Notes Found on the Refrigerator July, 2016
When I think someone nearby
Is charging me too much for my resources,
I spend more on gas and time—
Not really saving a dime!
But, I guess, it is not the cost—
It must be the satisfaction
Not buying from them
The beautiful drive.
As A Writer:
How can anyone capture a free spirit when one lives alone—
Even with another;
Gliding, diving, and bumping into things—
Independent of reason or rhyme?
Yet, their direction is always the same—
Come hell, heaven, or high water—
Destination, always unknown.
Unable to catch the spirit passing by—
That captured sight;
Unable to capture it—
With an un-capturing eye.
Through the abyss of “reality’s diminishing disguise”
Beauty and imagination often reveal themselves in subtle smiles;
Lest we forget, where we— come from!
How to read this reflection—
We really are.
Good Morning sunrise
Moon’s reflection still shinning
Oh beautiful day
Releasing Illusions On The Shore
Beach sand sifted from my hands—
Silently clutched by gravity
settles in small drifting piles beneath me.
Thought and mood changed from grain to grain.
Perils and adventures rise and fall—
Again and again.
From one position to the next—
All things change
From illusion to truth—
Only a mindful soul steadily remains
In each sunset, in each full moon, in each new sunrise,
Where, we become the sand—
Released from our hands.
From sand to diminishing pottery
My soul pours out the last of life
Of existence to non-existence
Of holding its last
Whoa! There’s a small spider in my car!
Catching me unaware—
How did he get in?
Kissing me on my chin—
So sweet, so devouring
what should I do with him?
I’ll stick my head out the window,
At 50 miles per hour, that should be the last of him.
Shoot! There goes my hat!
But, apparently, not my new best friend—
Best buckle up then.