Mutations

meditations and meaning

Who-I-am Being

All things are shaped by friction
Growth by by erosion,
the crash of objects against environment
water against rock, man against circumstance,
two crashing into one and other
I am no different,
except for the engine within that propels me
forward, fueled with past experience
with the gift of mind, sensation, and memory
and the awareness of the sparks
created between me,
and the who and the what
that I crash into.

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I am a stray cat.

A lone creature scurrying for scraps

Of knowledge in life’s back alleys.

Midnight choruses with kindred souls

Fill the cold night with songs of restlessness.

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I heard dragon wings whipping

tolerance

Nothing is totally certain.
Nothing is totally safe.
Outcomes are sometimes invisible,
In all our acts of faith.

Risk is sometimes accepted.
Uncertainty often postpones.
The difference between trust and doubt
Is measured comfort with the unknowns

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the unbearable lightness of Being

The bee moves knowingly,
Moving to flower from flower
Zipping through air and environment
Knowing his being
Is that of a bee.
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The bee moves unknowingly,
Trading pollen for nectar
Essence for essence
Essence for flowers
Essence for air
Essence environment.
Unknowing of grand the contributing/consuming
Value of the bee.
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Unknowing is the bee of the spring gales,
The gale of probability…
The gale of otherwise pleasant rainy days
That both beat down and force up flowering plants,
The gale that blows the bee violently of his course
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His essence, his existence
His existence is very light.
His unknowing is very heavy.
The unbearable lightness of bee-ing

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for Marion S fisher

(heroic choices)
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I can tell you what i believe is right
i can tell you what you do is wrong
i can give you all my judging opinions
in poem, prose or song
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but a single act of valure
in an unscripted unreal day
shocks the soul with a heroic standard
my finite words could never say

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Life is a stand up clock –
Where spring like emotions
force the gears upon gears
Of the human spirit to move in precision.
A strong Oak-like shell stands hiding
the tender energy within.
A face that projects only time.

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whatever will
come …may come
whatever will
go… may go
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whether the land
scorches in drought
whether our cups
fill and overflow
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New endings often provoke fear
new beginning aren’t easily seen
Rivers flow mount to sea
and where all paddling in between
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what we become
where ever we go
were paddling with the current,
With the river we flow.
what i am writing about
I really don’t know.

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motorcycle moving

Big Still Sky
and the rolling ground
connecting the two
with a humming sound
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Wheels skip down
The tar concrete
Moving forward
from the urban heat
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My troubles and worries
Seem to disappear
Fading and shrinking
In the rear view mirror
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And who we are
Is where we are
An unknown destination
Thats not to far
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The Road is bumpy
The Road is smooth
But I’m keeping my wheels
On the move.
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Sartre by the sea shore

Standing on the Beach,

Contemplating the Ocean,

“Maelstrom, Maelstrom…we all fall in”

Gazing toward the wet horizon,

With wishful mind of wonder:

“Madness, Madness…where do I fit in.”

Surf tows me under,

Circumstance’s siren song:

“Maelstrom, Maelstrom…Thou shall swirl & spin.”

Feel the water’s salty nature

Against my frozen skin

“Wave-slash, Backstroke…we all shall swim.”

Swimming and surging

Embraces swimmer to sea:

“Maelstrom, Maelstrom…the Being within.”

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chromatica

Our History’s prism like lenses
Refract the heaven sent light
Into colors that can never contain
The full harmony of white.

Red and Green And Blue and gold
Shimmer five billion shades,
Five billion eyes where passion lies
Absorbs these shades with blades.

Chromatic Lights will dance with blades
In colors eyes won’t see,
Blades will blind leaving coin covered eyes
To see the dark of the bottomless sea.

Red and green and blue and gold
Shine in on the eyes of a man,
His eyes an arc of perception;
The subjective he understand.

Perception, eyes, mind and blades
Do not make the whole of mankind,
For History is more than the sum of each man:
Like a square is more than four lines.

Subjective perception or singular rays
Are fragments of truth and heaven’s White,
But the whole of True Understanding lies
Where Man moves beyond his own sight.

Breath

For Julia B
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We live in this world on an Inhale…

We leave from this world on an Exhale…

A lifetime riding the wave of Breath…

Enticing atmosphere that we share

Entwining, overlapping, breathing Air around us

Invisible, un-tasted, abused, taken for granted…

But always around us…

Between us…

Within us…

engIne

Boundless movement of me
Kinetic energy within
Creating my own structure of being
The “what-is-of-now” born from “what-was-of-then”

Bounded stillness of me
Potential energy within
Created from the event -horizon of me
The formless, shapeless, now-&-then- less

The mechanical boundaries of us
Exchanging energy between
Perpetually fueling, freeing, and binding us
Organic machines within machines

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