Somersault ~ Zero 7

You're the prince to my ballerina
You feed other people's parking meters
You encourage the eating of ice cream
You would somersault in sand with me

You talk to loners, you ask how's your week
You give love to all and give love to me
You're obsessed with hiding the sticks and stones
When I feel the unknown
You feel like home, you feel like home

You put my feet back on the ground
Did you know you brought me around
You were sweet, and you were sound
You saved me

You're the warmth in my summer breeze
You're the ivory to my ebony keys
You would share your last jelly bean
You would somersault in sand with me

You put my feet back on the ground
Did you know you brought me around
You were sweet and you were sound
You saved me

You put my feet back on the ground
Did you know you brought me around
You were sweet and you were sound
See I had shrunk yet still you wore me around
And 'round and 'round

The Gaps

The gaps are the thing. The gaps are the spirit's one home, the altitudes and latitudes so dazzlingly spare and clean that the spirit can discover itself like a once blind-man unbound. The gaps are the clefts in the rock where you cower to see the back parts of God; they are the fissures between mountains and cells the wind lances through, the icy narrowing fiords splitting the cliffs of mystery. Go up into the gaps. If you can find them; they shift and vanish too. Stalk the gaps. Squeak into a gap in the soil, turn and unlock - more than a maple - a universe.

~Annie Dillard

My Life on the Road With Tom Petty and the Heart Breakers

If only it could be that dramatic!

We stood out front of the arena waiting with anticipation for our group to collect and head in. We could hear that The Black Crowes had already taken the stage. We weaved through many a hippie to get to our seats. Upon entrance through the curtains, we could smell the thick blanket of Nag Champa incense emanating from the stage.

The stage was set almost as it had been over a decade ago when I first saw them perform in Lansing. Thick oriental rug, candelabras everywhere, one or more band members bare foot and an old organ with enough character to be in a Woody Allen movie... The Grand Rapids Press complained that they just played "jam songs" and skipped the crowd favorites like "Remedy." How Lame. I can't believe that anyone can listen to "Wiser Time" and not love it. But that is why most people suck. Out on stage, they seemed very together and Chris Robinson's vocals were just right.

"No time left now for shame
Horizon behind me, no more pain
Windswept stars blink and smile
Another song, another mile
You read the line every time
Ask me about crime in my mind
Ask me why another read song
Funny but I bet you never left home"

I was just as excited to see the Crowes again as I was to see Tom Petty. While I've always liked Tom Petty, he was never a staple in my repertoire like the Crowes were. I was a casual listener with an interest in the Travelling Wilbury's, etc...

I have to say that I was pleasantly surprised! Their almost 30 years of touring has really hammered out all of the kinks.

The manner in which they approached the whole show was so down to earth. I stood there next to my seat with goose bumps when they started right out with "Breakdown." I forgot how much I liked that song. But my personal favorite was when they covered The Animals song "I'm Cryin." I have a soft spot for The Animals and since they were broken up by the time I was born, I wouldn't have ever guessed that I'd hear one of their songs live! I drunkenedly danced with fervor! They followed up with "Running Down a Dream," "Don't come around here no more," and a new song called "Melinda."

"Melinda" started out a little slow, but ended up taking your breath away with it's dominating piano work. Benmont Tench, their pianist of 16 years, whom they call the "new guy," is very talented and is interesting to watch play. He played flawlessly while almost head banging (for lack of a better term) to the music long enough for the whole band to take a smoke break!

This show was one of the best that I have ever been to. It was one of those times when you stand there and stare at the set and the roadies and imagine being on the road with a band and actually being a part of creating something with other people rather than just sitting here talking about how great it was. I thought "man, how could I be a part of this in some way?" How do I get one of these rock and roll jobs?

...Wake up! It's getting late and you have to work in the morning. "If we leave now, we can beat the traffic rush!" Back to reality...but my time on the road with Tom Petty was well spent!

Around and Around

Thanks to Tom Petty for reminding me how much I love the Animals!

They said the joint was rockin'
Goin' 'round and 'round
Oh baby
With that crazy sound
And it never stopped rockin'
'til the moon went down

You know it sounds so sweet
I gotta take me a chance
Rose out of my seat
You know I had to dance
Started movin' my feet
Oh, clappin' my hands

And we kept on rockin'
Goin' 'round and 'round
Oh baby
With that crazy sound
And it never stopped rockin'
'til the moon went down

Sitting here with my headphones on

Hang on so good to see you around
Never thought i'd see you
Said you can't be found
Let's get together
Let's drop down to the point
Let's get together and roll that joint

Please don't forget what i said
Please don't forget what i said

Roll down your window
The world's out there
and the glowing sky
I can't help but stare
Starring out as far as I could see
there was a star starring back at me

Please don't forget what I said
Please don't forget what I said

~Frankenwreiter

A Single Grain of Sand

Here I sit at the patio table under the blue umbrella with my back to the afternoon sun. I can hear the neighbors talking nearby, a bull frog speaking to whomever is listening, the sound of a speed boat running wide open across the lake...

I lean back in my chair and put my legs up onto the table. My eyes travel along the water's edge...green umbrella...cat tails...red life jacket... I slowly inhale, the humidity brings out the smell of the pine trees. Their sweet, prickly aroma fills my head. It's hazy and hot. It almost seems like it could rain, but it isn't supposed to. For once my mind is as blank as possible. Too hot to think.

The past few weeks have been a blur... Wait, did I say "past few weeks?" I mean past few years. I've been going a million miles a minute since the day I was born, I think. I have a heap of unsorted thoughts and memories running through my mind on a continuous loop; no filing system in place for now.

My eyes settle on my own sandy feet. Chipped pink nail polish, summer tan, worn toe ring, black bruise... The bruise. I am rapidly becoming well known for clumsiness. I don't know why. I mean, I've never been supremely coordinated (can't play basketball, not good at video games, never excelled at archery...), but I never acknowledged that I was a clutz before recently. As of late, I've dropped the rack from the grill on my leg, causing a gash and a bruise (I haven't seen Grandma Marge move that fast in a long time!), fallen on my butt into the hostas trying to tug on the hose and then got completely pulverized by the new towing tube that arrived on our doorstep last week. All of which ended in tears, just like a little kid.

I can hear some kids playing and laughing out on the water. Two little girls and a boy are standing on top of a paddle boat rocking it back and forth and jumping in and out of the water. Sounds like me when I was a kid. The years spent at Rainbow Lake...wonderful in my mind's eye. I'm sure not so wonderful when I was there, but that time is forever fairy-taled in my memory. I wish that I was a sun kissed little kid again. Out there rocking on an old-school inner tube back and forth with a friend (Emily, I'm sure.), stringy wet hairy jiggling across our faces as we guffawed with laughter.

How nice it would feel to be in my little pajamas in my cozy bed, tired from swimming, the smell of the lake still fresh in my nostrils. Sometimes I wish my mom would still come and tuck me in. I remember how well I used to sleep. No gnashing of teeth and tossing and turning. Out like a baby...........safe at home.

Randomly, I remember the yellow rubber boot that I saw along side the highway on my way home. It occurs to me to wonder how one rubber boot ended up on the side of the road, right side up no less. Under what circumstance would one throw a boot out the window of a car? Were they mad? Did they leave it on the roof by accident while putting their coffee down? I will never know. I can only speculate... my brain hurts.

My thoughts flutter back to the same thing I was mulling over in the first place, but haven't bothered to mention until now. (Mostly because I like to beat around the bush. But also because I'm having a hard time putting a finger on it.) ...I had a "chance" palm reading. By chance, I mean that it was not planned - it just came up and some things came out that sent me reeling. Things that the person who did the reading could not have known.

It's a grain of sand...that just might keep me up in the night if placed under my mattress.

Lola-Belle Lewey on the prowl

What does she see?

she walks softly, but carries a big stick.

Today....

Today is my non creative - lyric posting - because I'm lazy - illustrate with other people's words - writer block - day!

"...We're gonna lay around the shanty mama and put a good buzz on!"

Doesn't Remind Me

I walk the streets of Japan till I get lost
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
With a graveyard tan carrying a cross
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like studying faces in a parking lot
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like driving backwards in the fog
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything

~Cornell

Barely Breathing

I’ve come to find
I may never know
Your changing mind
Is it friend or foe?

~Duncan Sheik

I got invited out for lunch with some corporate people today. Does this make me their bitch? lol.

"Good News...For People Who Love Bad News"

...Okay, an update on my Coldplay dilemma. (I know, no one cares...I'm a geek...and Coldplay sucks - right Case? Are they knocking on Frans Ferdinand's door? LOL. But, I have to get this out of my system somewhere!)

Good news... their new album (X&Y) is nothing that I care for (accept maybe during soft sex or khaki pants excursions involving quiche and golf). In fact, I would say, with the exception of 2 songs, it kind of sucks. It's like a mix between U2 and Dave Matthews. Hey, it's good for Christians, small children and animals! How can you go wrong?! Just add water and it'll even sprout a bouquet for your wife!

I don't know about you, but I prefer a little devil in my music.

Lou Reed...As preformed by the Cowboy Junkies

Anyone who's ever had a heart
Wouldn't turn around and break it
And anyone who's ever played a part
Wouldn't turn around and hate it

Sweet Jane, sweet Jane
Sweet, sweet Jane
You're waiting
For Jimmy down in the alley
Waiting there
For him to come back home
Waiting down on the corner
And thinking of ways
To get back home

Sweet Jane, sweet Jane
Sweet, sweet Jane
Anyone who's ever had a dream
Anyone who's ever played a part
Anyone who's ever been lonely
And anyone who's ever split apart

Sweet Jane, sweet Jane
Sweet, sweet Jane
Heavenly widened roses
Seem to whisper to me
When you smile
Heavenly widened roses
Seem to whisper to me
When you smile

Anyone who's ever had a heart
Wouldn't turn around and break it
And anyone who's ever played a part
Wouldn't turn around and hate it

Sweet Jane

You're waiting for Jimmy down in the alley
Waiting there for him to come back home
Waiting down on the corner
And thinkin' of ways to get back home

Sweet Jane

Heavenly wine and roses
Seem to aspire to me
When you smile

Sweet Jane

Toast and Smarm

What a life!
It's complexity and all that goes with it
beautiful,
bittersweet and
delicious.

Pack this little ditty
right full of
smarm.
I'll put it on my toast
in the morning.

Eat it on the way,
Sit at a desk,
Out at 4,
hot car,
Cell phone,
Traffic jam.

Garage door opener,
Dog pee on the carpet,
Shit no toast,
Cut my leg cooking....
Dark Karma shroud.

Yin meets Yang,
Having a bad day.
Sniffly cold,
A warm hug and
a nice meal.

That's when the beauty
of life is visible.

The bittersweet is when
you realize what you have
and you know that
you almost let it go.
But not regretting the
chance taken.

Today, I'm a big fat grouch!

Some days I can't get out of bed.
On those days, I paw at the snooze bar for as long as possible without being late for work.
Some days I spring up and
find the perfect outfit and have time to spare for email and breakfast.
Some days I'm a big fat grouch
who sees nothing positive to talk about.
But then there are other days where I flutter
around and am one with the world.

The Dollar Does Dance

Getting some "Groom action" durning the dollar dance. You'd think that I could have at least put my beer down. The evening IS a little fuzzy.

Kathy and Vanessa

Kathy-woman showing off her post baby knockers!

Jagermeister - It's not just for Robots!

jager

Eric on his way...

Jagermeister - it's a galaxy thing!

Did someone say NASCAR?

Friday night disc jockey duties!


Friday night...

Got out of work at 3:30 yesterday. What a blessing. Left work in a hurry before someone changed their mind! I got on the expressway with the idea of getting off downtown to shoot some pictures. As soon as I got on the on-ramp, I realized that traffic was backed up for miles and miles! I had no choice but to merge. There were three semi trucks right behind me that were working together, driving 3 abreast to hold traffic back ("breaker, breaker 1-9.") I thought maybe it was an accident or something, but when I finally got up toward the front, it was just road construction. It's true what they say about Michigan. There are only 2 seasons here: winter and road construction. (In the winter you lament because the roads are slippery and basically full of pot holes from the constantly changing weather and in the spring you get excited because the roads are good and easily passable; only to be held up wherever you go, whenever you go by road construction! "Viscious circle" is all I can say!)

When I finally made it downtown, it was past my normal quitting time already and my employer isn't more than a few miles away! Sad! I shot some pictures down town, then headed to Heritage Hill to get an overview shot of the city. It was a gloomy over cast day, so the pictures didn't turn out, but it was still nice to be away from work! I took off through cute little neighborhoods and slowly winded my way back toward home.

The slow ride up north was great. I took the back way home, put on some worthwhile tunes (Supergrass) and eventually got far enough away from civilization and traffic to drive a little faster and unwind a little!

When I reached the house, my dad was there with a 6 of Red Stripe. Got started drinking at 6 o'clock! After one, I decided to go for a walk to the corner and back. I was almost to the corner, when Casey rounded the bend in his little white truck, no doubt carrying many beers! I waved him down, my mission suddenly aborted, and hitched a ride back to the house. Many beers and shots later, Ken, Case and I went for another, slightly more tippy and loud walk to this cool dirt road in between two swampy areas that is really pretty. The clouds had cleared a little and it was a bit sunny, so we figured it would be a nice stroll.

We came up on my favorite road and something was awry. The road had been paved. When the hell did this happen? I am not the queen of the environment by any means, but I really felt like I had been punched. Suddenly, this beautiful area that I had jogged and walked through for a couple of years was no longer the serene landscape that I had grown to like so much. All of the wildlife around there seemed to have been interupted. You used to be able to see red winged black birds and hear the sounds of the frogs in the swamp. I started thinking about progress and how the rednecks around there were probably so excited to have a paved road. But, I'm not excited. I started to imagine how soon the alfalfa field would be the next sub-division and how in the 15 minutes that we spent on that road had shown how fast people thought they could drive through there now. Great, a race track (just add fuel to their back woods NASCAR mentality!) Just what we need with everyone's BIG gas guzzling Ford trucks that all the bumpkins think that they need for some reason. What a pisser.

We walked back to the house, had another drink and settled in to watch Ghost World. I snuck away early and went to bed. Slept hard until 8 o'clock this morning.

"We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl year after year."

pale blue ideal skies

Just as the smallest note
can alter a song,
It's the tiniest of gestures
that make it seem wrong.

A shrug of the shoulder,
Your eyes move away.
A shade of navy painted on my brain.
I get on my platform
and scream on the inside.

It's kind of crazy,
I feel like
I'm running in circles
as fast as I can
with only one leg
on the ground.

Dizzily down on my knees,
I sift sand
through my finger tips.
If I had half
the notion,
I'd light a cigarette.

Take a picture
of a blue sky
and I'll try
to imagine myself in it.

...but
the pale blue of
ideal skies soon gets
filed in my navy blue mind.

Just as the tiniest of gestures
can make it seem wrong,
It's the smallest of sounds
that make the whole song.

These are the Bob's that I like!

Bob Dylan

Down these streets the fools rule
There's no freedom or self respect,
A knife's point or a trip to the joint
Is about all you can expect.

They kill people here who stand up for their rights,
The system's just too damned corrupt
It's always the same, the name of the game
Is who do you know higher up.

Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand
Band of the hand

The blacks and the whites,
The idiotic, the exotic,
Wealth is a filthy rag
So erotic so unpatriotic
So wrapped up in the American flag.

Witchcraft scum exploiting the dumb,
Turning children into punks and slaves
Whose heroes and healers are rich drug dealers
Who should be put in their graves.

"Feel Like Dancing? Dance 'cause we are free!"

Bob Marley

Bob Marley

"I love the development of our music, that's what I
really dig about the whole thing. How we've tried
to develop, y'know? It grows. That's why every day
people come forward with new songs. Music goes on
forever."

~Bob Marley, August 1979

I have a soft spot for Texas...and it sure isn't because of George Dubya

Bob Schneider - our South by Southwest boy. (Check out the sxsw link)

What keeps you in Texas?

I love Austin. It's a great city. I have a lot of success here. I can play locally and earn enough money to support myself. Mainly I stay here because I love it. And of course my band lives here and I've got lots of friends.

Ninja Bob Ross ~ A Little Tongue in Cheek

Ninja

Bob Ross

"We don't make mistakes here, we just have happy accidents. We want happy, happy paintings. If you want sad things, watch the news. Everything is possible here. This is your little universe."

Bob Ross (October 29, 1942 - July 4, 1995) was a grandmaster American oil painter who primarily practiced the finer, more respectable arts of relaxation and kindness. His quiet, nurturing disposition was a form of therapy to the weary, and the reassuring intonations of his gentle voice hypnotized entire generations of would-be illustrators into creating a million-dollar art supply store enterprise.

His PBS series The Joy of Painting duped viewers around the globe into believing they too could create impeccable rectangles of content suitable for framing in just under twenty-six minutes. For this reason, it's no wonder The Joy of Painting is the most recognized and studied art show in the history of television. Ross's light, experimental excursions through nature and beyond have thrived since 1983 on over 300 public television stations -- a phenomenal achievement for programs of this genre. Every thirty minutes, on a public TV station somewhere in the United States, Bob Ross is just starting (or just finishing up) another masterpiece.

The phrase "harmless international cult" certainly applies.

"We tell people sometimes: we're like drug dealers. We come into town and get everybody absolutely addicted to painting. It doesn't take much to get you addicted," Ross says while touching up the branches on a birch tree with Titanium White. He gestures toward a limb with his angled sponge brush: "That's where the crows will sit. We'll have to install an elevator to get 'em up there because they can't fly. They don't know that, but they still try."

Okay so I'm a dork

"The Coldplay Cunundrum"

A crush on Coldplay gone astray

I'm one of those people who finds bands that they really like and then gets pissy when they explode into explotative oblivion. If I have a T-shirt of the band, then I won't wear it for fear of looking like a band-wagoner. If they show up on MTV with a symphony orchestra - even worse...

That's where I'm at with Coldplay. Once revered as one of my top 5 bands; slightly put off by "Yellow" being on MTV... recovering briefly - only to have them come back with avengence and turn into the next Ricky Martin, only worse because they're being shamefully promoted by money hungry exectutives that turn around and peddle Jessica Simpson and the like at the same time. Ick.

I had an idle moment today and started using my super attention defecit power to surf cable for a minute. I stumbled upon this snippet on VH1 about how Coldplay was the kind of music that you put on for soft sex or the kind of music you listen to in a pair of Dockers. Man, I consider myself a little knowledgeable about music and I have shamelessly promoted the quality of their sound. Now all of a sudden I feel embarrassed & disappointed that they are everywhere.

To add insult to injury, I was thumbing through an issue of GQ at the salon and there was this write up about Coldplay being everywhere. I even secretly tore the page out so that I could bitch about it here. There are so many other things that matter that I could bitch about, but I'm busy at the moment!

The article started out with "How Cool is Coldplay?" Then it went on to say that they "used to be your little secret. But a couple of albums, a movie star wife and one Apple later, they belong to everyone. Including your mom ." You know what? My mom even likes them. Of course she is cool and smart, but that is beside the point. It's all of those other idiots out there that jump on the band wagon and like them for a minute while their hot. Leaving the real fans out there thinking that they don't want to be confused with the lemmings.

It went on to say that "It's hard to peg the exact moment when a band crosses the line separating mere popularity from supreme ubiquity. One minute they're just a band - making records, playing shows... The next they are everywhere." Later saying that "Many, many people will enjoy this album (X&Y) and flock to hear it played live, possibly wearing golf shirts and drinking caffeinated beer. You may choose to consider it uncool."

I know I'm not going to show up at all, let alone in dockers and a golf shirt! (Although I do have to admit that I have X & Y on order!) I suppose that you could make this same argument with almost any great band... But, the over saturation of most things inevitably leads to sinking ships. I don't want to see anyone fail, so why put the emphasis on a band that isn't failing?

I'm glad they have fat paychecks. Good for them, they deserve it, but keep the orchestra out of it. They're a rock band, damn it!!

Just Rambling

Gone two weeks and
I must say
I miss your brain;
if any way.

I like your thoughts and
the swatch of depth
that you add so freely
to the map

If I were you,
I wouldn't change.
Complexity is sexy,
you should know.

In ten years,
we could sit down
for tea
and
I could still be honest
because I know you'd understand.

Long standing connections
are good to have.
Don't mind me,
I'm just rambling...

but...
That sleeping bag
will always be waiting for you
in the shadows of my mind.

Gentle on My Mind ~ John Hartford

It's knowing that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it's knowing I'm not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the backroads
By the rivers of my mem'ry
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind

It's not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that binds me
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we fit together walking
It's just knowing that the world will not be cursing
Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find
That you are moving on the backroads
By the rivers of my mem'ry
And for hours you're just gentle on my mind

The Air Zoo in Kalamazoo, Michigan 

Shakin' a leg with Mr. Johnson

I watched the old truck lazily chug into the driveway with a dust cloud trailing behind. It was an old Burgundy Chevy with a little rust starting to sprawl accross the body. It looked salt bitten; no doubt the truck had seen many a Michigan winter... But it's summer now and as he turned off the ignition, the hot engine ticked as many times as the miles it had driven.

At the first glance, I could see that the bed of the truck was filled with what appeared to be yard sale purchases stuffed awkwardly among bales of straw. I could see a small table and a dog igloo among other things thrown haphazardly on top.

I tried not to stare at the gentleman that stepped out, but I couldn't help but notice the tall, slow moving figure that approached the garage. I said hello and went about my business folding the clothes that I was peddling in my garage sale. He wandered around the tables, finally pausing and picking up an antique meat grinder. He turned it over in his calloused dark hands.

I noticed that he was wearing faded bib-overalls with a flannel button up shirt (which seemed much too warm to be wearing on such a hot day) and a white cowboy hat with a royal blue band and a rather large matching Yankee Doodle feather stuffed in the side. He had black hair that was peppered with gray and a thick mustache.

I had been passing the time listening to a radio special featuring Delta Blues artists. When a tune by Robert Johnson came on, the kindly fellow looked up from the grinder in his hands and spoke up. The twang of a lingering southern accent started to peak out right away.

He said "Y'all don't have any tools here, but you sure have it right with the tunes you playin'. Makes me want to shake a leg!" With that he bent part way over and began to jokingly wiggle a knee. I said "Thanks, I'm a real music person!" He said "That's the way to be, I like you already! I want to see you shake a leg!"

With that, I shook my knee and laughed.

He said "Even though I didn't find nothin', your sale is my favorite of the day." And then he started to shuffle back to his old tired truck that was still ticking in the heat.

I cupped my hands around my mouth and yelled "Don't ever stop shaking a leg!" He stopped in his tracks and danced the jig right there in the drive way and then slid in behind the wheel and drove off.

A Sharpie Gone Wrong!

another dorky doodle. :)

The Moon-Woman Cuts the Circle

The Moon-Woman Cuts the Circle ~ Jackson Pollock

I love the composition of this piece. The colors are amazing and it is a treat to look at. It is probably one of my favorites. Sorry Paul (Klee), I've cheated on you!

Thanks to Laurent for his link to The Beat Museum page!

http://www.beatmuseum.org/

The Hills are Alive After All

Stuck in a cubicle
Like a fire fly in a jar
Peering out through the glass
Perched on a stick,
Longing for freedom.

It's Friday after all...
Isn't it time to be set free?
Will someone at least
Poke some holes
In the lid
Of my cell
That is screwed down tight
Over head?

Let some fresh air
Trickle in
And treat my nose
To the smell of
Cedar and honeysuckle.

Any smell other than
Stale, air conditioned
Office air will do just fine...

Wait, what's this?!
Someone should take it easy
On the Old Spice!
Don't you know
That it makes
My head ache?

Will some kind person
Please unscrew this lid?
Yes, that's it!
I will thank you
With my luninescence.

I missed the bus
But my wings
Can still carry
The weight of
The day

All of the way
To where ever
The sound of music
Is coming from.

The hills ARE alive, after all!

For All ~ Gary Snyder

Ah to be alive
on a mid-September morn
fording a stream
barefoot, pants rolled up,
holding boots, pack on,
sunshine, ice in the shallows,
northern rockies.

Rustle and shimmer of icy creek waters
stones turn underfoot,
small and hard as toes
cold nose dripping
singing inside
creek music, heart music,
smell of sun on gravel.

I pledge allegiance
I pledge allegiance to the soil
of Turtle Island,
and to the beings who there
on dwell
one ecosystem
in diversity
under the sun
With joyful interpenetration for all.

~Lin-Chi

When you meet a master
swordsman,
show him your sword.

When you meet a man who is
not a poet,
do not show him your poem.

two for you

One part brilliant,
Two parts flake...

One heart beating,
Two legs race.

One part cheeky,
Two parts blue...

One for me,
Two for you.