Photo Credits
Palau Bush Warbler by Margaret Sloan
Shark and Clown Fish by Jim Christensen
No equine ride into the town square this time, this is a different kind of victory,
The victory of a strong arm defying an increasingly heavier weight –
An increasingly weaker arm.
His head bends now as that of one bowed in thought.
After the battle rages, others will ride forth on their horses into the town square.
For now though, the surrounding clamors begin to ebb,
As if to regard a final moment of intimate thought.
This is a different kind of victory.
Is there an arrow of time if you don’t mind?
Sublimely I mind my time as it narrows.
Everyone does work to avoid entropy.
Yet if everyone did it, would it work?
δ
fn.
is a
base
grows
upward
many mps
while yet
falls away
but i stand
atop seeing
– righteously –
and how high i am
isnt determined
by the height of it
but by how far i see
A feeling had on chance occurrences meeting an attractive member of the opposite sex.
That moment before love collapses onto sad space time coordinates of life
That instant when I first looked upon your radiant face.
Trapped like a caged green bird
But what cage is it that surrounds me
Whose bars are made of the sadness of all things
Preventing to spread light angel wings.
Sorry little bird, you can’t fly free.
If I cannot fly free then I will sing the song of the zen flute bird,
Seldom known for seldom heard
Until the cage, the bars, and the wings
Fade away like soft sea foam.
Do sad things happen to jelly fish?
Or am I just a tissue?
I wish I knew
It don’t matter though
There’s no way to really ever know
I would weep but it is too much for the tears to keep
I would cry but it is all over in the blink of an eye
