Mixed Blessing

space fantasy. starDon’t try and tell me
I’ve not seen ~
The things I’ve seen ~

The splendor and the joy ~
The soul deep Love
Of the Universe ~
And all that it contains ~

Peace beyond telling ~
Always familiar
Though never the same ~

A homecoming
If you will ~
Or a becoming
Of oneself again ~
As all illusions
Fade away ~

All this within my grasp
Then I was torn away ~
Brought back to life
And I was very grateful ~

But part of me yearns
Ever toward the Light ~
The unattained
Destination ~
The object of
My soul’s desire ~

Someday ~

What Makes Me Happy

670px-Decorate-a-Window-With-Christmas-Tree-Lights-Step-1Miniature colored lights
Pick out the windows
And the doorways
Of my apartment
It’s mid-September
And they’ve been
Up all year

They make me happy
And they make
My friends smile
They blur the hard
And unforgiving
Edges of my day

So I don’t care if
It’s naïve and
Unsophisticated
It lifts my heart and
Warms my inner child

But Not Forgotten

woman-sleeping5904.jpg dreaming womanIn my dream
I hear a baby crying ~
Then the soothing
Sound of a lullaby ~

And somehow I know
That I am dreaming ~
I am the crying babe
And the singer my mother ~

This is the dream
I asked her for ~
On the eighth anniversary
Of her graduation ~
From this world
Into the next ~

And now that I know ~
I can feel her
Arms around me ~
Feel the strength
Of her love
Once more ~

And even in my dream
I am so happy ~

A Trace of Blue

flat,550x550,075,f.u1.jpg blue jaySunlight strikes
The Blue Jay’s wings
Flashing shards of
Brilliant blue

Shamelessly flaunting
His sheer perfection
He lights on a branch
Of a nearby tree
Sings a few notes
Then disappears

Leaving in his
Departing wake
A subtle trace of blue
Upon the morning air

An Electrifying Experience

slide_4406_64270_large.jpg Hiroshi Sugimoto courtesy Fraenkel Gallery San Francisco

This photo invokes images of such freedom, abandon, passion and joy! It radiates exaltation in the pure state of being. This is one of a series of studies of lightning, and in some of them the tone is one of darkness, relieved but not brightened by, more tentative spears of light. The one that graces this article makes me think of a flower, transparent and intricate, offering its beauty and mystery with the innocence of an angel. And there is one that looks like a fairy, summoning a star. What must it be like to stand in the heart of the flame and embrace the impossible? See what dreams have been sparked, merely gazing into these portraits of light?

It reminds me that many years ago I was discussing electricity with a friend, a very intelligent man whose intellect I respected. He told me then that even the best of scientists have only a limited knowledge of how electricity works. Much is known of its properties and their effects, but as far as a nuts-and-bolts understanding of the way it actually works, they’re pretty much still in the dark, as it were.

Another paradox! Or is it merely a riddle? How can creatures made up of tiny whirling bits of light ever be in the dark? So many tantalizing questions, so many answers there for the searching out. In defense of the computer, at least no one need be bored any more, when whole new worlds beckon from every portal. That’s where I found these lovely photos (http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/01/30/images-of-electricity-pho_n_442631.htmlI), which I am pleased to share with you.

(This article was originally published on 1/30/2010.)

Sing Freedom

645185-bigthumbnail.jpg songbirdPoor little songbird ~
Look what they’ve
Done to you ~
Captured and
Caged you and
Broken your heart ~

Quickly now
I’m here to save you ~
Free you and
Fly with you
Into the night ~

Then I shall punish
Those who enslaved you ~
They shall know torment
Until they repent ~

This world was yours
Long ere it was ours ~
And in the end it
May be yours again ~

If that is so ~
I pray that you
Grant us more mercy ~
Than we showed
To you ~

So soar little songbird
Into the boundless sky ~
And sing your joyous
Freedom song again ~

(I have just learned of Robin Williams death, and I am devastated. Fly free, Robin, I dedicate this to you. You will be sorely missed.)

Charlotte (Snooki) Brontë Ditches Rehab Again

Melody J Haislip:

This is my most popular article, which has always puzzled me I hope Charlotte (Snooki) Brontë will forgive the liberties I have taken with her personal story..

Originally posted on Pacificmelody's Blog:

Apparently even famous writers are susceptible to the whims of fame.

Caught between trips to rehab.

Wednesday, February 2, 1840. This just in: Paparazzi, who have been staking out the Elizabeth Fordyce Clinic for Troublesome Young Women in the hope of catching a glimpse of Snooki Brontë, were rewarded by the sight of a cloaked and hooded figure being ushered away from the clinic by her publisher. Since this is in direct violation of the judge’s orders, her freedom can probably be counted in hours. It is expected that Snooki will make the most of her time on the loose. The trip from the front door of the facility to her carriage was marred by several stumbles, but she recovered and was able to make it up the steps with the aid of her maid, who had accompanied her into rehab.

Friends, who had arranged an intervention for Snooki and pleaded with her…

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