by d63 » Tue Nov 04, 2014 4:54 am
The trees are watching us:
everywhere,
all the time.
They hover and bend above us
like a stern jury
or loving parents.
Either way
we will be judged.
They hold above us
not only leaf and limb,
but the wisdom that comes with time
and silence
in the face of a busy and noisy world.
Still, the trees are speaking
through silence
or the rustle of leaves in the wind
or the brittle resonance
of thin limbs
against the crisp blue
of a cloudless autumn day.
And when we talk,
the trees are always listening,
silently:
always waiting(
forever waiting
(for us to get the message.
Humble yourself or the world will do it for you -it was either Russell or Whitehead. I can't remember which.
When I was young, I use to think the world was a messed up place so i was pissed off a lot. But now that I'm older, I know it is. So I just don't worry about it. -John Lydon (AKA Johnny Rotten).
Anarchy through Capitalism -on a flyer thrown out during a Kottonmouth Kings concert.
First we read, then we write. -Emerson.
All poets are damned. But they are not blind. They see with the eyes of angels. -William Carlos Williams: in the introduction to Ginsberg's Howl.
You gotta love that moment when the work is done and all that is left to do is drink your beer and sip your jager and enjoy what you've done. It's why I do and love it.
I refuse to be taken seriously.
Once again: take care of your process and others will take care of theirs. No one needs a guru. Just someone to jam with.
:me