SCARLET GILIA (Ipomopsis aggregata) with SWALLOWTAIL
in South Wallowas [ click photo for next . . . ]
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On the road in the American Northwest.
Chance proposes;
Intelligence disposes.
No one can predict which
flower the butterfly will pass by next.
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FROM THE SOURCEThis is good.
This is pure.
This is sacred.
Water from the source.
If this can't be trusted,
what can?
TIME IS NOT IMPORTANTTime is not important.
Time is not a resource.
Time is not money.
What is important is rhythm.
Cycle within cycle within cycle,
to know and to move
with the turning wheel
about its motionless hub.
THE EYE THAT PERCEIVESColors fade,
Countries come and go,
Even the eye that perceives this,
itself mostly water,will return to nothing but water and air,
coming and going, coming and going,
what remains is the sound
of the rushing water.
A NEW CENTURY IS BORNWater purifies.
Fire purifies.
Sound purifies.
A blind seer sits next to her spring
and writes in a laconic, crystalline prose
of events to come;Bodies are burned along the banks
of a slow, dark flowing river,
and ashes return to the sea;A wild-eyed shaman chants his song,
circling distant planets on his drum,
and shakes his high-pitched rattle
with a thousand silver bells . . .and a new century is born.
WHERE THE SUN NEVER
SETS ON GREEDAh, Nature in spring . . .
The blue skies of love making, nesting
and frolicking about.
BUT BEWARE: Never far away
are the Captains of Industry, of deliberate scarcity,
of the 24/7-world where the sun never sets on greed,
A tree falls, already dead,
in a meadow unwitnessed,
and the whole world hears its sound.
BEFORE THE COMING DAWNBefore the coming dawn
when the Earth speaks in whispers, if at all,
when the sound of the river is muted,
a solitary robin marks the coming morning
with its song,
a bit out of tune, perhaps,
but what does it matter?
We all sing with the voices that were given us,
and that is the beauty of the world.
July the 9th, 2012,
Camp Lost & Found,
smoke coming in from the South
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