Apple

To pick an apple off a tree

may require a ladder.

You can look at that

apple forever without one.

Or climb the tree and risk

falling–the same as off

the ladder–but now

you’ve got an apple–

independently of your

own two legs.

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high horse

Riding your high horse

only gives you a slight

advantage–and then

only in height.

You will dismount–

eventually and see

life like everyone else

walking around on

two feet instead of

four.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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goal

If I was a tree

I’d be planted

in the sky–

my goal.

Then if I fell

the only place

I would end

up is where

all the other

trees start.

 

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AWAKE

ONE DAY

THEN WE SLEEP

ANOTHER DAY

TRY AGAIN

SLEEP SOME MORE.

ONE DAY WE WILL

WAKE UP

AND FIND

WE’VE BEEN

SLEEPING

ALL THE TIME!

WE JUST THOUGHT

WE WERE AWAKE.

Sea stacks at Bandon Beach with fog and sun rays. Oregon

Sea stacks at Bandon Beach with fog and sun rays. Oregon

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Wonderways

I walk in no one’s footsteps

yet many have led the way.

I follow the unlikely path

the part below my ribs

dictates.

Upstairs, it seems like a

good idea

but I usually go with

the downstairs choices–

more unknown and

exciting and see what I

see.

At least I went with

what I felt–with no

explanations or rationale.

Just ‘go this way’ and

see what happens.

A great adventure usually.

 

 

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Heat Treat

I walked again today for

1 hr.

Like I wouldn’t walk–I would.

I even taped my knee & put

magnets on it.

Completely pain free.

No one walks hardly in

the middle of the day

in summer in the heat.

I do though.  I find the

peace and quiet exhilarating.

Sometimes I run into

somebody else.  A mixed

feeling of encountering

another (lost?) soul and

want my peace alone

uninterrupted.

Everyday is different.

7 and 7 Canadian

honkers cruised the

river until a boat

separated one to

go to the other group

8 and 6.  You should

have heard the

squawking.

 

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OK, You take it

When you talk to yourself

there seems to be two

different voices talking

to themselves.

“You worry too much.”

I’ve heard that so many

times.  So I said:  “Who

are you?”  Talking to me

like that?  I said:

“If you’re so enlightened,

you know so much,

are so sensible, etc., you

take charge of things.”

And it said, “OK”.  Now

I’m wondering whether

I’m losing my mind.

So it goes like this to

start off with–I’m

thinking:  I’ll just pretend

that I’m that “other” voice

and that there’s really

nothing to worry about,

and I can relax.

It’s like a light bulb ready

to go out…flickering

for its dear life.

 

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Firey Entrance

Re-entry

parachute deployed

splash down on the rough seas

sharks, whales hungry

salt

waves taking me ashore

no helicopter rescue from myself

I am at my own mercy

to survive with kindness, compassion

no one else can I depend upon

to do that

everything is an extra

a bonus.

I’m a bonus baby, at that.

 

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Cloud

I feel cloud-like

here but

not here

gone in a minute

but here for a while

changing shape

wisping the skies

into cries

of joy and lightness

thin and transparent

like any good parent

of the earth.

Where will I go

next?

I shall not remain

long in the sky.

I shall float

away or fall

precipitously

onto a hard rock

bouncing into

puddles of madness

among all the

other once-wanna-be

clouds.

 

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Amazing Kid

Running is easy for a kid.

That’s how they get places.

For short bursts they’re

unbeatable, tireless–go all

day long.

If you ask one to jog

with you 1/2 mile or

a mile they might not

make it on their natural

ability.  They might

need to rest a lot & then

continue.

They don’t see a reason

to run long distances,

not-stop.

So they don’t train

for endurance.

Today I saw a kid

8 or 9 maybe, just

jogging along the

sidewalk non-stop

for as long as he

was in sight.

Didn’t stop once!

Steady pace.

I was amazed!

and inspired!

 

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