Monthly Archives: May 2016

Straight Up

a rhythm & a rhyme to dig out of the mind
to find a sense of the bind, a well structured seal in the chaos of time
the way oz unfolds, the way a story’s told so it sounds different the next time you get around to it
the way a story’s written
the way the pistons are hitting *just right* to get us where we’re going
O but now & then the engine is groaning
just the pains of growing

rearrange the frames of owing & owning
we’re in a zone of knowing new world’s – oceans deep, where you are when you sleep
“Oh, I’m in bed”
“Oh, but what about the adventures that go on inside your head?”
time to wake up, wake up
it’s a shake up, shake up,
word is bond world is 1 and that’s straight up, straight up

Aging and the Passing of Generations

Our human populous as the sea,
waves of time bring us through ups and downs
The fine matter contained within our ethereal, watery selves is transported
Each wave, as with each generation, moves toward the shore
‘Tis a journey of a lifetime
Eventually washing up its matter to dry in the Sun on the sand
With its watery self sinking and returning back to the ocean as undercurrent, in the darkness,
eclipsed by the younger generations, which trail behind those waves leading the way,
moving onward

Little Pieces So Wholly : Friction

It’s in the little moments

It’s in the grand schemes

In galaxies, as well as the life story of each sand grain,

It drives some insane, it keeps some in their lane, it leads some to abstain

Me? I’m learning to let it be


It’s in the finest times of my life

It’s in my biggest picture, and in every plot in between

I garden with it, I eat with it

I love the space it makes, I hate the spaces it makes

I am of the spaces it makes, and I’ll make a space too


“LIVE” it says, “I am on my way…”



Santa Muerte Blanca



Learning to Love Twilight: Ode to Death, Arisen with a feeling to decay distress

What a peaceful time with μ & place
And in that space in time, I find I’m faced with death
O the irony, iron me rusting ever more
For in the lightest times, in twilight’s color
A piece of all peaces – stillness, twinkle, and other
Sensations indescribable, unfathomable, yet bare and real
In the greatest of times in life, one faces the time of death. One wishes to capture a moment, for rapture, to ever last her
As one tries to record the minutes, the moments only move faster
Until it shatters
So be still
In accepting the time of death, the time of life is set free
No need to hang on to you and to me
Be and let be, see where one will go
It’s like water my dear friend, you must drink, and let it flow
~ cr0

Love what grows

A professor of mine, let’s call him Professor S teaching ecological restoration, emphasized connection to place and the power of love. That lesson dawned on me today as I thought about the love I felt for a parcel of woods my family and I recently invested in. I considered how my love for the place drew me to work with it, enjoy it, improve it. When we conventionally consider ‘improving’ land, we’re talking about turning the natural environment into the build environment. As I considered this, I realized a lesson that applies far wider than my situation: love what grows.

To improve the parcel, I could buy bricks and bring tools. Or, I could use what grows on site to satisfy my necessities. The trees which provide wood also provide so many other goods – tangible and abstract benefits to both me, the place itself, and the surrounding environment. Continue reading →