Med Moods

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Enjoying a holiday in the med, watching serene Santorini sunsets. Enjoying all those beautiful sensations of the Mediterranean; sun-dried tomatoes, olives, capers, bougainvillea, fig trees, pistachios, worldwide scents and suntan lotion floating on the warm breeze. Not having to write much as this is a living meditation but enjoying some great reading on WP, and this poem by Nicole Lyons in particular:

“This is the place where I have come undone,
and I walk softly around the edge of it.”

It sums up human life on Earth, well mine at least.

A Road Less Travelled

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Are you struggling in reality
Or a sea of man’s labels
As the sirens call in off their rocks
Your values, times, life and love

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Justly separate the bad from the good
Choose your path,  No,
It’s not rocket science; Go
Tell the purveyors of tags, signs and signifiers
from, of, in and about Babel
To go work their own way

to their own hell.

Don’t have any but your own sense
Struck about your own experience, your own self,
Wow, look, dude, you’ve already outgrown
The dust gathering up there on that little shelf

get a life buoy
bathe in light and point at switch
let the others realign on you and hope and it.
See of reality, and land ahoy.
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Life cycle

Life cycle

My formula for life is very simple: in the morning, wake up; at night, go to sleep. In between I try and occupy myself as best I can.
Cary Grant. actor

Every day Sun comes up Sun goes down
Socks on socks off
Every day people wake, do and dream
Socks get soiled socks get cleaned, so do feet
and ten thousand other things

These are all choices; love, hate, joy, grief
To go with the flow or let time be thief

Responsibility


The morning sun hides behind its trees.
The wind weaves with green and leaves,
a soft speckled light that avoids all sense
to root in deeper place of inner mind.

Where animus and anima have no need to know,
for this kind of knowing is just, a softer glow
suffusing everything that’s bright and right.
Human consciousness the only seer here,
the only thinker of what’s close at hand,
diffusing gods, God, nature and her bite

What responsibility to all living things
is humanity’s knowledge, will, power, plight?

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Stick Around

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Nature wants us to stick and stay around.
And ‘us’ means all that is not chaos.
Thinking about and breaking this bond
Is an emergent property of mind.

Each organism and orgasm has a digit in the pie.
The game atop just carrot, stick and style.
Ours is but to be there for others, then die.
Nevertheless, you mask your tears and smile.

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