we live in glass houses

late summer repose

sitting with my master

savory sips

pause

individuality

into the iris

parasols of the insect world

unending light , enter the ocean of my conscience

cardinal sin

namaste

God in me recognizes God in you.

emerge

spring's big bang

kansas countryside

shelter & sheltered are one

muir woods, san francisco

"Look, and it can't be seen.
Listen, and it can't be heard.
Reach, and it can't be grasped.

Above, it isn't bright.
Below, it isn't dark.
Seamless, unnamable,
it returns to the realm of nothing.
Form that includes all forms,
image without an image,
subtle, beyond all conception.

Approach it and there is no beginning;
follow it and there is no end.
You can't know it, but you can be it,
at ease in your own life.
Just realize where you come from:
this is the essence of wisdom."

~tao te ching [14]

copious offspring, waiting for wind's breath

creation's tilak

Tilak indicates the point at which the spiritual eye opens.

"I am the one non-dual Brahman free from all duality. May my eye
of intuition open soon."

mutual intrigue

this is not a weed; it's a flower, AND.....

....in fact, it's edible! take a closer look at these beauties sometime - see the insect world appreciating them, which we need more than we know, and enjoy them while they're around [you know, after a few mowings each spring, they pretty much stop coming up in such numbers - "honey, i mulched the dinner"].

click here to google some recipes, or try these pages to go directly to one:

http://www.mariquita.com/recipes/dandelion.html

http://frenchfood.about.com/od/vegetablessidedishes/r/dandsaute.htm



another groovy idea is to look for books focusing on edible wild plants. you'll be amazed as well as amaze your guests when they actually dig - what you dug!

flying insect hangars

purple passion

journal entry: april 5, 2006 thunderstorm symphony #4

waiting for the rain.

in typical rhythmic random style, the drops begin falling only sparse and spare, an orchestra warming up before the symphony. all begin taking their places in the pit; the occasional augural drops hinting at imminent deluge. wistful virginal moans of brass, wood, and strings, all finding their breath and the right notes - tuning in, settling upon my soul, preparing me for the show. not many, just a taste.

then a short pause - only a few moments - the tweaking of knobs, dialing in adjustments; more clouds building.

another breath, deeper than the first, and again to the lips, hands, bellies go the instruments, ever-building crescendo teasing my bristling senses.

more rain, stronger than the initial drizzle; not yet the full pounding symphony i await, yet certainly as important. can the perfect show exist without practice – and is practice not perfect within itself? i watch and listen in earnest. inspiration building, tempting my spirit to plunge in, join the drops from earth to clouds to earth. the beautiful cyclical song, made and played in unison. tempo increasing, sounds beginning to meld together to form familiar, calming patterns which ease my longing to certain point and measure.

then, again, silence. delicate mixture of the frustration of impatience and the peace of knowing what is to come.

a bit more tuning, only minor adjustments are necessary now.

then – finally – in walks the conductor, striding bright and tall, full of pomp and grace like none other. all the wisdom, innocence, and bliss of the universe in a single lightning strike – the maestro bowing to greet the audience.

solid, unyielding rain.

perfectly tuned, infinitely powerful symphony brought to life by the simple eternal boom of thunder.


earth and i are wetted to the core – soak us, mystery of the heavens!
let it rain – open, sky, and whisper to me your obscure secrets;
i will quietly listen, and i will only tell if you lend me a voice.
but always, let me hear first, and understand to the fullest before i speak for you.


the puddle is full. my face is mirrored in her glassy surface; yet simultaneously, easily i see all depth and space within the mere. colours most vivid, glare and uncertainty removed - purity in all, revealed when saturated with rain. oh, glorious rain!

clouds envelop my reflected outline, blending with dampened tresses, encompassing me to the point i no longer recognize where sky ends and i begin. as i sit and watch for hours on end, expectedly, cyclically, the erstwhile overcast sky begins to clear, the pool empties – some into the earth, the sky, plants, or thirsting beast passing nigh; the rest splashed on my face and hoisted to my parched mouth to quench ravenous thirst, revive, send me high. now i sit refreshed, renewed, drying – bidding adieu to the passing band of clouds, and awaiting the jazz of the sun.

tomorrow's forecast: more music, rain or shine.

where two or more are gathered

never ceases to make me chuckle

hi there - need some more cat food?

light on light

blending in: sometimes a good idea

two for real

romance

pleasantville

delicate composure

panning out

time for a little stretch - been doing a lot of macro shots lately. to step it out a bit, here are a couple digital sunsets for you. truth be told, it's still pretty zoomed in considering the size of the universe. ;)

that should do it on the nuts for now, fatty

or, as one of my friends might say, "draw."

by the way

i think this always, but haven't written it: thank you to those who have commented about the shots and such, as well as to those who simply enjoy them without commenting. the wonder of it all is what it's all about; i send all your encouragements and praise straight in/out/under/through/betwixt to the universal creator that makes it all possible - it's like a cosmic prayer and you didn't even have to pay anything! makes me smile when a snapshot of all this wondrous stuff gets you all jazzed up.

a couple of you have asked along the way about what camera i use - it's an hp850 with a couple lens attachments i was able to find for it for better macros and such. cameras - one of a few friggin' worldly attachments i'm finding difficult to surrender. ;)

just a reminder - if you haven't been to the site at all or for quite some time, hit some of the older pages, too; they're ripe and tasty! enjoy, and thank you on behalf of [insert your name for GOD here].

walt whitman

i feel so spoken to, by something, something myterious and great, out of the mouth and fingertips of another man. how odd, how invigorating. how uncle walt! here are a few quotes he wouldn't mind me sharing.



"I celebrate myself, and what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease... observing a spear of summer grass."

"I say to mankind, Be not curious about God. For I, who am curious about each, am not curious about God - I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least."

"Let that which stood in front go behind, let that which was behind advance to the front, let bigots, fools, unclean persons, offer new propositions, let the old propositions be postponed."

"Nothing can happen more beautiful than death."

"Re-examine all that you have been told... dismiss that which insults your soul."

"You must not know too much or be too precise or scientific about birds and trees and flowers and watercraft; a certain free-margin, and even vagueness - ignorance, credulity - helps your enjoyment of these things."

what's mine that is not mine - i claim thee.

"closer, hold me closer" they together uttered;
then as soft parting proclaimed my heart won,
wet, wanton, wanting nothing more, i claimed thee;
that which is mine that is not mine.

kingdom come

good day, universe - here's what's making news: peacefield's first flowers are germinating! in the photo are two rudbekia "irish spring" little duders popping off their shells, one of around 75 varieties of specialty cut flowers jen and i are enjoying preparing to grow. one of my teachers tells me the universe wants to say "yes", yea to all. my hope is that my "yea" be not selfish, thus making a "nay"....i think, anyway. ;)

well, perhaps we'll write and shoot more about peacefield another day.

for now, let us know if you have things to say (or here as a comment is also o.k.)! heh, that was a good time.


um, is rhyming passé?