The Web

I asked the universe to

swing some doors open

so I could see what

contribution I could make

and be delighted in

the process.

A small opening is

drawing me

into its clutches

like the spider and

the fly.

Too bad for the fly

but the spider’s

happy.

A net, a web of

sticky stuckness

for the fly

while the spider

without wings

just glides over

the surface to

pick up his meal.

Mixture of Gerbera flowers at a farmers market in Los Angeles, California

Mixture of Gerbera flowers at a farmers market in Los Angeles, California

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All is Well

I could not write or bore you with what’s on

my mind/

in my mind.

I enjoy eating too much

I think.

My weight is fine

but I eat more than

my body wants often.

Even healthy food

can be comforting

to me

if I eat too much.

Or eat when I’m bored.

It’s like I don’t want to

think

and excess food

shuts that down nicely.

Eventually, I’ll

have to face what

I’m avoiding.

It seems all is well

only I’m the only one

who doesn’t know it.

Sea cave at low tide. Devil's Punchbowl State Natural Area. Oregon

Sea cave at low tide. Devil’s Punchbowl State Natural Area. Oregon

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An Apple a Day

If I was fed an

apple

I was offered

I’d take it.

So hungry am I

for some one’s

offerings freely

to attach

nothing to it–

not a tree

not a stem

not a leaf

just “here”, “here’s

an apple for you

to do with as you

want–

juice, eat or

whatever your

fancy.”

I like red

a lot

but I’m not sure

it likes me.

I guess I could

find out–if

I’m offered.

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Close up of red rose (Ingrid Bergman Hybrid) after rain shower. Portland Rose Test Garden. Portland, Oregon

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Pushing a Cart

Sunday on a 4 day weekend

bookended by holidays.

A free country allows for

voice and change.

Some don’t care to do too

much

against their supporters

financially.

How much money do we need

anyway?

A small amount

is a small amount.

So many have even less.

So much less.

Why are they challenged

so?

Like life rubbing them

down and

out

before their time.

My heart says

it cares.  What else

to do it does not

know.

So much injustice

in a just country.

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Bleeding Heart Vine, Glory Bower Clerodendrum thomsoniae. Crystal Garden, Victoria, British Columbia, Canada.

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A Gift

What could be beyond the veil?

From this side there is only

a sheet of nothing that blurs

the vision–blocks the vision

of something

beyond which only a few

have been & lived to tell

about it.

Something happened.  You

don’t go around telling of

a spectacular dream you’ve

had over a decade or more

ago.

Dreams come and go.

Not too many special

ones that have changed

who you are, what you

do with the rest of your

life.

A gift is usually how

we experience places

we would otherwise not

ordinarily be able to

return to at will.

It usually has to be

given and we need

to accept it.

Close up of Teddy Bear Sunflower.

Close up of Teddy Bear Sunflower.

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Freedom

How to get a lot in a little?

A seed, an egg can do it.

They might have to look at

their watch a while

in becoming.

Hatch you must

and not just on boats

to peek your head out

to see if the sun is still

shining.

But to break free

from all old

and worn beyond

measure

to a new vantage

point

high enough to

see in every

direction

while you yourself

are visible requires

inspiration–and your

part–follow through.

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Choosing Joy

I trust myself

as unlikely as the decisions

I’m making seem a turn

around from what my

mind is telling me would

be safe & healthy and would

not get me into as much

trouble as choosing what

I want.

Eat, drink and be merry, for

tomorrow we die

–yes? no? doesn’t matter,

being “merry” no matter

what the future brings

seems all important.

If you don’t want

anything–well,

no movement happens to

get anything.

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SHAKE OFF LOVE

Why do you shiver in your boots

in the heat of the day?

What could possibly take you

apart, Humpty-Dumpty

like, never to find your

way back?

There’s only life and

not living–just existing–

waiting to be struck

with cupid’s lightning

rod and every Valentine’s

Day will forever be changed.

Or you could traverse this

continent looking for love

and never finding it.

Where is the sense in that?

Staying alone because

you can’t get along

or your standards

don’t even get a

chance to be tested

–they sit rotting,

rusting in the clouds

too high for anyone

to approach.

Path at Seal Rock, Oregon

Path at Seal Rock, Oregon

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The Hawk and Friends

The hawk doesn’t have a deed

to the land he flies over

but it’s his as much as

any other resident inhabiting

his air space.

Soar as he might, no one

bothers him–save an

errant crow occasionally.

He pumps his wings a

few easy times and

then glides in joyous

purview of the land below.

All of the animals are free

and pay no rent for where

they live.

Somehow humans got

off on the wrong foot

in that area.

Cineraria, and Ranunchulus flowers. Al's Nursery, Oregon

Cineraria, and Ranunchulus flowers. Al’s Nursery, Oregon

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Be

I can be

boring it would be

don’t you think

to just be

and do nothing

else?

I could wait…

for a

miracle…

of sorts to appear.

Do I have

patience?

Will I just

settle in

and see where

nothing doing

gets me?

Most everything

we want,

seek, is

within already.

Why don’t we

sit and be

and realize

that?

 

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