Friday, May 22, 2015

Open 24 Hours

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

and he.

Gerry Butler as "Gerard Butler," the man who never was.
Gerry Butler as "Gerard Butler," the man he was and still is somewhere in there.
Gerry as Gerry wondering, "Why are they so jealous of my charisma, why?"
Gerard Butler in his natural habitat.
Gerard Butler wondering, "Which is which and who is who?"
Gerry saying, "Try whistling this."


Peace Lives Here

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


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. 

Having Nothing

Whatever comes, comes from a need,
a sore distress, a hurting want.

Mary's pain made the baby Jesus.
Her womb opened its lips
and spoke the Word.

Every part of you has a secret language.
Your hands and your feet say what you have done.

Every need brings in what's needed.
Pain bears its cure like a child.

Having nothing produces provisions.
Ask a difficult question,
and the marvelous answer appears.

Build a ship, and there will be water
to float it. The tender-throated infant cries,
 and milk drips from the mother's breast.
Be thirsty for the ultimate water.
Then be ready for what will come
pouring from the spring.

To Bell The Cat

To Bell The Cat by Pieter Bruegel the Elder

Thursday, May 21, 2015


Streaming by Jeannette Marcus

Drop of Water

Drop of Water by Amanda Ellis

Rainy Window

Rainy Window by Hyatt Moore

Jasmin in Rain

Jasmine  (real-time) planted sometime ago that's woven its way about my railing in full bloom.

The Herring Does Not Fry Here

The Herring Does Not Fry here by  Pieter Brueghel the Elder

Topsy Turvy World

Topsy Turvy World by Pieter Bruegel the Elder

The Nightingale's Way

A bird delegation comes to Solomon
complaining, Why is it
you never criticise the nightingale?

Because my way, the nightingale explains
for Solomon, is different.
Mid-March to mid-June I sing.

The other nine months,
while you continue chirping,
I am silent.

Comments back on Moderation...

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

Midsummer Eve

Midsummer Eve by Edward Robert Hughes

Some Song or Something

Birdsong brings relief
to my longing.

I am just as ecstatic as they are,
but with nothing to say.

Please, universal soul, practice
some song, or something, through me.

Tossing Feathers to the Wind

Tossing Feathers to the Wind by Pieter Bruegel

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

My First Love Story

The minute I heard my first love story
I started looking for you,
not knowing how blind that was.

Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They are in each other all along.

Monday, May 18, 2015

Watercolor Splashes World Map 2

Watercolor Splashes World Map 2 by Georgeta Blanaru

Jude The Obscure

Jude The Obscure by Tom Hardy

The Pickaxe (2)

This is a rented house.
You do not own the deed.

You have a lease, and you have set up
a little shop where you barely make a living
sewing patches on torn clothing.

Yet only a few feet underneath
are two veins, pure red and bright gold carnelian.

Quick. Take the pickaxe and pry the foundation.
You have got to quit this seamstress work.

What does the patch-sewing mean, you ask.
Eating and drinking. The heavy cloak
of the body is always getting torn.

You patch it with food
and other restless ego-satisfactions.

Rip up one board from the floor
and look into the basement.
You may see two glints in the dirt.

Sunday, May 17, 2015

The Pickaxe (1)

Lawrence Alma-Tadema's Spring

Some commentary on I was a hidden treasure,
and I desired to be known.

Tear down this house.
A hundred thousand new houses can be built
from the transparent yellow carnelian
buried beneath it, and the only way to get to that
is to do the work of demolition,
and then the digging beneath the foundation.

With that value in hand all the new construction
will be done without effort. And anyway, sooner or later,
the house will fall on its own.

The jewel treasure will be uncovered,
but it will not be yours then.
The buried wealth is your pay
for doing the demolition,
the pick and shovel work.

If you wait and just let it happen,
you will bite your hand and say,
I did not do as I knew I should have.

Black Bear

Black Bear by Vicki Ferguson

Sheer Intensity

Sheer Intensity by Alexei Ravskis

Philosophy in Action

Philosophy in Action* by Cayetano De Arquer Buigas
*title mine

Ivan the Terrible and his son Ivan

Ivan the Terrible and his son Ivan by Ilya Repin

Mosh Pit

Mosh Pit by Dan Witz

Winter Brook

Winter Brook by Frank Wilson

Saturday, May 16, 2015

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

and he.
Gerard Butler, proud Scotsman, proud man, proud son.
And one of the best days of my life.
Butler, Gibson, Vromen on power walk.
Gerard Butler, showing us the tenderness, love-filled pride of his soul.

Gerard Butler, before...
Gerard Butler attends Haiti Relief Meeting, before...
Gerard Butler, window-seated yet looks at paparazzi with hostility and contempt?
Gerard Butler, sober, clean, and happy to be alive shouting, "I love Captain Crunch!"
Gerard Butler, cool, calm and collected back when his priorities had priorities. 


The Lord of Beauty

The lord of beauty enters the soul
as a man walks into an orchard in spring.

Come into me that way again.
Like a fresh idea in an artist's mind,
you fashion things before they come into being.

You sweep the floor like the man
who keeps the doorway.

When you brush a form clean,
it becomes what it truly is.

You guard your silence perfectly
like a water bag that does not leak.

You live where Shams lives,
because your heart-donkey
was strong enough to take you there.

Friday, May 15, 2015

The Uses of Fear

A donkey turning a millstone is not trying
to press oil from sesame seed. He is fleeing the blow
that was just struck and hoping to avoid the next.

For the same reason, the ox takes a load
of baggage wherever you want him to.
Shopkeepers work for themselves,
not for the flow of communal exchange.

We look to ease our pain, and this keeps civilization
moving along. Fear is the architect here.
Fear keeps us working near the ark.

Some human beings are safe havens.
Be companions with them. Others may seem to be friends,
but they are really consuming your essence
like donkeys lapping sherbet. Detach from them,
and feel your flexibility returning.
The inner moisture that lets you bend
into a basket handle is a quickening inside
that no one is ever afraid of.

Sometimes though, it is fear, a contracting,
that brings you into the presence.

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Music Master

You that love lovers,
this is your home. Welcome.

In the midst of making form,
love made this form that melts form,
with love for the door
and soul for the vestibule.

Watch the dust grains
moving in the light near the window.

Their dance is our dance.

It's Your Choice

Last one in Soul Journey Series - It's Your Choice by Johnny Garcia

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Reflections In The Water

Reflections In The Water by William Morris Hunt

Still Life Of Flowers In A Red Vase

Still Life Of Flowers In A Red Vase by William H Machen

Spiritus Mundi

Spiritus Mundi by Richard Lack

The Truest Devotion

Moses ran after the shepherd.
He followed the bewildered footprints,
in one place moving straight like a castle
across a chessboard.
Then sideways, like a bishop.
Now surging, like a wave cresting.
Now sliding down
like a fish, with always his feet
making geomancy
symbols in the sand,
recording his wandering state.

Moses finally caught up with him.
I was wrong. God has revealed to me
that there are no rules for worship.

Say whatever and however your loving tells you to.
Your sweet blasphemy is the truest devotion.
Through you a whole world is freed.

Loosen your tongue
and don't worry what comes out.
It is all the light of the spirit.

Surrender in Bliss

Soul Journey Series - Surrender in Bliss by Johnny Garcia

Tuesday, May 12, 2015