IN THE MOMENT

When morning arrives in shafts of light,

dimensions and intentions arrive as well.

From dream to dream we dream our path.

I feel like a veteran today;

a day to remember survival.

We do, all of us here, survive.

Snail Mail, an old fashion, revived.

Has it simply survived obsolescence;

wave length snaking onward silently?

We "get by with a little help from friends"

Most of us, some hobbled by time, try

with a little help from our friends!

 

{I call her "Cora".  Last night we danced with two hundred folks}

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Sometimes, the wheel spins in one direction,

then spins counter-clock-wise for a little while.

Eventually, movement becomes still, stops.

{Straight rainbow fabric pen on embroidered piece}

Sometimes, there's a sudden need of color:

paint a table top, or cane bright yellow.

Cut the band off a torn hat.  Change buttons

 

{from black to off white, sewn with red and silver thread}

Sometimes, a sudden need of order prevails,

pushing some ancient rock-gathering memory

into hours of sorting a small button collection.

Sometimes, 'fight or flight' kicks in hard,

the reptilian brain craves immediate escape.

Television was invented just for these times.

 {"Empire of The Sun" by Bertolucci.  It's Chinese cultural history in magnificent images, with more than adequate text, and characters.  The story tellers art lives}

{A  Dalai Llama gives a cricket to a boy of three, the same age he was when it was given to him}

MONDAY

Past and future meet in every moment.