just my imagination running away with me
i feel like i will live forever. i am not looking for or anticipating the end. i think i will just keep listening to the music of the clouds and pick a few stars from the sky for dinner later on…
at the waterfall
the pace of my life
not dark yet but its getting there
the way has no future. just this path is all i have. one long walking meditation i guess.
at the bus stop
just me a cat and an old woman
kind words from a mentor. its the things that dont cost that have the most value.
writing a haibun
call this a senryu
locked tight in the universe
the best experience in the world is when you think yourself right into a tight corner and then blow right through the walls. freedom is afterall only an experience and you can have it at will once you learn the trick. it cant be given to others and it cant be stolen from you once you have it. it is your original self.
a day lily
to a bee
non sequitur as art
sometimes you are just sitting there listening to dry conversation. if you want it to change course just do what I do. say something totally and entirely off point. whatever happens next will be better for everyone even if the others just ask you to leave. i have data on this that proves my theory completely.
the sound of a frog
ghost in the shell
looking over my life there is a peaceful disorder to it all. done a lot. been a lot of places. met a lot of people. in all the activity i have found nothing missing. if i have a secret it is that i didnt expect anything. one time i quit my job. a well paying one too. i took a month off and just flew and drove around to see friends. it is a memory without context which is the best kind. it is too bad that i cannot share this memory with all of you.
just a new moon
late night jazz
when i was in college in the sixties in east lansing michigan there was a late night jazz show on one of the local fm stations. the dj always began his show with the words ‘this is rockwell and these are records’. one night my roommates had all gone home for christmas and i stayed behind to watch a peaceful snowfall blanket and shut down the city. there were three rooms on the second floor of the old house and the landlady was a sweet old southern bell in her eighties. her husband had been an engineering professor and had died years earlier and she had taught in the art department and now rented out rooms to lazy hippies. she did not hear that well so we enjoyed the music of the day as loud as we wanted.
not quite alone that night with ‘rockwell’ and his ‘records’. but he was teaching me jazz and a new ramsey lewis trio album was out. i had ‘borrowed’ my roommates stereo (which he never let us use) and cranked up the sound. they were playing a beatles song and suddenly the music stopped. and ‘rockwell’ told me to listen hard and check out the way this trio played into each other. my god. they were handing off the riffs to one another while they played right on with their own. amazing……..
wonderful when you can be in tune with another that way isnt it. to this day it makes me smile to remember that snowy night.
a hard days night
catching my breath
on a g string