Sweet Mourning Dove seeds
planted and ready to grow
Afternoon is hopeful
People don’t realize that I
take all my photos without a camera.
Photographic memory, you see.
[Note: This is a shot of an Ivory Mystery Snail and some Painted Fire Red Shrimp in one of my aquariums. I breed both the snails and the shrimp. It is so cool about how the snails and shrimp get along with each other so well! The snails often rise up to expose more of their bodies to the shrimp… in order to get groomed and get little parasites or debris taken off by the shrimp. I’ll have to get a shot of that sometime! ]
Once, I was the key and the turning of the key
Once, I was the lock and the unlocking of the lock
Once, I was the door and the opening of the door
Once, I was the light and the seeing of the light
However, when the light was really seen,
when the door was really opened,
when the lock was really unlocked,
when the key was really found:
There was no “I,” just the turning of the key
There was no “I,” just the unlocking of the lock
No “I” was there, just the opening of the door
No petty “I” was there, just seeing and infinite illumination
[Note: This is another close-up of some Lichen on a small Oak branch. I continue to suspect that the close symbiotic relationship between primitive algae and primitive fungus… such as in Lichen, tended to continue — because of its very advantageous aspects — throughout evolution with the higher evolved trees and mushrooms. That is why, today, we are discovering that mushrooms and trees (and many other plants) share communication and nutrients with each other underground (even over vast distances).]
It came when we weren’t expecting it to come
beyond the moonlit glow
It came when we weren’t expecting it to come
beyond the realm of know
It came when we weren’t expecting it to come
such bliss energy and love
It came when we were not existing separately
that eternal immeasurability from above
Gardening is easy.
It’s pollinating that’s hard.
It’s not just the bees!
[Note: After photographing this Ladybug, one noticed that, while covered in pollen, she was frantically intent on getting on to the next, adjacent flower. There aren’t many of their aphid insect prey targets around in early spring; eating pollen and helping pollen producers is a wise alternative.]
Once we looked at the tiniest little thing
it looked up with caring innocent eyes
its heart was bigger than what all words mean
Once perception was more than me
looking was deeper than distance and time
living was beyond becoming or be
I find that I as time goes by grow weary of politics and all of the dirty tricks that the man in charge who by and large likes to pull because he is a fool a wealthy man in this land a one percenter a climate change hater whose only goal to get others to […]
Sweet little things curled inside the big things
Sweet love there between all that hate
Poor rich things craving even more things
Overeating many things can’t hold their weight
Wonderful lives beyond thought’s old archives
Lots of breathing without dead cement
Lichens dancing, spiders basking
Mind with nature beyond malcontent
Wiggly wormies, squiggly squirmies
Magic mysteries, love all and each
Wandering moments, joyous laughing
Holding hands though they say we’re out of reach
I’ve hunted with camera in many a spring rain
Seen oodles of pleasure in life… and rivers of pain
Focused on creatures… including the very small
Lived with plants and animals, loving them all
This movement liked to shoot diminutive creatures really up-close
And smiled when a spider’s lens did perfectly expose
Realized that nothing fully conveys life via a digital screen
Words are mere symbolic shadows, if you see what i mean
once upon a twice we sang and we cried
until gradual came quickly and the bigshots lied
there until a here was distance shut still
i’ll achieve perfection was perfection going nil
dark until some light we groped then we stared
until illusion died clearly beyond the visually impaired
here until a there was distortion made blind
when much of maligned mankind became carelessly unkind
no until a yes we loved and we hugged
twice a robber robbed himself of wisdom and the thief got mugged
theirs upon a hear as the songs played on
leave delusion in the night and be the light of dawn
[Note: The following is a photo of a 24K Goldenback Shrimp that is one of the three varieties that i keep and breed in aquariums. A previous posting of mine had Painted Fire Red Shrimp photos in it. This particular shrimp is a female and she gave birth to most of her young. However, if you look closely, you can see — behind her hind legs in what is called the skirt region — a few young still being carried in egg sacs. When the shrimp are born, they are tiny versions of their parents, but only around the size of a comma in a sentence.]
the mightiest miracle that ever was
poured forth as love in endless spring
way beyond unfeeling indifference and hateful ways
far from the fallacies when the coldhearted cling
as ziggy went zaggy while up followed down
as dizzy was dazzy while on-hold with a phone
flowering be beautiful without perfect face
kitelike insects kept ringing wisdom to alone
unknowable joy peace truth radiant bloom
mediocre fight hates minds with delight
you are the light at the apex of noon
holding onto sorrow being blindness loving night
Among the many “here”s
within the many “there”s
a confusion quite precisely
drinking coffee stirred by nows
Within the trodden whiles
absorbing many styles
a delusion so pretentiously
through dirty-window-hows
But then unfathomable why
no shredded bits of get
a sunburst of entirety
a placid joyful yes
Like two white(fluffy) socks
outside the darkest day
an immeasurable perpetuity
Untold poetry’s best
Spring rides the steep entrance
beyond cold death’s down
She is everywhere growing joyfully
Green groping marvels reaching
not muchtheworseforwear
Innumerable gladnesses bursting gleefully
Fearless emerging singingly feels
far from icecold nothing’s heels
Flames of jubilant splendor
Fast not last
and ditty dance
circulated bound
Not slow or first
or spongy thirst
or rivulet round
Not here just there
not underwear
resplendent like a clown
Just slippery soggy
not so groggy
a leaping up and down
Hop and jump
splash cur-plunk
a wishy-washy sound
[Note: Some people are changing their ways, using green energy, staying local instead of mindlessly vacationing via terrible fossil fuel aircraft and diesel ships, recycling, being vegetarians, and creating more drastically needed environmental awareness. However, not enough people, by any means, are changing. Most mindlessly stick to the bourgeois status quo… needlessly flying in jets all over the place (to relax), using huge cruise ships, and not doing much to help the environment. All major mass extinctions on earth occurred when CO2 levels exceeded a thousand parts per million (ppm). Carbon dioxide levels are now changing about 25,000 times faster than in known geologic history; methane, too, is being released at unprecedented rates. We must do better as a species or the following poem, unfortunately, will hold true.]
natural business
no plastics
no foul fossil fumes
not just on and under terra firma
arboreal too
six legs
hooded antenna
agile cooperative stealthy curious
will be here long after
the foolish bipedal apes
destroy their world with indifference
and chemicals
So many “here”s and so many “there”s
scurrying like little ants to their “anywhere”s
So many whens and so many hows
rushing to work or driving their plows
This many fingers how old am eye
that many soaring jets polluting the sky
Which way is right when all ways are wrong
beyond the grip of time need not move along
So many wants and not many whys
running for cover telling their lies
So many sorrows and not enough joys
too many war rifles making dead boys
This many dollars and not enough love
that many looking down but not up above
Which crazy leader as they kiss his hind end
damning the environment without earth as a friend
[Note: The photographs are of Painted Fire Red Shrimp that i keep as pets and breed. No, we do not have a name for each individual shrimp; however, you are welcome to try! 🙂 They do not need a heater — liking cold water — and eat very little, having a very low bioload. They are becoming increasingly more popular as aquarium pets. I really like them, as they are very interesting, comical, and do not fight amongst each other. In the lower photograph, many are grouped together in one corner of the aquarium; that is because it is feeding time, and that area is where i feed them twice a day. Note that some have cleverly discovered that they do not have to share the little sinking, white food pellets as much if they can snatch them off of the bottom and take them up the walls of the Matten Sponge Filter. I also have (in other aquariums) a couple of other varieties. One variety is called Snowball Shrimp; the females carry, for over a month, many white eggs (inside of them, that you can see), and they look like pure white snowballs.]
Our home is right on the Iroquois River and, currently, the river is rising to a record high. It is going around 23 feet above normal, and we are due for even more heavy rains. Flood stage is 16 feet above normal. The engineers have said that if it rises 8 more inches — which is possible, as it has not crested yet — the cement bridge (that we live adjacent to) could float away. We are lucky so far, as we are on very high terrain… but the water is getting precariously high and close; neighbors, to the south especially, are lower down; unfortunately, they are getting inundated.
A little humorous poetry from Art Carney (from the Honeymooners Show many years ago) cheers me up a bit at this dangerous time:
When the tides of life
turn against you,
and the current upsets your boat,
don’t waste tears on what might have been,
just lay on your back and float!
Update (at 8:47PM Central Time, Feb.24th):
Thank you, everyone, for your heartfelt concern, good wishes, and comments. The river remains very high. According to charts, it has crested and is supposed to be receding very soon.
Last night, i spent a lot of time getting the container — that our sump pump was in — better situated; plus i drilled a lot of holes into side of the container (higher up towards the top). Our crawl space was dry — you can’t have basements with living on the river — but there was water in the sump hole about seven inches from the top of the gravel. Today, we had company coming over (including my mother-in-law… it is mother-in-law’s birthday, she is 93). However, i noticed a patch of water in one (apparently) low section of the crawl space some distance from where the sump pump is. Before the company arrived, i was busy frantically digging a trench for the water to flow to where the sump pump was. I put some PVC piping into the trench by the sump to help with the flow. It worked! The crawlspace is mostly bone dry… and the small wet areas have subsided well.
Our elderly neighbor — whom i take the mail to, since she cannot make it to the rural mailbox — said that her son stated that an elderly couple who lives not far from us, by an old iron bridge, was surrounded by water. They refused to leave. Their kids (now adults) called 911. Rescuers used a boat to try to get to them but couldn’t get through due to tons of corn stalks blocking the way. A man with a better boat was contacted and he managed to get through. However, the husband refused to leave! Only his wife evacuated. The next day, the husband changed his mind and they had to go in again to get him! Geesh!
My posting for Sunday will still occur. I schedule my blogs (and usually am about a month ahead).
Thanks again everyone! (We all need to do way better with the environment! Weather conditions are going bonkers, worldwide. When are we going to finally wake up?! When it is too late?)
When lucid ways mutate into wing
in a glass crystal garden
there
where four legs not six legs cling
Only a short mayfly shimmer of time
in a lush limpid garden
where
fragile crystalline things hang and delicately rhyme
If all of the mirrors vases and glasses went crashing
in a perfect world so wonderfully and glaringly clear
there
would always be your beaming beauty ever so smashing
At that place
where there is no i…
just place
In that magic
where time doesn’t matter…
so measurelessness
From no beginning
entwined without ending…
just eternity
When wily mediocrity mingled
impressing dozens of cadaverous friends
When superficiality stagnated
content with parts and very dead ends
Where innocence’s insight fully flowered
near caring doubt’s entwining now
With timelessness everlastingly
not separate from the whole of life somehow
The magical multiplicity of nature
needs integrity and care
not ramshackle mumbo jumbo
from insipid intellectualism sitting in choice underwear
A gustatory dive (without papaya or mangoes)
of simple mushrooms and assimilated provisions
can be polished off near a larder and fridge
without cold emptiness’s voracious decisions
Mushrooming love
There’s plenty of room for more
not emaciated hate and indifference
Pass on a plate to feed the poor
We twotogether as one
beyond the red insidious wars
and wrinkled reasons that send sweet smooth youth to die
We touch sweet nature and are sweet nature
We do not travel on polluting jets or diesel cruise ships to visit and
see distant nature
We are softly purely content with what and where we are
(truly close to nature)
And where we are is together
purely together beyond hard human hypocrisy and
adulterating contamination
We twotogether as one
At rainbow’s edge
deeper than dawn’s iron light
sweeter than sideswiping dominoes falling
Silence is
and distance and measure are nothing
Kiss unfolding bloom from the night
Dark lies forever shattered and tattered
The smiling fragrance of your while
purer than sorrow that worries as
thoughts of tomorrow
Blue skies
quick upon a florid day
Sun swell
in a sea of shine
Still fate
frozen beyond nowhere bound
End sorrow
in a jaunty rhyme
See far
beyond horrid dream
Love lots
perennial sunbeam
One littlest why came up with a how
and said “You shouldn’t”
but then a could gleefully said “Sure we can”
Suddenly a reflective tear cheerlessly cried “Please don’t”
and then cold terror screamed “Oh this is going to be gruesome”
(Snakes are often Ben
Next a placid smile grinned a reassurance
while impatience glanced again at the clock
Understanding suggested “Prejudice and hate can end… or end us”
while fear nervously shouted “What will happen to us?”
Separation coldly looked with indifference
and absorbed habit answered repetitiously
Sequential words swiftly scanned this poem
as wonder why magically dropped in
eficial and not nearly as dangerous to
the earth’s health as man)
Wisdom transcended unwhole fragmentation
while ostentatious showed off his clever intellect
kind to nature
not so many fossil fuels
or be blind
and heartless fossil fools
plant trees grow flowers
nature a blessed event
or view the world through brainwashed lies
cover everything with dead cement
[Addendum: We saw the movie “Wonder” the other day; it was excellent; highly recommended!]
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But here
amongst
the light of shine
why couldn’t
when arcing was
as shading stared
even when
something moved
ever so
graciously
amid
perceptions reactions
and you’re
blinking
We moved and in that moving looked
and in that looking many things were seen
and in that seeing labeled things were from the storehouse of memory
We re-cognized from patterns of the past
We saw everything the way we were instructed to see
We looked from (i.e., as) the screen of conditioning
We never looked originally spotlessly wholly
?Can the yes of awareness be beyond stagnant lies of no
as magic beautifully flowers
There is an immeasurable energy
a sacredness that cannot be created or destroyed
and it is a field beyond thought/thinking
Its essence is an indescribable eternity that is
beyond words and mere mental patterns
It rarely visits the realm of man
When it visits
it fills the cup of the mind/body for a while
and departs as quickly as it arrives
but leaves some perfume of itself
that forever affects the mind
Its intrinsic order will not visit a concocted silence
nor any copied meditation
nor any secondhand distortion or twisted corruption
It is of an immense intelligence
beyond fragmented limitation and stagnant beliefs
It is not of the separative fabricated religions and countries
that divide man
Thinking is always “about” energy
Thinking is never (the actual boundless energy
with all of its holistic beauty)
Thought/thinking is limited fractional
and symbolic