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Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Always open for you...

Be with those who help your being.

His door is never closed to children.

I have a duty to make things better. We all do.

4 -This place holds a soul; enter and ye shall find thee...

ye, and he...

Gerry Butler at his best. Showing his big as Texas heart. I love this man. Really love him.
Gerry Butler being the man I adore and respect who knows more than most his age about most others have no idea about.


Come, come, whoever you are. Wanderer, worshiper, lover of leaving.  It doesn't matter. Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vows a thousand times. Come, yet again, come, come. 

From the Inside

From the Inside by Lucy Edkins


Greenhouse by Lucy Barber

by Lucy Doran

by Lucy Doran

Lion, Bird

Lion, Bird by Lucy Campbell


Shells by Lucy Culliton

You have a purpose. You're closer to it now than ever.

You're Born an Orginal, Don't Die a Copy! Nugget #14

Happy Birthday Dawn!

Wallow if you must, but make sure it's in chocolate!

Bonfire at Midnight

A shout comes out of my room
where I've been cooped up.
After all my lust and dead living
I can still live with you.
You want me to.
You fix and bring me food.
You forget the way I've been.

The ocean moves and surges in the heat
of the middle of the day,
in the heat of this thought I'm having.
Why aren't all human resistances
burning up with this thought?

It is a drum and arms waving.
It is a bonfire at midnight on the top edge of a hill,
this meeting again with you.

The One Year Love Language Minute Devotional Nov 1 - Nov 30

Monday, November 23, 2015

I love you...

... like it or not. Even if it takes more than love. Even if space is between us. I will not stop loving you.

by Alan Flood

by Alan Flood


Verona by Philip Craig

You're Born an Orginal, Don't Die a Copy! Nugget #13

Lemon Tree

Lemon Tree by Henry Scot Tuke

The Music

For sixty years I have been forgetful,
every minute, but not for a second
has this flowing toward me stopped or slowed.
I deserve nothing. Today I recognize
that I am the guest the mystics talk about.
I play this living music for my host.
Everything today is for the host.

Sunday, November 22, 2015

The Guest House

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all.
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.

He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for what comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

You're Born an Orginal, Don't Die a Copy! Nugget #12

Saturday, November 21, 2015

This Recklessness

War Path, by Alfred Jacob Miller

I have no vocation but this,
and no need to touch every rose and thornpoint.

You are seeing through my eyes
and tasting with my tongue.

Why sell bitterness? Why do anything?
When you breakfast at the king's table,
there is no appetite for lunch.

I do not complain or brag about ascetic practices.
I would explain, but words will not help,
how there is nothing to grieve.

If you have no trace of this recklessness,
tell me your state.

I have forgotten how to say how I am.
The sun has already shone today.

Why should I describe the moon
coming up over sleeping quarters?

You're Born an Orginal, Don't Die a Copy! Nugget #11

Friday, November 20, 2015

The Wanderer

The Wanderer by Unknown

You're Born an Orginal, Don't Die a Copy! Nugget #10


Poppies by Susan Hazard

The Model Builder

The Model Builder by Jim Daley

Rotary Phone

Rotary Phone by M. Collier

Grainy Taste

Without a net, I catch a falcon
and release it to the sky,
hunting God.

This wine I drink today
was never held in a clay jar.

I love this world,
even as I hear the great wind
of leaving it rising,

for there is a grainy taste I prefer
to every idea of heaven:
human friendship.

Thursday, November 19, 2015

Creative Arts Library

Creative Arts Library by Paul Heaston

Man Working on Computer

Man Working on Computer by Gerard Boersma

I See My Beauty in You

I see my beauty in you,
I become a mirror
that cannot close its eyes to your longing.

My eyes wet with yours in the early light.
My mind every moment giving birth,
always conceiving, always in the ninth month,
always the come-point.

How do I stand this?
We become these words we say,
a wailing sound moving out into the air.

These thousands of worlds that rise from nowhere,
how does your face contain them?

I am a fly in your honey, then closer,
a moth caught in the flame's allure,
then empty sky stretched out in homage.

Stock Exchange

Stock Exchange by Gerard Boersma

You're Born an Orginal, Don't Die a Copy! Nugget #9

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Cosmic Sparks

Cosmic Sparks by Lysiane Auzon-Wilkins


Midwinter by Matilda Lotz

Mid-summer Transferance

Mid-summer Transference by Mike Saltzman


Spark by Lezli Morgan


Gambler by Walter Sickert

You're Born an Orginal, Don't Die a Copy! Nugget #8

An Elephant in the Dark

Some Hindus have an elephant to show.
No one here has ever seen an elephant.
They bring it at night to a dark room.

One by one, we go in the dark and come out
saying how we experience the animal.
One of us happens to touch the trunk.
A water-pipe kind of creature.

Another, the ear. A very strong, always moving
back and forth, fan-animal. Another, the leg.
I find it still, like a column on a temple.

Another touches the curved back.
A leathery throne. Another the cleverest,
feels the tusk. A rounded sword made of porcelain.
He is proud of his description.

Each of us touches one place
and understands the whole that way.
The palm and the fingers feeling in the dark
are how the senses explore the reality of the elephant.

If each of us held a candle there,
and if we went in together, we could see it.


Moonlight (Sticks) by John Kelly

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Collier Decoded: 19 things...

 Collier Decoded: 19 Thing... by Edwaert Collier
Collier-decoded: 19 Things You Can Read From This Painting

Familiarity Breeds Contempt

Familiarity Breeds Contempt by Duncan Elphinstone Cooper

by Jeremiah Humphreys

by Jeremiah Humphreys

You're Born an Orginal, Don't Die a Copy! Nugget #7

How Minds Most Want to Be

[no image for this one?]

You are the living marrow. The rest is hay.
Dead grass does not nourish a human being.
When you are not here, this desire we feel
has no traveling companion.

When the sun is gone, the soul's clarity fades.
There is nothing but idiocy and mistakes.
We are half-dead, inanimate, exhausted.

The way minds most want to be
is an ocean with a soul swimming in it.
No one can describe that.

My soul, you are a master, a Moses, a Jesus.
Why do I stay blind in your presence?
You are Joseph at the bottom of his well.
Constantly working, but you do not get paid,
because what you do seems trivial, like play.

Now silence. Unless these words fill
with nourishment from the unseen, they will stay empty.

Why would I serve my friends bowls
with no food in them?

Butler news...

First Posters for Alex Proyas’ ‘Gods of Egypt’ Were Apparently Designed by Lisa Frank

London Has Fallen Trailer

Gods of Egypt trailer
Not sure this is Butler BUT.. I have that same scarf. Same one.


Shawl by Jeff Hart


Servant by Jules Joseph Lefebvre

Monday, November 16, 2015

Sunday, November 15, 2015

A Man and his Symbols

A Man and his Symbols (link to all parts on YouTube where one rolls into the other ;o)

An Edge of Foam

A dervish lover was told to turn
toward his own face,
and he did, saying, Lord, lord, for years
with no answer, no message back,
yet he was always there turning in silence,

with no music supporting him,
no tambourine rhythm.

A pigeon knows which roof to haunt.
Even if you drive it off,
it will circle and stay near.

This is the critical moment
when a swell of ocean turns
its edge to foam.

Every dervish has two mouths,
a crafted reed opening
and the lips of the flute player.

Lord, don't speak from there.

You're Born an Orginal, Don't Die a Copy! Nugget #5

Saturday, November 14, 2015

Friday, November 13, 2015

Happy Birthday Gerry!

As you'd have it, one for all of us, no one excluded.

Cupcake Choreography for Gerry the cupcake lover! 
Click on View -- sorry I can't send it to you, so this is the best I can do. 


Monolith by Nancy Eckels