Evidence of Their Influence; Evidently

I could leave poems where I find them, 

but they're always insisting I write them down.

Evidence of their influence; evidently

Mystery Trusters

I Must Love You Blog

© akka b.

I must love you blog. I must love you in an everyday way. Coffee foaming from my mouth, tangled hair, tired eye, or eye(s), pinched skin, blushed lips, palpitating heart beat fire bang bang blast off sort of way! I must love you blog. BIG DEEEEEEEP BREATH.

So I've been sort of unavailable. And I forgive myself for it. There are times to run screaming deep into the wooded, musk infused, lichen growing, compost carpeted tree lands, sky falling, bird calling, acorn throwing places. But, just when I think I've 'been there done that' and can resurface... boom, boom, boom, I plunge again. Dunked. By heaven? By my own prayers? Prayers I made years ago to live this way. In the all-the-way kind of way? Probably.

But every time I do - go away. I also come back. Usually more ripe, more soft, more precise, more lovely then I ever thought possible. What is possible? What are the possibilities of living in this body that I love and am growing to love? Growing to live?

I must love you blog/I must love me. Even when I've been unavailable, there is purpose in this distance. Even in the seemingly unproductive mountain scaling times, there is purpose.

NOT A....

THIS IS NOT A POEM...

                              ...THIS IS A PICTURE OF A POEM

OFF THE PAGE

Photo Credit: Jonas MacPhail

poem fell off page again

pfft...

(typical poem)

it means...

well,

what it means is...

I'm on call 

day

&

night

could

be

PAGED

any time-

whatsoever

must always

arrive

prepared

for

anything;

which basically means

prepared for nothing

and

everything.

of

course.

typically
 

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Spirits ARE Talkin'

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The quietness of sunlight pressing me down 

into the driveway where I lay,

Under the driveway tree

Hungry hawk sends echo across skyline 

A kind of wind comes... 

Like smoke signals 

Listening

Every piece of Earth is talking now

Retelling about The Way

There is no considerable danger in ending

And no considerable ending, and no considerable beginning 

As we've been told so many times before

There is also no hawk, and yet there is hawk

No skyline, yet there is skyline

No sunlight, but sunlight yes

No wind

Yes wind

Listening and no listening

There is also no driveway, and yet there is driveway

Where I am laying, but not laying

Pressed by sun

Wind

Turned into smoke

And driveway tree 

A storm coming

But no storm

No coming

No going

and also, and therefore

Quiet. 

Spirits are talkin'

THE PURPOSE OF DOING SOMETHING >>>>> cha cha cha!

DOING SOMETHING - cha cha cha!

Is one way to not do nothing. 

Trading your nothing for a something, is the same as trading something for a nothing, unless your nothing is the something that you are trading nothing for. 

Oh shoot. What have I done?

I'm not sure what doing something means actually. Except that sometimes when I've been doing one thing one way for a very long while, I know that the only way to change the way I've been doing that one thing... (that has begun to feel like nothing) is by doing something that I have never done before. OR by doing something that I used to do a lot of - that I forgot about - that I really used to like. OR by doing something very, very different from the way I would normally do that something.

Which to be quite frank, often requires doing nothing. Even though nothing often requires some sort of something. But I've probably already said that.

Bottom line is this.

DO SOMETHING - cha cha cha!

DO NOTHING - cha cha cha! 

 

THE PURPOSE OF DOING NOTHING

THERE'S MORE TO IT THAN MEETS THE EYE...

Staring at walls

Walking up a small or large hill

Watching for rattlesnakes

Making a smoothie

Sitting there

Standing there

Laying around

Taking a nap

Taking one more nap for good measure

Um, doing computer stuff

Talking on the phone a lot

Sitting around with people

Making the bed

Unmaking the bed

Let's see...

Lying in the bed that is made or unmade

Learning rap moves

Making up nonexistent words

Drawing

Reading

Falling asleep while reading

Napping again (because of the falling asleep while reading situation)

Trying

Wondering

Wondering about trying

Un-trying  

Purposeful

Nothing.

And so on and so forth...