loveChange confused confounded correct causes chanceI seed my chances with attitudes of action and choiceShould I complain, feel sorry for myself see negativeThere is no bad lunch only bad choices.I my fate my choice?

Truth honestyWhat I miss todayWhat was never thereIn my childhoodWhy I never learned to love.I learned what I saw.DisfunctionalismWhen I really needed friendsLove is sharing and I was selfishLove is helpingI saw only mom help

Love is genuine and my father was deceitful and uncaring.

My townBuildings - houses crumbling, rotting into oblivionNever learned to manage itselfLack of leadership and poor personal participationGripingVery poor race relationsClosing millsGraduates leave and retirees die.

The irony of timeIndispensable to me.relative to the universeSpace to galaxies in the universe.Our lives are how we use themNo way can I waste timeAbsolute

If the name of the game is shameThen all your encounters you’ll blameLife is much more than lameYour flashbacks you will never tame‘They come again and again the sameYour life it will be maimed.

Hiking the Bartram TrailThick smoky stagnant fog along the groundWe park by the roadUnfold our chairs and split a Dagwood and cokeWalk the Bartram trail along the west fork of the ChatoogaThe first flowers of springWhite rue anemoneUnfurling olive green fernsMayapple and trillium aboundWe cross a gently arcing steel bridgerapids mummer

geese circlein formation and chaotic arraysBy a wetlandsparkling gneissSoggy silent groundsolitudeweathered concrete bridge foundationsShow the way of the pastListen to the new ipodBluegrass music by Red Lodge, Mt. duo“Coming down the mountain”.

Today’s journeyLet’s meLove everyoneJoin in happiness and joyLet’s me find the solutionCarries meensures new perspectives.I develop a proper positionGives me one more chance to complete promises to myself and others.

A spring day in my gardenThe greenest greenFlower spires shoot upUnfold yieldingA spectrum of colorsOther plants emerge from winterIn full flowerOthers with new born red, yellow and orange and brown leavesWhite flowers of honesty, iris and

Soul soundsI long for the silence ofin deep spacea cosmic coldpain to frenzied delightLike the heart of the heatherStill, like the calmest stormYet, like thunder and lightening energyGentle joy joined

to frazzled forlornHell of rationalizationsI sense silence

hemlock groveLook through the hemlock groveStately straight tall brown spires topped with the greenest greenI see a natural cathedralA place for solitude, loving and sharingA place where I canTouch the barkSmell the needlesHear the breezeSee the daylight on the fallen needlesTaste my lover’s last kiss

How do I improve??I decide toAffirm itSee it in actiontaste itEnjoy it.

I’ve grown from low patience high anxietyTo low anxiety High patience

To harbor any resentment blocks all spiritual growth.I forgive---------It lightens my burdensHeals my soulEnergizes my spiritHelps me live love.What do I really want?KindnessA love one to share hopeWork to contribute to planet earth.

Pixels picturesConvey in word or numbersLight caught by COD

First Tomato 7/7/05Low on the vine half hiddenby hairy lime green leavesNot much to brag aboutGnarled irregular sphereOf bright orange redA little larger than a tennis ballBut so juicy, sweetIt melts in your mouthSummer delight

Dautra or MoonflowerCreamy bright whiteA deep trumpetUpright at attentionFirst one then two now fourOn each new branchA flowerOpening in the eveningLasting through the nightNectar for fertilizing mothsWilting in the noonday sun.

My purpose is to share not sufferGive not hold inLove not indifferenceFidelity not resentmentSimplicity

I sense your feelingsPain of your pastProtects your psycheKeep it simpleLive the saneOnly a rippleNever stippleLives a simple pragmatic lifeKnows nature nurtures love and life

Oh how hard it is to agreeMany eyes,So differently we see

Tree standing worth three times a cut tree. Keeps rainfall in basin and controls flooding?Stores more water. Cleared area 75 % run-off only 25 evaporates to provide clouds to produceMore rain farther away. Some counties have a stumpage tax pay the value tree provided.Encourage wood and paper recyclingPesticides use in the US has doubled in the past 20 years. There is a link between pesticide exposure and several diseases. Buy and eat organic to reduce your risks.You should listen to all information given to you – even a bearded drunk motorcycler who tells youif you want to do a good job, there were turkey shoots into the eight foot embankmentbehind the monitoring well. Water had a very high lead level.

Spiritual designs for living has three aspects1. Reduce influence of self-will2 Selfless service3 determined re-directions

Am I groping for answers I may never get?

You reap what you sow, what you put into the lives of others comes back into your own.

ISay hello and I growSee delightNo need to fightWith despairMy psyche tearMy mind then needs repair

Slow down and love lifeListen and hearRead and understandSee and enjoy

Boomerangs of lifeI reach out I reach inI search. I find love.I decide I live changeI move it gives me the rangeI need to reviewThe well of grief and silenceGives me courage to draw tranquility

July nightsAt twilight it is still hotI sit on the front stepWait for a breeze from the westTo bring the four o clock’s fragrance.For the full moonTo bring the moths to the Dautra.Convoluted like a pollen pattern in verily slowly flowing water.A pattern of plastic folds in metamorphic rock.

Mountain IslandA steep granite ridgeCovered in pine and tulip treesSteep rocky north facing escarpmentWhite Rhodendrons growGnarled roots wander to find a toe hold In rocks.

The gentleness of today is here for me to accept or struggle against.When I let go of situations, problems, ideals, behaviors, emotions I enjoy a gentle life, have peace, have hope, a sense of positive direction. I am free from anxiety, turmoil,

separateness, live with gentleness, expansive happiness, generous love from earth and humankind. I see why we are invited to give as well as receive.

Biloxi grand casinoRead about its destructionCan not seem to feel any painThou 3000 jobs were lostThey were part of a gaming economyGaming what they call gambling.1500 seat casino wash out to sea.Good or bad is not my callTourism and gambling not my callBuild to withstand a category 5 storm.It buckedTwo stories of parking washed away.

R release from bondageE enlighten envelopmentC change complicates choiceO overhaulV vibrantE evolving emancipationR rejoicingY yours everyday

R real rationalizationE embarrassS sentence of anger and avariceE expectationN not neededT their thinkingM my mind muddledE expectation of effortN noxious notionT toxic testament

Broken brown stalks and branchLeaves crackleThis dry August and September

A killing droughtVegetables shrubs and flowersHardier weeds abound

Raging vortexPulls the waterTracking predicting guessingTurningIn the pathYou move out or you drown

Speak sensitive.Smell successTaste todayHear

Denial grows like the most vigorous intractable weeds; surrender like a lovely fragrant flower.I pull the weeds to make way for the budding rose.

Hiking the Bartram TrailThick smoky stagnant fog along the groundWe park by the roadUnfold our chairs and split a Dagwood and cokeWalk the Bartram trail along the west fork of the ChatoogaThe first flowers of springWhite rue anemoneUnfurling olive green fernsMayapple and trillium aboundWe cross a gently arcing steel bridgeRapids mummerGeese circleIn formation and chaotic arraysBy a wetlandSparkling gneissSoggy silent groundSolitudeWeathered concrete bridge foundationsShow the way of the past

Listen to the new ipodBluegrass music by Red Lodge, Mt. duo“Coming down the mountain”.

A symphony of chaosOur planets motionMoves the seasons and tectonic plates.Transforms everythingInertia and revolutionTime’s mechanicRandom is not free of orderBut is grown by chance and non-sequences

NotesThe stars Galileo saw were in some cases galaxies-collections of hundreds of millions of stars.