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Morning walk: 3C/37F, a fast walk, we were all alone, walking down that path to the lagoon; no ducks or geese squawking, traffic noise disturbing all thought but that dark sky on the verge of drizzle held it down; Gusta came back ravenous, far more inspired than I.
‘The very existence of flame-throwers proves that some time, somewhere, someone said to themselves, you know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I’m just not close enough to get the job done.’ – George Carlin
This heady rush, of spring, when easily I am carried by the moment, like a stream headlong across the landscape, putting pressure on, and often washing aside everything in my path – an eroded remains of crooked paths and new information revealed.
This landscape of life’s rocky land and has many obstacles, but I felt momentum starting; give me fact, give me truth – not the smoothed truth, but deliver real landscape sightings, eroded in relief so I can clearly see, like a deer on a ridge grazing in evening light.
There is no remedy for this but to keep on, crashing on rocks and slowing down, at that calmer point, between the swift current and motionless shore. Reality, today’s facts and my own natural landscape do not easily provide for my needs – for my fantasy, dreams and imagination needs.
Then lightning struck, last night’s date involved superb food, good company, stimulating conversation, deep revelations and serious talk; as well, there were steady gazes from hungry eyes, tight arm locks and electric hand holding, like watching a burgeoning volcanic eruption of emotion – two lovers oblivious to all who watched …. but, alas, it wasn’t us – but an awesome couple making a spectacle just two tables over, they’ll surely have a ‘next date’; my new friend, and I, will not, but that’s not so bad, because lightning struck there, last night, just two tables away . .(we should have had what they were having!)
OVER THERE
I’ve come close you know,
to having it all, you know
in the palm of my hand,
great joy and great love.
The best of life is living it long
the most of life, is tasting deep
The joy of life is knowing wild
times will never, be tame times.
The sweetest time of life, not
to be wasted, away or alone.
Imagine that feeling, feel that joy
over there, just two tables away.
In that café, in my mind I saw such
a spectacle of love and joy playing;
over there, on fire.
Mark Kolke
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March 25 – IT IS TRUE – I agree completely. Even if I didn’t, it is nourishment for the mind. JW-Cochrane/Calgary, Ab
March 25 – IT IS TRUE – I still think of her quite often. Mostly when I'm in the kitchen baking. No matter what else, she was a great grandmother! :), CK,
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