There and Back Again

My mission is accomplished. I recreated my perspective in a study to reflect upon knowledge I'm not permitted to know. The consequence of earlier disclosures, and ongoing investigations led some to suggest yet another remedy for the hazard that sometimes accompanies the task.

My first stop at the first falls of our river serves as safe haven for efforts to protect and defend our way of managing the threats in our lives and mitigating the harm that has come, but our efforts were duplicated and lightning struck - robbing me of yet another opportunity to bear witness to what God has done to transform - rather than heal. Its the falls, and the only place I can tolerate after the shock of my initial encounter with what the living have done to adapt.

A quick decision returned me home. After driving all night, and taking a nap while doing a load of laundry that was heavy with gravity, I continued on to the East on the road I came in on, instead of heading North-North East where I needed to go.

Carelessly disregarding the map given to me by my Mother's boyfriend, and a route I was told to drive, I was confused after a dark night traveling the tortuous path, and the borders and a burst of bright white light flashed eastwardly before me.

I left abruptly - still attached to partners and dreams from the East to avoid the unresolved consequences of a clinical glass removal from a previous effort to do laundry in my home away from home, so I took papers to clarify the confusion that resulted from problems I tried to describe on the telephone.

First FallsEncountering unspoken parts, and unidentified remains in Native territory after turning a round left me wondering at the previous nights encounter, and the abrupt departure: "Perhaps I drove too quickly, or turned too fast? How is it possible to have such a horrible impact on a fancy from such a distance?

Like the link between a seat, cord, and eyelet of a jumper, or paranoia resulting from a transition of general terms to more specific instances of their use, the logical solution to increasing violence is to find a way out of the harassing charge. We made way with tent in bramble, by milky-white stream, under the waterfall of a quarry leading back to the river.


The ever widening circle

"Beings are numberless; vowing to free them.

Dharma gates are boundless; vowing to enter them.

Delusions are inexhaustible; vowing to extinguish them."

Minnesota Zen Center

"Rather than catch someone in a lie, show them what was thought.

For every student who has made up their mind, there's another who has not.

What remains is to be accountable, and autonomy is all that's taught."


One Pure Note for Another

Not that one note is defined by a score -
or scored by a scribe that wants you no more!

We struggle to know one sound that rang true,
Without a memory, for music so blue.

We size up the horrors; what grievance reigns in,
In nightmares of hollowed, puppets of skin.

We follow the strains - a new note to play!
On parchment so browned by the patine of a Grey.

Resolved by the true love of harmonious spins,
A union of two notes brings peace to a hymn.


Caps Left Behind

Laid-back visitors, in bright-red yard-chairs,
Sit as we gather our food, midst their stares.

With caps left behind after the lights went out;
Yellow cornmeal now, stead of white alter'd flour.

This one's so simple, missing her part.
Shifting by a road that still has a heart.

She joined me for lunch, just a few days ago.
At a spot down the road - a safe place to go?

We'll find a way, to a place that really is,
On a path not of men, in a place - really His!


Making Way

Much of our time is thinking of death, and death is thinking of me.

Forsaking this world we condemn it, arriving, we make way where we see.

Because we're so violently parted, I guess I'd just rather we'd be,

On our way to the dearly departed, far away from the curse upon thee!


Petal's Filagrees

A flowering of the mind,

And mapping of the infinite kind,

Peers out through Petal's filagrees to find:

Stalk, branch, and stem,

Bridled as trunk and root.

To ground.