Category: Wild Card
Kinisi 37
Up in smoke, then
Up in the air
Kinisi 36
as the kid said
“I stayed up till tomorrow”
Clean sweep?
Just don’t throw everything on the brush pile and torch it quite yet. Just one item at a time, recalling its place in the journey.
~*~
As for syllables, may I suggest singing, something without words. Just open your mouth and dance with the breeze or still air as it will. Like incense, an offering and invitation to the Spirit.
Once again in a northern winter
the sunset magnifies itself in the ice
in a long stretch toward the horizon light
through thin bands of trees
Note to self
As you revise
acknowledge
THE LIGHT
reaching up from
THE SEED
not just reflecting it
Kinisi 35
so little time / forever
Just one more of those basic existential questions
What do I want my life to say?
(Even at this advanced age.)
How about you?
When the carrion beetles arrive
From the deep past
then/now contrasts.
Looking across cultures, this appears to be universal
The human impulse to COLOR.
Dyes, ornamentation, paint, personal makeup.
With endless variations.
Even what Eve saw in the apple.
