To Confound the Wise

More people are more knowledgeable about more things more often than not.

Strike a match on your own desire

No matter how you try to light it

Your will is no flicker to the Flame

So they say. . .

If less is more and more is more then how do we get back to basics?

Lay down your hand of matches

It's no wonder you can't ignite it

This Flame breathes its own breathe

So they say. . .

Raging Torrent, Gentle Fire

Thunderous Piercing, Still and Small

Impossible Silence, Alarming Roar

Deeply Hidden, Unlocked and Uncovered

Years like air

Air pushing heat

Heat into water

Water opening earth

Earth thirsts hereafter

Hereafter evermore

So they say. . .

--But did you hear?--

Figure that with your riddled bones

Roll up your mat and go Home

The Balloons

Today,
I was walking my dog like I usually do.
Down a street that I usually don't.


I was contemplating how the thin trees standing to my left and right must have thrived through only a handful of seasons so far. And how someday they'd be tall and strong. Established.


Marveling,

I shook my head and all but laughed.

Then I saw a sight that nearly beckoned tears.

Just ahead, girls were popping balloons, one by one. Shining red and silver ones shaped like stars, all tied together, and tethered to the hand of the youngest as they waved in the wind.

Watching,

I saw her eyes turn hopefully skyward.

The fist-full of string dropped toward the ground.

Newly freed balloons began to travel upwards in a gentle float. All eyes were pulled to watch. The girls, myself, a man working on his truck-- all were captivated if only for just a moment.

Breathing,

I wondered at the incomprehensible heights.

The kind we achieve when we lay everything down.

--------------------------------And. Just. Let. Go-------------------------------

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Happy

Merriam-Webster puts it like this:
1 : favored by luck or fortune : fortunate (a happy coincidence)

2 : notably fitting, effective, or well adapted : felicitous (a happy choice)

3 a : enjoying or characterized by well-being and contentment (is the happiest person I know) (a happy childhood) b : expressing, reflecting, or suggestive of happiness (a happy ending) c : glad, pleased (I'm happy to meet you) d : having or marked by an atmosphere of good fellowship : friendly (a happy office)

But me?. . .well my somewhat improperly formatted definition goes like this:

1 : music in the creating, playing, and listening (happy composing)

2 : mountains, rivers, trees, ocean, sand, earth (nature is happiness)

3 a : risk (happy to love) b : advancement (happy to fight the Good fight) c : persevering, pressing on, staying the course (happily believing that "we are the music makers and the dreamers of dreams" --A.W.E.O or, if you prefer, Willy Wonka) c : a state of contentment in sunshine and storm (happily "walking on sunshine" and "singing in the rain") d : positive perspective (happy to have this fantastic kind of view)

And that's only the beginning of my list

And, happily, I can see no end. . .

Relical Remnant

There is Something ironic about walking the High-Wire
when a willing stair case stands just to my left
Something uncanny about beholding a solitary Flower
when gardens countless burn for attention just to my right

There is only One.

There ever remain jagged words and whispers spoken
without knowing they were heard
ever the dagger that seeks to tear the heart
without looking to See

There is only One.

. . .and He in His Armor and I in my silence. . .

Whatever the watchful Waters bring, however they twist
Oh though they turn!
Watchful on the wall in the night, warriors fierce and ready
Oh though they wait!

. . .and He in His Armor and I in mine. . .

Running to See Love dripping and pouring forth from the Horizon
Oh to Hear The Voice!
Running to See Daybreak recalling the kinetically vibrant Purpose
Oh to Know The Face!

. . .and He in His Armor and I in The Fight. . .

There is Something Beautiful about the exiting injustice
when the scales become balanced and bright
Something Wonderful about heavy Humility
when pain holds no splendor amidst the Benefit of Cost

There is only One.

There ever remain mysterious paths to carve and travel
without fully comprehending The Dream
Ever a mapless wonder to Life and forward-motion
without prodding the question why

There is only One.

One High-Wire - One Flower
Love and Voice and Face
Daybreak and Purpose
One Beautiful - One Wonderful
Humility and Benefit and Cost
Dream and Life

There is only One.

Voices Preparing

I'm:
not impressed by the technology of the time
macs, pc's, phones, cameras

I'm:
not captivated with this societies conversation
sarcasm, wit, cleverness, negativity


Not to Nothing
Nothing to Void

emptiness found thirsting
fill in the gaps and bind up what is broken

I'm:
impressed by the Light of all time
yesterday, today, always, shining

I'm:
captivated with this Flames conversation
life, growth, reality, encouraging

All to Everything
Everything to One

Fullness found brimming
open up the mind and throw down the barrier

2010

2010 is a fine time to make new goals. . . . .or to actually map out a plan for the goals that I already have.

I'm looking forward.

Forward.

And I'm planning on blogging more. . .regardless of whether or not anyone reads them (I have a tendency to ramble!). The point is this: I love creativity, and writing is just one outlet.
So, here's to a new year spending more time doing what I love. :)

never in the dark

Sun meltin' down in the sleepy sky dripping like pink lemonade

  Makin' clouds turn hill-ward, blushin' at the Beauty

Swing n' sway, swing n' sway 

Way, way down. . . to the horizon

Steadily breathin' deep in the songs sung of a warm Honey Touch

  Glowin' in the hill-side, sailin' in the Mercy

Swing n' sway, swing n' sway

Way, way down. . .open up your eyes, and

There's The Light in the song, in the sailing

             --Hope in the DaySpring-- 

There's Delight in the waxing, in the waning  

             --Hope in the DaySpring--

                                

                                                          .seasoned solace stays solid.

                                 

Swing n' sway, swing n' sway

Way, way down. . .until the time end