people

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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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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Going Ahead

Alive.  And kicking

and screaming…

any way to get there,

just go.

The road is untraveled

mostly, because, as

they say, that’s how

you know it’s yours.

No rush.  Except there

is a rush

but you can

disregard

that message

stuck in your mind’s

memory

that is undeletable

yet don’t give it

any attention–

it will go away.

Try not to kick

too much

though,

& for the neighbor’s

sake

hold down the

screaming.

Red Poppy in field of daisies. The Palouse, Washington

Red Poppy in field of daisies. The Palouse, Washington

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Silent Nature

The rain quieted the workers

hammering on the roofs of the

condos across the river.

Quieted the boats, save one

who takes his yacht out

rain or shine alone on

the water sending rolling

gentle waves over the

glassy surface to lap

the shore.

The birds are there, you

just have to look for

them.

One quiet biker passed

me on the trail.

Puddles from the

night before were

small and passable.

Tracks of people this

day were telltale

fresh.

The crows wouldn’t

miss a day of doing

what they do and

then returning over

head about the time

of my walk towards

evening.

Close up of cyclamen.

Close up of cyclamen.

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Out and Free

Yes, winter still has its claws

in us.

Yet it is in innumerable ways

better off out in the elements than

staying in.

If all you can do is walk–

you learned it at 2? years old–

do that.

See the sky, the trees, water,

boats, crows.  None of them

are inside.

Sometimes I think only

some of the birds like to be

out on a cold, bleak day.

I don’t know where the

rest of them go, that are

here when the sun is

generous and the air warms.

People even hole up.

Well, so much for them.

They only lose what an

investment in their

peace of mind would

bring.

 

Wood Duck in pond at Crystal Springs Rhododendron Gardens. Oregon

Wood Duck in pond at Crystal Springs Rhododendron Gardens. Oregon

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Judgement

Other people–esp. people

who are your ‘friends’

or you know–

just are.

No judgement is

needed

as if you needed

to give your mind

(and your ego)

something to do.

It’s not a caste system

of hierarchies–

better or worse

are comparisons

that judge and

have some kind

of agenda

to favor you

in the end.

Give it up.

Don’t do it to

yourself, either.

Close up of Teddy Bear Sunflower.

Close up of Teddy Bear Sunflower.

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be you

I was ‘me’ today.

Who was that masked man?

Me.

So I went about my business

being attracted to opposite sex

energies here and there in the

market.  Feeling what their

vibration was or was not.

Seeing how I was attracted

mostly by sight but sometimes

they were just in my proximity

and I turned around to

see in the near distance the

person I was attracted to just

by sight initially.  So maybe

there is something

to that saying that people

can tell or know when you’re

staring or looking at them

and they aren’t at you.

I was never on the receiving

end of that much.

I guess you’ve got to start

somewhere.

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Raccoon in cotonwood tree. Lower Klamath Lake National Wildlife Refuge, California

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Quiet Sunday Walk

I walked in the wet grass, the muddy

spots in the trail I detoured

around.

The trees are spaceful

transparent

hiding nothing

behind.

The ducks flew and did their thing

in the water and the air.

Not a lot of people

want to come out

on a day like today–

cold and still

going about nature’s

business

as unobtrusively as

possible.

I was going nowhere

and arriving somewhere.

My path was only

followed by one lone

biker

I was delighted to see.

On your left as I moved

left on your right he

announced again

and he passed.

Thank you.  Thank you.

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feelings

What happens when the

heart wakes up–

What’s this?  This feeling?

I saw this before

but now buried from

deep within,

I’m feeling

what I could only

acknowledge mentally.

I don’t even know

these people.

They don’t know

me, for sure.

But I feel their plight.

I’m thankful I’m not

in their shoes

–I can even feel

like why were we

living the lives

we’ve lived or are

living.

We could easily

switch places–

so how did my

soul be so

lucky to be born

into the life I’ve

lived?

Compassion

Empathy

Forgiveness

Ornamental sunflowers with mist. Oregon

Ornamental sunflowers with mist. Oregon

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Patience

You don’t know how much patience

you have until life throws at you

everything it has all at once, seemingly.

You don’t flinch.  You almost break.

Lose your cool and make a bigger

fool of yourself than you’re feeling

inside.

I’m good at this, you say.  I can

do better, easily.  Yet the going is

tough and you’re mired in slow

progress, if not a full-fledged

retreat from where you think

you ought to (and by rights

you should be) it’s just now

you’re not making it

happen.  How frustrating.

But you don’t cave.  Give in

to the snail’s pace at what’s

usually a speedway.

The universe says, oh, you

think you have patience

do you, well take this

into your cubby and

see how you do.

Boy, are you strong after

a few sessions of that.

All for your good, the

universe, adds.  What would

you do if there was a real

emergency?

O.K. so I went up a notch or

two in the patience (& not

folding under pressure)

department today.

Pacific Albus (Poplar) tree farm, Boardman Tree Farm, Oregon

Pacific Albus (Poplar) tree farm, Boardman Tree Farm, Oregon

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