Eucalyptus: Bamboo

 
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ON ABOUT THE NIGHTWINDS BUSINESS

Red rhinestone wears a cape and a scarf and comes and goes like the nightwind.

Moonlight carries the soft songs of angels and concentration fails.

there
perched betwixt rock and sky
come

the painted phrases each
content in itself each
soothing or reminding.
 

the long night revolves leaving
stardust
in the ink blots
on the floor as the dawn comes callin.
 

from where?
for what?
 

why does it matter? could it be
is it possible'?
 

without
character or plot say
even breeze like
without destination
the eucalyptus is for eucalyptus the
bamboo has a way of it's own,
 

flight plants
s-s-s-s-slipping

hang onto your chair rungs honey there's
still room left to fall
 

letting black ink and brains spill
gentle
on my lap
glad to find that somehow nothing changes
through my various impositions
as it were.

After all these mad dashing decades
imagine my surprise.

There's only enjoyment
and the test is
do you enjoy that whatever or wherever
you have found yourself
knee deep in.

And who was the wizard behind the curtain?
Aren't we just
howlin at the moon lit sky??

Here
in this space
a twinkle of a moment
a spark
of beauty
in human touching self
through ink on earth

And Smiling!
 

That I live and rejoice and acknowledge
the living spirit which flows
in and around me and my actions

that is enough.

That my lover remembers
my endless need for paper and pens
that
is amazing.

And that I may
from time to time
 be taken into my own dramas and forget
 for just a moment

 the absolute perfection of life
of stars
ahhhhhhhh well that

is an expected result
of being human.
 

listening to some lightening jazz
some
slowbeat drummer wailin thunder
and the birdsong of flutes takin flight

outside
trees
rattle the skies
lightshow
windstorm
rainfaIl
and the leaves all a riot of applause.
me
perched as always
dreamy grinnin on the verge of yet
another thousand golden mornings
ahead

just
holding aside time
still
for a blink in ink.

Life, I conclude, is Art
basically
unchanged
and changing
eternal.

And why should I be blessed with such sudden clarity
after
extended chaos?

Well
why not
I mean
everything else that could have possibly happened
had managed to

why not
a peaceful resolution
a surprise ending?

Even the deepest doldrum
smashed
by a warm thought
a child's smile
a cheery song

and
and
and
all them
what's next's
still
ta come.
 
 

Theatre of the Absurd
or
How to tell if the sink is plugged ...

If you need help
you'd better get some
or you've had it, moonglow.
 
 

The Vision

The vision was the concept of Death
the
only true standard
to measure
life against.

I mean, compared to dead, things start to look
rather rosy, eh?

And ah the faces we are making
the forts of stupidity we defend with our
indignance.

spoilt brats, the lot of us.

So I asked after life's happiness
and the light said
"Such fun!  And every moment a new beginning!"
and i thought
What a great deal!

Be assured
that all is how it should be
that
you are where you need to be
that
the lessons all have
good grades and surprise treats
at the end of them

and that
you are never lost you only get mmmmmmmmmm
sidetracked
from time to time
by your own daydreams.

As the sun rises on your next new day
remember the vision
there's
still time here to love and dance and make yourself well gosh
a cozy life you can actually live in.

and the vision said
 

the light is there.
all is as it should  be
love and grace abound in the human smile
the sun rises only to set and rise forever
that home is where the heart feels  loved
that friends just "are" there's no  "making" about it
that
beauty and freedom are waves as the summer wind
all in the blink of a thought.
that
peace and love rest forever in the warm beat of a human heart.

so what more could i ask?

only for just a little more time
to share
to enjoy

Please have a beautiful existence
and smile
forever.

I have promised to enjoy people
for whatever there is
to enjoy in them

It's a
basic agreement
with life itself
that she is lovely

and thus lovely
the many manifestations of that energy
once created.

I have sworn to creative expression
letting
my invisible and magic Is-ness resound rebound
over
forest
field
under stars

in song dance loving painting.
 

I have learned
carefully
over time
to do whatever it takes to sincerely deeply
enjoy life.

Now
I need some others to come up and share
the clear fresh breath
of a soul
having studied lightness.
 

after the bomb squad checked out,
the
crisis team bit into donuts
in the rain.

The laughter was weak
but we popped the last warm beer
and took stock.

all fleshwounds.
its those surface slashes that bleed rivers
you know
the deep cuts
you never even see.

Souls
will express themselves
and if you don't let the steam off slowly
oh starburst
stand back
the thing is bound to blow.

Here's a thought:
What if everyone who has some strength and grace to share
tries to
give it to someone who is there in the ranks, pullin, but
needs an extra boost?
What if
there was a passing stranger talkin Live-And-Let-Live
to the unknown arsonist
Just By Chance
at the busstop just before the fire broke out?

We could do
without the ruble.
 

let this soul feel free
 

all the rest
can flow easy
from that source
 
 

Sniper fire

Trusting you, I skipped the weapons check and left my gun unloaded in the car.

I caught a flicker of your movement on the roof
and felt a warning vibe only milliseconds before you gathered your tattered wits and verbally opened fire.

The fact that you need to attack
is all the proof I need.

You need to defend your final excuse for insane behavior.
Your soul in torment
The ghost of you hungers to exist
And for as long as persons you gather up around you
Continue to feed you pity and other scraps
You will use your addiction to divert your
Souls Honest Knowledge of responsibility.

And Hey
I'm Cool
Just let me go unharmed and you may continue your mad babble undisturbed.
I'll work it out through cloudy afternoons and the
occasional eclipse.

And you?
After you have run all that is warm and soft and good
out of your life
You will have yet another excuse for your slow self destruction.

A package deal.

Just don't be surprised to see me
 not come callin
my bullet proof tee-shirt
is in the wash.
 

let's be reasonable.

(we've already tried every-thing else.)
 

thunder rumbles somewhere
against the nights blue sky
invisible

i wait
as patiently as i dare
for the lightening
like shock paddles to burst
electric neon through my mind
through my heart splash
carry blood to the brain and start
neurologic wheels spinning
once again.

empathetic confusion
the contagion of the soul
so many negative ions floating wild and loose looking
for a
neuron to bond with
the
static cling of the soul.

come sky fire
bounce me loose
set me free
remagnitize my ionic structure.

finally
the first flash
with the roar of the clouds smashing
untamed
against each other.

and my mind resounds
with the affirmation of healing

i'm gonna sort this out i'm gonna
find a way
see a light
set it right

and soon!
 

defeat is unacceptable
victory is unlikely.

how to stand firmly in the middle
is an interesting problem.
 

Christmas lights neon the streets
of the watercolour wet-on-wet citystreet
i painted you.

zipping through a snowflake universe.

the nice thing about perspective is
that it changes.
 

love is alive and-living
in it's own time
shiver a little with gladness
 

another slapstick rip-roaring gut-thunder
afternoon
sun
joshing across the heavens and the very
gilt on the lily
a giggle.

that
the mind moves in silence
        (up there on it's own)
                is amazing.

that
        my thundering
                soul screaming
                        mindvibes

make not even the sound of a dewdrop
 

                                                     astounds me.
 

dragging around with a shattered dream
is not maturity

it's tragedy.
 

remember the lilies of the field and have a
stout heart, darlin.
 

occasionally
(at least)
disorder.

the life/miNd plays hide and seek.
Experiments.
Games.
Challenges self.
 

Provides
 an occasion to rise to
to further growth and create occasions to rise to... ad infinitum.
 

a miraculous perfection

random as a treeleaf,

equally vital to survival
 
 

AND FOR GOSHSAKES USE YOUR SENSE OF HUMOR








                                And
                               for gosh sakes
                               use
                               your
                               sense
                                of
                               humor.
 
 
 

a little whimsy
and alot of love for the world.
 
 

wintercolour hillsides:
 

Just hanging out