docking station images...see poem above...

crepuscular rays

from these rays

brilliant at sunrise

and sunset 

from holes in low clouds

below the horizon emerging

we learn

they are really parallel..

only our perspective

makes them diverge..

what of our lives

many divergences we see

separations and frags..

might we change 

our perspective..?

might we wish to

do that..?

 solitude

a time to find

momentary awareness..

those sensations and thoughts

arising

encapsulate these

in absorbing light..

mitigation

transformation

 two become one

then again two..

then new sensations

new thoughts

a neverending story

producing a

glow...

big data

news this morning

the next big thing..

intuition and experience

reported as smothered

a tidal wave 

sheer numbers and weight

left finally defeats right..

data's new patterns

never before seen

a computing triumph

without much doubt..

but taking a moment

reading between headlines

something's unseen

intuition a bird

soaring much higher 

finding new branches

a perch beyond

discovering bold patterns..
patterns

among patterns...

healthcare

a national

dilemma

fears abound

losses loom darkly

i lose mine

if we are covered..

i versus we..

awakening

from this dream

a new lucid vision..

there is no i

nor a we..

a bewildering surprise

the linkage

our real constitution..

the real

patient...

beads and strings

our lives

a parable each one..

looking back

stringing new beads today

evoked memories in

their sequence

a sequence 

never before seen..

then pondering that the

beads in my string

might be strung

in so many ways..

but for today

the string I strung

seems quite enough

for new energy

new joy I found..

then pondering again

a question arising

what are those strings...?

palmer park thunderstorm

by charles coon

a timely arrival..
welcome refuge
a gathering storm..
sheltered somewhat
from the arriving flash
and pelting
downpour..

rain rivulets
quickly formed
on a miniature scale
tiny rivers and streams
branchings and splittings..
the storm's rapid creation
all at once seemed whole..

lightening and thunder
light and sound
their separate reports..
all creation is splitting..
the thunderstorm's gift
instant reminder of
separation in
interwoven whole..

with the storm's passing
a bright light in the west
painted a rainbow on
a now darkened east..
a sourcing of
bowed colors out east..
though very soon
curved colors
took flight
fading fast in
their birthing light...