Overruled & Measuring Up

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If it's a matter of measuring, well then yes perhaps a measuring stick might come in handy. Having something to measure oneself against, so one might know where one stands...or for that matter, what one is up against. But, I ask you this... does knowing what one is up against, say anything about the one who is up against it?

oh, and one more thing...

Who invented the rules... ahem, I mean ruler anyway?

And also...

How did (whomever that was) manage such straight lines?

FAT of LIFE

Life is full of fat.
That's what I said, "fat."

Borrowed - no, taken from a cow.
Separated and such.
Whipped around some.
ta da!

FAT

Insert additives for longevity (optional)
Salt to taste (optional)
and in many cases - color (also optional)

FAT

okay, okay...butter (fat)

is everywhere
in everything

bountiful

contested

encouraged

desired

respected

abhorred

and a teeny tiny bit dangerous

yes, dangerous.

And therefore, absolutely necessary.

Pockets of Heart Stuff

I have approximately 5 minutes to write something wonderful and then it's off to work. Isn't it funny that poets must go to work? I am ever amused. In my perfect poet-world, I would sit by a river and lean my back into a tall tree, letting poems fall on me like dry leaves. And if the falling poems made no sense I would spread them out and roll in them. If still they made no sense, I would crunch them up and put them in a stew. Undoubtedly I would swell with fever as I leaned over the steaming cauldron of foliage, because of course in my perfect poet-world I would be a naked poet - tethered to the search for meaning. Punishing myself a little in beautiful surroundings. Alone mostly. Free?

Oops. 5 minutes is up.
Off to work.

Best Mates

Photo by Atmadev Cornelius

Dying is required.

When living is present.

A little every day,

a lot once in a while,

more often than not.

We die the moment we are born.

Pushing away from what we were,
into who we are meant to be.

And we live the moment we die.

*

Kind of sets a precedence

for the entire journey.

*

So let yourself die, akka b.

become fertilizer

become the way of the returning tree.

So

you can live more,

once again,

entirely.

*

Live Death/Present Life

Jungle Vines

I bet you want to know what I'm thinking?

and

I bet what you're thinking I'm thinking, is not what I'm thinking.

Do you really want to know?

Regarding those bars I might look like I'm locked behind...

simply

It's absolutely not true.

They're not bars at all.

They're jungle vines.

Two Ends Of A Very Long Rope

Two ends of a very long rope.

Rope THE MAN gave me.

"Here's your rope" said the man.

"See how far you can get whilst holding both ends simultaneously."

Having always been up for a challenge, I agreed.

So with my RIGHT hand I picked up one side.

And with my LEFT hand I picked up the other.

There were no instructions included.

It was a game with no rules.

Except that part about holding on with two different hands.

Naturally, give and take transpired between what was RIGHT and what was LEFT.

And the two ENDS were equally BEGINNINGS.

Interchangeable.

Except for that part about one being RIGHT and one being what...

was LEFT.

if you know what i mean?

standing room only

Photo by John Watson

Stand,

stand

up

don't sit down

don't lay down

don't fall down

don't let down

don't.

Do

stand,

stand

up

stay

up

be

up

live

up

look

up

*

SACRED

SACRED GIVING
SACRED GRIEVING
SACRED RECEIVING

*

Perfect disorder

Rides the heals of order

So we might know the way of whale

The way of Star Bird

The way sun gives itself to moon
And moon gives itself to night
And night gives itself to
One-sitting-still

Still

Dip below the storm
Let the sea take you
Let the sea heal you

Lend yourself to the masterful play of light

Out-of-Order

Into order

Into

Light