27 July 2008

state of grace

There is a state of grace

Which exists between new lovers...

Until one of you breaks the spell.


Before that subtle change,

All is holy and all is sung;

A clever, quiet harmony


With a movement so pale,

You would miss it

If you looked askance.


The merge and the symmetry

Give rise to the natural healing,

To quiet the natural pain.


This succulent moment

Is a tender mercy

In our harsh world, so


Cherish this offering,

Which is given

By each to the other.


Hold it to your chest and breathe,

For you are so briefly gifted,

And so quickly deprived.

26 July 2008

where the hell is matt? 2008

For a smooth play, start the video, then hold the button "down" to let the pink bar load completely, then view...

quote: buddha

Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it.
Do not believe in anything simply because it is spoken and rumored by many.
Do not believe in anything simply because it is found written in your religious books.
Do not believe in anything merely on the authority of your teachers and elders.
Do not believe in traditions because they have been handed down for many generations.
Bu, after observation and analysis, when you find that anything agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and benefit of one and all, then accept it and live up to it.

19 July 2008

quote: theodore roethke

What else is there to say?

We end in joy.

tiny impatiens

(photo by signe)

j.w. waterhouse: the crystal ball


My heart is dancing inside my chest, waltzing her desire to leave this life. Beating my individual rhythm, she has been always my dependable inner drummer, but now she seems to be questioning her role, or maybe she's just improvising, like a drummer learning a new song. Heartbeats, like breathing, are easy to take for granted, until they take their own path: you turn one way, they turn another.  Suddenly, they become the center of your thoughtful universe, occupying a weighted portion of your unconscious concern. No matter. So much is beyond our control. I will dance with my heart, and do what I can, but once again I am reminded that I am only a temporary visitor to this life. All I can do is watch my remaining sunrises and sunsets, give thanks, and accept What Will Be.

quote: buddha

All tremble at punishment.
Life is dear to all.
Put yourself in the place of others;
Kill none, nor have another killed.

15 July 2008

william dyce: pegwell bay


Movement as solid as the earth and

As light as laughter in the wind


Turning and circling in a

Ticklish dervish wisdom


Bowing to the archetypal melody

Birthed from the collective unconscious


Lost in the trance

Leave me alone


I am dancing with God

12 July 2008

10 July 2008

edward r. hughes: midsummer eve

see me

See me

They don’t see me


I watch them,

Not seeing me


You didn’t see me then, and

They don’t see me now


Apparently here

To see, unseen

Drawn by glow

And see them all

God is in the clouds

(photo by signe)

quote: john f. kennedy

Mankind must put an end to war, or war will put an end to mankind.

08 July 2008

earth, as seen from our moon

(photo courtesy of nasa)

some prayers are answered

When I was three years old, I heard my name called by an Unearthly Voice.

When I was 21, I prayed for proof of God's existence, and moments later, was nearly struck by lightning.

On Sunday, July 6th, 2008, I was filming a thunderstorm on my porch. I had left my tripod in the car, and was holding the camera by hand, hoping to catch a little thunder and lightning in the distance. I thought of that day long ago, and wondered to myself if God would be so kind as to arrange a little lightning for me.

I received my answer immediately, and caught the lightning strike - barely 4' from me - on video. 45 seconds in, left hand side of the frame. 

Some prayers are answered.

07 July 2008


each day

Each day, the sun arouses

In me the living moment;

And daily the sun descends

Into a marvelous wonder.


Emboldened by the sun’s arrival,

I venture forth to face my wage,

Followed down my lively path

By her bright and fair illumination.


Briefly purchased, and too soon

The precious day is done:

Another leaf torn from the pages

Of my unknowable, unfinished book.

02 July 2008


(photographer unknown)

one hundred human years

Each tiny break

In her chain: a memory,

Etched in bone.


Carried forward,

Even when

She’d rather not.


Try to forget:

She can’t.

Try to remember:


It’s gone somewhere, but

Written upon her beautiful face,

And a little dismay.


Alone in a home,

Disowned by the younger;

Now cared for by strangers.


I watch her stare

Out the dining room window;

Letting the rain into


Her quiet, routine life of

One hundred human years.

Patiently waiting,





duane allman: little martha