It could lead me anywhere, this path,
or so it feels. "It feels' means "I feel".
I feel like this today.
Solar Flares last night, while I slept unknowing,
the sun, spewed tons of hot debris around.
And what is that to me or thee?
"Our emotions are neither stupid nor omniscient. They are imperfect oracles. Nevertheless,
a strong emotion is a reminder that, even when we think we know nothing, our brain knows something. That’s what the
is trying to tell us."
These hands make things to keep from
fluttering off the edge--an eye here,
a buddha there, some leaf-like things drifting every which way the wind seemed to be
blowin', and which part of thought morning
light illuminated for showing, so
these hands got going:
THE MOON STARTED IT
A PATH APPEARED
THEN A SKETCH
A LINE OF TREES LEADS TO
THINGS GROW OTHER THINGS
While wintering inside, this pot full of seeds, leaves, flowers, sand and more.
grew it's own company, feeding the essence
it had saved from frost, tirelessly
turning itself to rot, to brew and stew
new life out of the old.
AN IN-BETWEEN PROJECT, AND
MATERIAL ON A CLOTHESPIN HOOP
(thanks to Jude)
To be continued...
WHERE THE PATH FINALLY LEAD
Picture yourself in a boat on a river...
Stop here with me for a glee-break,
the alternative tea break, a you-and-me break,
a place to be break-away from that
oh-so-sad and 'difficult', problem-solving tasks,
those overbearing have-to's and must-do's.
Come float your boat on an ocean of what-if's,
virtual travel backwards and forwards through technicolor time to a world only briefly
free from gravity's compelling grip.