Sing into the crook
The place you see, where sky meets sea,
& earth, that’s the place you sing into. Sing into the crook with all that
is within, sing your heart, your soul, your life…right there, where sky meets
sea & earth.
~J~moonmango 8/5/12
Inspirational thanks, and or otherwise mention of gratuitive sorts goes to David Pearson who taught me to breath, sing out my breath, sing into the crook, and know my song!
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| Where the sky meets the sea, Julie & Hermano Friendly Cove |
Driftwood Dog
It seems there is a mutant strain of loveliness going on in my garden!
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Two Headed Daisy
Tears
become like extraneous wet spots on a two headed daisy, bent & broken at
the stem…by the painted pony that parked itself there…crushing the plants lush
body, breaking, bending and stripping the stems of it’s supple leaves.
Loveliness
of the flower with it’s duo bursts of delicate fingers reaching outwards even
in the mutated form of a two headed monster ~ shows the decomposed compost
rotting & smelly turned into black gold. Good and evil, they co-exist, one
transforming into the other depending on the path chosen ~ and how it is
traveled.
What does
one do with a two headed daisy with a broken stem? Kiss it sweetly, shed a tear
for the kindness in the firmness that must be shown for the love, yes for the
love of self, the love of those who are us all. Mutated just a bit, each of us
a two headed daisy, with extraneous wet
spots.
Cut the
stem up high, leaving what’s broken, to wither with the crushed organic matter
that was. Take a photo, and place it in a jar of water, with the other broken
daisies after all, it’s not the broken plant, the table where good memories
were formed, or the blue horse that one day you rode in on.
It’s the
lightening in the storm, the thunder that follows so quickly behind…shaking the
daisy with threats to strike and burn through all that extends into the earth.
It’s the raindrops that lightly sprinkle on a blue moon eve. Leaving wet spots
on a two headed daisy, extraneous wet spots, on a two headed daisy… after all~
after all?
~J~moonmango 8/3/12
Human
Nature
Never
does a day pass when I fail to be amazed, amused and utterly in awe of human
nature. Not just the children, growing and learning so quickly with their
honest tongues ~ speaking without hindered restraint of self conscious societal
chains. All of us, yes all of us.
Expecting
the unexpected has become a mindset that puts me to bed at night wondering, and
wakes me anticipating the day. Days such as this...I am floored, flat as the
French pancakes my Grandmother cooked up while saying "eat all your mush
first". Flat.
Blow sweetly breezes warming as the day moves
on. Blow the wonder of dandelion puff, a star unseen, the drop of water in the
falls, the whisper unheard. Blow sweetly breezes, carry to my heart, all that I
can't imagine & blanket my soul.
~J~moonmango 8/6/12
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Forming Committees
Monetary
recompenses so to speak, don’t seem to have a place right now. We live, we love, we get through our trials,
allowing each other to be ourselves, forming committees only in our minds,
never expecting attendance or participation…well, maybe sometimes before
rethinking, but there we have it, we help each other to stretch, like rubber
bands becoming brittle with age and weather, but never breaking. Not yet.
~J~moonmango
8/1/12
Inspirational credit to Ruth Smiley for her ideas and
intangibly intriguing thoughts that she transforms into tangible acts. This
piece spurted out in a letter, but alone is a poem.
Loosing Your Paddle
You’re paddling up that creek again, the one
you know so well…one with the thick brown water & that real ugly smell.
It’s ok. You’ve been here before…you know
the way. It’s a hard bout, but somewhere it opens up, leads right on out
Sooner or later it’s free sailing in open
seas, hoist the sails over the swells and just…catch the breeze
Ore slips from your fingers, …you remember
now, it happens this way, you don’t know why, don’t know how
You reach, you grab - ore bobbing free in
the murk, , a motor boat goes by making waves that give it a jerk
Further and further from your desperation
that ore floats…all of a sudden you’re just happy ~ happy to be in the boat.
Then you remember it happened before, the way it must go. Look, look ahead…Moby
Dick soon will blow!
A sputter, a blow, a mighty wind the great
whale does make, causing turmoil and truly…one hell of a wake!
Holding on tightly as you’ve learned so to
do…the boat you hang onto blasts from that creek full of poo
Out to sea the boat, the ore & you all
go sailing…hanging on tightly, wind & sea in your face all the while
flailing
“Hallelujah, Hallelujah I’m bloody well out!
I’ve made it, I’ve made it Hallelujah, Hallelujah ” you joyfully shout!
The paddle hits you
on the head…BAM & you’re out.
~J~moonmango 7/25/12
Observing myself
A slight head duck, glance
from the side, smile a bit to the left of hello & goodbye. I watched it
from outside myself, it took me by surprise, like watching a movie… someone
else in disguise.
Someone showed me, I
didn’t mean to step out, but there I was standing just a tad above and to the
left…observing myself.
This person who is Me, was
doing a thing… she’s done for years ^ right under my nose. I never saw,
wondered why the trouble…now I know, the trouble is myself~ stirring the pot.
Traitor to myself, always screaming “why?” how could I be
angry, she just perfected an art, something she could produce, with no effort
at all ~
…leaving the flounder
gasping on the shore ~
Who is me and who is she?
Am I the watched, or the observing fool? How do I not love someone so
beautiful, but how do I love what I don’t really know?
Standing there outside
myself, I wonder how it works…can I just go through life, observing, while i
carry the burdens, be the watcher, not feel the pain, the joy, just observe?
Fascinated with the person
I find most tedious,.. Do others see me as I saw myself that moment, not as I
do from inside my own tired flesh?
Laying down with the moon,
but wakening with the rain watching me, watching me, dancing with the
stars…never alone, dancing, dancing with the stars…observing… that…which is ~
Myself…
Observing….
~Myself~
7/30/12 ~J~moonmango
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