Anam Cara

Anam Cara

a Celtic formula

a longing response..

a friendship

of soul

with the Other..

a constriction first

perhaps a limit

within solitude

allowing the soul

a gathering strength

preserving one's light

in secret..

then the journey

immersion in life

and return..

remembering

Anam Cara...

thanks to Teryl

and to

John O'Donohue

Mollie Kathleen

Mollie Kathleen

a descent 

1000 feet down

to pristine silence

a Silence

on surface unknown..
guide speaks there of
miners and animals
struggling to eke
in candlelight
daily bread from
earth's stubborn veins..
encasement:
gold in rocks
ounces in tons..
and that Silence
encasing life's
 suffering and toil..

Grocery list

Grocery list

this question filters

in job interviews..

let's ask ourselves:

finding a basket

then how to shop..?

does sequence rule

aisle by aisle..

 with that prepared

grocery list..

no list at all

simply a walk

down the aisle..

right or wrong

answers

or is job seeker
Self-Awareness

the only Answer...?

Wild eye

Wild eye

a fortunate photo

towhee up close

sentimental bird..

red eye warns

 nature's wild

constricted point..

seeing here

what one sees

in restless tiger's

fearsome eye...

an Orgasmic burst

an Orgasmic burst

of flavor

in an A-ha moment..

at these differences

we smile.. :)

fractals are about

similarity and difference..

connectedness rules..

Let us inquire 

of the similarity

in the bursts above..

all similarities 

 find Torus shape..

Torus is formula

 iterating creating all

differences we find..

On a vertical column
curved surface surrounds

a hidden black hole..

at a Point

 black hole turns white..

now our bursts

all are as One..!

The Torus needs

 motivation to move

arousal and stimulation

below and above..

all this Similarity

iterates the differences

so striking we see..

More differences now:

 succulent juices

pulses and flow

DMT liquid light..

all these differences..

really..?

we smile again.. :)

OK, Mae...

Omnivore Love

Omnivore Love

You stand before the cutting board,
excited appetite
juices flowing in your mouth
and in the tender meat.
Hungry man, do turn your gaze
Devour me too !

by Hello Poetry friend, Mae...

The Plain

The Plain

Looking back at

youth's energy field..

the formative Plain

belongs to him

and to me..

There penetrating

notes and words

imagine each day

a long gray line..

Songs instilled then

 return often in

memory's moments..

an entanglement

Plain and cadet

a grip and

a far off hold..

A grip of 

youthful strength

courage in war.. 

the Plain's gift

sustains special

belonging

through earthly life..

Also are found

in lurking shadows

voices crying out

for new resolution

new perspectives

longings of 

advancing years..

A new journey

not to the Plain..

a road of ascent

a path resurrecting..

with signpost mottos

to remind and replace

those cased in gold..

Now with pause

a glance backward

in joy reveals

new Clarity of that

formative field..

the Plain's shadow

grips and holds..
grounding a 

dim yet searching
 inner light...


for Paul
and for me