The heart of Pluto
Rests in the cold deep space
Once thought glowing and orange and red
Now seen in brown and sienna
Heart exposed for all to see
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The heart of Pluto
Rests in the cold deep space
Once thought glowing and orange and red
Now seen in brown and sienna
Heart exposed for all to see
<><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 07/13/15

Joy of life
To live the strife
Of loving every day
Love gave me a great gift
Sun flare on dappled face
Reflection of the opal
In the late day sun
A chance to become someone
better than
I ever would have been
Joy of life
To live the strife
Of loving every day
Love expands my heart
To capacity serene
Then joy and sorrow explore
the space created therein
Joy of life
To live the strife
Of loving every day
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Great joy
And great sadness
Are divided
By just a thin veil.
The soft smooth synthesis of joy
Belies the thoughts that lie within
Gentle trepidation and real love
Haunt the lovers who begin
To set aside the veil
Their lives and souls to win
The sadness of the lost
And sometimes for the found
Reveals the fears from gathered years
Trodding some old ground
Remove the barrier
So we no longer tarry here
Know loves ways
In all the days
Great joy or sadness joined
Wrapped in a thin veil.
That will not fail
To protect them
All their days
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“A comma is a cute pause in a sentence.”
<><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 07/11/15
Dappled sunlight
On a dappled banana slug
Cue butterfly
Cue hawk
Queue of memories
Trees and gems
Joy and melancholy
Water cascading through the fountain
While succulents nearby collected the mist
And prayed for rain
Little prayers yet to be answered
Joy of companionship under a may be maple tree
Certainly an ancient oak bodes well for the journey of the hawk
After dappled sunlight yields to clear blue sky.
[Amy with Gerry] la casa el halcon
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Needs unfulfilled
Yet then met
In the night
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Sitting outside
Motorcycles fly by
Watching crows return from the sky
Banana slugs and other bugs glide a particular way
Crows gone now gliding
Dog’s bark receding
Motorcycles return
And the rabbit comes out of the wall
And they do the mosquito dance
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Wrapping it up there’s no doubt
The hawk went south
Circled back and circled twice
Amongst the Redwood trees
Then circle round to north instead
Everything circles back around here
Flowing round
The expansive needles
Close to the ground
Waved like a circling breeze
Good night. To dream. Of you.
Love is a choice
Until it is inevitable
It opens the passageways of the heart
Holding out their hearts
Lovers offer some safe remittances
Then from the shadows, or out of joy,
The embrace becomes complete
Love winds among
The flowers of our dreams
It brings the feelings like fragrances
That linger on our lives
Touched by the fulfillment of dreams
Prayers bring forth blessings
Of pathways waiting to be explored
The lilt of love wafts o’er their hearts
Now bound by choices blessed.
(at Juanita’s)
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Clouds over snow sun shining on mountains
Driving along the eastern sierra
Rocks strewn in beauty
Hearts feeling hearts
joining hearts
overwhelmed by history and present
A gift to each other
this glorious day
Hearts joined
in the emotion of mountains and vistas
Light over all
this glorious day
Gently gazing in eyes
as souls strived to joining
imperfect sense
of this glorious day
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New music Old friends
Old music and new friends
Relatives of old friends
New ways of seeing things already known
Love and all that
New smiles Old styles
Doing things the same old way
Smiling and laughing at the whole new day
Finding people you already know
Knowing you’ll find people out of the blue
Love and all that
Pink roses Bright eyes
Bright eyes happily looking
Pink roses framing a view of beauty
New friends becoming old friends some time to be
A vision of the present
Blessed vision of the future
Love and all that
<><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 06/02/15 @brew
Charity is giving. Charity is good.
Charity is corrupt if it serves the self interest of the giver above the interests of the people it is alleged to help.
Charity in the land of health care is a car wash to buy a kidney.
Charity in health care is a golf tournament to buy off the golfers’ perceptions.
Charity in health care is nonprofit insurance companies who own for profit hospitals.
Charity care of seven billion dollars in care advertised on public radio is seven billion dollars of overpriced full charge care that would be billed at a fraction of that except to write off on taxes.
Faith hope and charity
Charity that is not charity is hypocrisy and corruption
<><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 05/19/15 @brew
Sitting. Waiting for an angel to walk in.
Anticipating a spirit to encounter in a coffee shop.
Holding out hope by investing in waiting.
Taking the time to linger while others rush past, ambling too fast.
Waiting for an angel sent to rest among us.
Has the force of spirit been delayed at a stoplight?
Are the winds pushing on the clouds to obscure the path?
Has the setting sun darkened the spirit’s way?
How will the angel, the messenger, be recognized?
Is there an angel on the sidewalk outside who stopped to tie his shoe?
I thought angels wore sandals.
Sitting, waiting for an angel.
Wondering if I leave will he enter?
And I won’t be waiting.
What then?
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