Transition
There is a small window of time
when September’s sun-fired air
must welcome and share
the apple-crisp breath
of imminent October
we soak up the last of
a summer-season palette
and invite the autumn blend
skin delights under a shawl of
warm, then cool, warm, cool
flirty swimsuits sag sadly
heading back to their winter stations
bright sweaters emerge
flailing their arms in jubilation
perennials get a fresh winter cut
annuals hold on to life as long as possible
the yellow spider spins her web
proudly attaching herself to
everything on the deck.
one can only smile when waking up
to an outrageously gorgeous morning.
spooning atmosphere
dust off you, lilac
eyes with you again
and the water's tight
urges in your hair
rain's attaching
us cheek to cheek
we are the same
tears as flowers
forever
drops; though a
christened fall,
raincoat,
scented
song
The pattern maker measures his guest
neck, shoulders chest, and breast,
arms, back, wrist, waist, hips,
pivots for darts on a block bodice
drafts designer dupe requested
a choice rose-beige mini is invested
on paper made of parchment
a muslin fabric fit first garment
The dressmaker sews the formal
zig zags seam ends, snips as normal
finishing floral, attaching appliques,
the courtier knock off is complete
I get out the chips and merlot
It’s time for the fashion show
fashion queen witch spent gobs of time fashioning her attire
attaching ribbons, ruffles, and tinkling bells we all could admire
Dot is such a diva, she must be stuck up we all said, without knowing her
She was a kind soul, with a generous heart that was immensely pure.
The moral of this tale is to say, just because someone is fancy and sleek.
Does not mean they are in any way a bully, or a strange kind of geek.
Fashion queen witch taught the girls in the neighborhood to sew.
And one interested boy too, his name was Little Le Beau.
There are fingers that pick daydreams
along the banks of this blue electric river.
Eels swim with it’s black-magic ballads
attaching a powerful charge to the swell.
Along the banks of this blue electric river
bullfrogs and alligators provide a drum.
Attaching a powerful charge to the swell
the luminous melody gains its fine edge.
Bullfrogs and alligators provide a drum
chomping at the bit for the celestial.
The luminous melody gains its fine edge
as the intention gains traction to build.
Chomping at the bit for the celestial,
you’ll do almost anything to wield it.
As the intention gains traction to build
mountains of stars swirl into a funnel.
You’ll do almost anything to wield it,
eels swim with it’s black-magic ballads.
Mountains of stars swirl into a funnel.
there are fingers that pick daydreams.
when i was a girl
my mum smoked cigarettes
in her leopard print dressing gown
and boot slippers
she would come in from the patio, or the kitchen, or the garden
and up the stairs to tuck me into bed
stroke her hand across my head
chestnut curls from out of my face
the smell of the nicotine on her fingers
lingered in the air
attaching itself to the memory,
to the place
now i am a woman
and i smoke cigarettes
in my leopard print dressing gown
and my boot slippers
and when i come in from the patio, or the kitchen, or the garden
and up the stairs to tuck myself into bed
i stroke my hand across my head
maroon curls from out of my face
and as the smell of the nicotine lingers in the air
i remember when i was a girl
when my mum still smoked cigarettes
and wore her leopard print dressing gown
still wore her boot slippers
still tucked me into bed
Periodically Due
Josey is found infrequently awaiting his own mind near a dilapidated industrial building.
Showing up to the meeting with John means the spit balls need refilling.
"Attaching history in pieces?"
"Rights become an older days week returning learning from a folded press again."
"Thanks John, you old stable "
My age exists in a vacuum,
A vacuum somewhere deep in my mind,
Where I cannot really access,
Unless I think deeply about it.
After 24 I think I stopped attaching to it.
I do my best
I work my hardest
I budget
I plan
I can take care of everything me
I take care of others as much as I can
But I still do it all like play
Like it really doesn't mean anything
Like I am still my parents child whom they are taking care of
Even though I take care of me
Adulting feels a lot like building castles in the sand
Against very strong currents
There is the raging sea
The promise of rain and thunder
And somehow it is already dusk
I try to suspend time at 24
Into this place
A place where my parents are grown but are still healthy
A place where my siblings are growing but they are still pure
And I am still growing
But I am still unadulterated
24 was that age,
The age that felt safe enough to just be,
Because I was still writing in pencil.
Time was designed by the mind,
You have defined it the whole time,
I'm here to remind you,
That rewinding is true,
Using the future you,
Gleaning from what you went through.
Keeping true to your experience,
You catch a glance of the past,
Blast into your present,
A gift in disguise,
As you grow wiser in chance meetings.
You greeting you,
Fleeting moments,
Events flow through currents,
Currently based on your perception,
A conception of perspective.
Interacting with the collective,
Effectively seeing,
The truth of your being,
Creating this whole thing,
Time is a string,
Attaching you to this dimension.
Traveling lesson after lesson,
As life keeps progressing,
Memories holding blessings,
As feelings fill the space,
Chasing nostalgia,
Staging your presence,
As your essence travels through,
The infinite nature within you.
(“The Longest Journey”, 2020, original encaustic)
All That We Dream
When George Harrison sang,
“Yesterday, today was tomorrow
And tomorrow, today will be yesterday”
He was making a simple observation
On the nature of Life as a flow
We attach our momentary labels of time.
But he could also have said this applies
To all of us simultaneously in the flow
While attaching those labels as if outside,
And that this simple shift in perspective
Is the key to liberation, at least
From the burdens of this Life’s stress and strains.
Each day we do things
And when they are done, tomorrow or the next,
We are not the same person who did them.
The beauty of this is the one planning
Is never the same as the one executing
Nor the one enjoying the result.
So plan away, aim for the stars
Take that step, take the baton
On the endless journey
The endless stream of doing
As time and being flow together
Effortlessly accomplishing all that we dream.
(9/5/25)
Billions of beams,
Stream from The Sun.
Attaching itself to everyone,
And everything,
Living and Breathing.
Projecting a design,
So Complex and Divine,
Our bodies the end of the line.
Reflections in time,
Brilliant waves of Sunshine,
Defining our out line,
As we Design the inside.
Inline with being Happy,
The Ride Runs smoothly.
More Soothing,
Navigating the terrain,
Of this Physical plane.
Always present,
Enjoying,
Abundant Campaigns.
Through Our tests and trials,
Sadness and Smiles,
Shining on you all the while.
Running through unaware,
The power of its loving snare.
You're under its care,
Guides you just right,
It loves to share it's Light.
Showing it's might,
It Doesn't want a fight.
Take delight in knowing,
The sun is glowing,
Growing with you,
Flowing with existence.
ALL Thanks to Consciousness,
Navigating through,
A reflection of time,
Expanding its design,
Right through YOU.
human
versus ism
you have to believe
in god
to sell your soul
to the devil
***
humanism
noun
an outlook or system of thought attaching prime importance to human rather than divine or supernatural matters. Humanist beliefs stress the potential value and goodness of human beings, emphasize common human needs, and seek solely rational ways of solving human problems.
Identifying
With a story
Is the attraction
Offered by
Separation..
Searching and
Attaching to a
Satisfying story
Is the path of
Knowing in search
Of not-knowing...
FRIENDSHIP DAY SAYS....
Friendship genises, not by just shaking a friend's hand ….
But, it extends , by attaching his mind to its full band….
Friendly feeling scratch, not by aligning information…
But,it creche and catch all range of friendly emotion….
Friends bejoy their earthy life ,by friendliness promotion…
And, they enjoy their sruthy of next life, before their cremation…
Love has its own tangibility war…
But, friendship is beyound physical bar….
Some say love is blind...
I say,true friend is always kind…
she opens her chest drawer
a button shines
she unhangs her coat
slacks it off cold wire shoulders
a button gone
lost in rain or rage
or lusting tussles
neither remembers anymore
she grips a needle
a thread follows behind
attaching a new fastener
to an old flap of jacket
she puts on the coat
models the mismatching
spins in front of a familiar mirror
watches herself
walks out a door
she never walks back in
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