Sleep

To curl up in a

cloud

surround

my self

with

angel dust

sprinkle

a little

all around

and over

my body

close my eyes

mind in neutral

out of gear

going nowhere

at rest

with my soul

searching

left

til tomorrow.

Juniper with fresh snow. Near Burns, Oregon

Juniper with fresh snow. Near Burns, Oregon

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Red, Green, Blue, Brown, Yellow

Red

stops dead

the line of traffic.

Green

Nature’s color

welcomes all who

are stopped.

Healing

Eyes absorb its magic

Blue of sky

Yellow of Sun

Brown of bark

all belong in nature

naturally.

No paints

filters or any change

Nature comes perfect

whole and complete

as they say.

Might as well not

fight it.

It’s bigger than

all of us.

Always.

 

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fuel

The day is long

My arm is long

The day is short

Time flies

Crawls

Stops

Timelessness

Bliss

Being in the body

and somewhere else–

out of it–

at the same time.

Feeling bliss, rapture

enveloped in joy

on a trip to heaven

if not already there.

Less is not more always.

Deficiency

needs filling

a car without gas

goes nowhere

fuel

everyone needs fuel.

Close up of red Peony 'Fairy Princes'. Oregon

Close up of red Peony ‘Fairy Princes’. Oregon

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Renew

It’s good to start off the day

with exercise–a good workout!

It makes the rest of the day

go much easier.

Weekends when no work looms

provide the space to do what you

want.  I like to move–walk,

run, exercise in nature.

It’s not that hard physically

yet going to my “limits” and

feeling “worked out” gives me

a chance to renew my mind,

feelings and body free from

the impositions of a job.

I’m glad I can’t stand

being indoors for very long.

I’m a lot healthier getting

out for an hour.

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View of Zion National Park from trail in high country, Utah 

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flowers

Flowers–all the colors–

brighten my life.

Cheer my soul–or something

in the area of the heart.

Lift my mood

air my brain.

Flowers give their life

& then they’re gone.

They touch existence

momentarily–while

they are fresh–older

flowers don’t hang

around that long.

Dried and lifeless, they

still have their place.

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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Sensitivity

so feel like an island.

A fortress fortified with

defenses unpenetrable–as if

I was ‘proud’ of my

‘untouchablelness’.

I have always been a

defender as opposed to

an aggressor–

peaceable mostly.  Impatient

and irritable & demanding

even, sometimes.

Yet for all that, I remain

alone–distant at an

extended arm’s length

from almost everyone.

It’s so painful to communicate

on an intimate level–I am

so easily hurt–it’s really not

fair–I can be ‘tough’ but then

I’m not vulnerable and tend

to be ‘bossy’ to exert my

authority or dominance

when I sometimes do so.

I’m glad I’m ‘smart’ but

sad I’m sad & sensitive

sometimes it seems such

a hardship.

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Small fir tree growing next to Giant Sequoia (Sequoiadendron giganteum) Sequoia National Park, California

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Toasting

I don’t like waiting to live.

Indecision over bliss or joy.

Pleasure or sensuality.

Sexuality or love.  or both.

My bucket remains half-full

ready to be overflowing

with the ecstatic buzz of

highly-bubbled champagne

toasting the moment-

every one of them.

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Dream

This is a dream.

I should be asleep

but I wake

in a nightmare

of insomnia

not really having

been asleep at all

knowing it

last as others

so readily see

what I cannot hide.

 

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Seeing

Who hides from the

center of attention?

Those who do not

want to be seen.

Yet, they remain

unseen to only

those who will not

look.

Put them in the middle.

Let them open their

qualities of value

like a hapless frog

who so lovingly shares

revealing what greatness

he’s blinded to within.

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Lips

I miss the bliss of a kiss.

Come to my lips, do them

Like you’ve never done lips

before.

They long for your tender touch…

 

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