seams

"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream." - Edgar Allan Poe

Just think how dark the world used to seem.
People were far less mobile; the spaces far more unknown.
Think about how scary the outside would be if we didn't have streetlights and flashlights and kitchenlights and porchlights. Would we venture out?
It must have felt very dangerous to be alone. To be removed.
Now, we can travel 24 hours a day - we can sleep with a nightlight - we can avoid the feeling of being plunged into darkness (if desired).



Today (it seems) the world is seamlessly aglow.

dollars and sense

Show me the line
The dollar sign
The one with no amount
My worth must be
The finest print
Too small (or great) to count
Love could pave
My way, my step
One brick can make a road
But happiness
Is measured how?
In dollars, sense, or gold?
I can't deny
The fear, the doubt
Still, I cannot place the blame
Inside, it seems
My love amounts
To a willingness, a claim

life support

"Time weighs down on you like an old, ambiguous dream. You keep on moving, trying to slip through it. But even if you go to the ends of the earth, you won't be able to escape it. Still, you have to go there - to the edge of the world. There's something you can't do unless you get there." ~H. Murakami

Kabekona Lake. It feels like the edge, the end. I will always come back to that place: for the view, for the peace of mind, for the feeling of ground beneath my feet.



And for the trees:

"Old Bruce"

How impressive, Old Bruce
Your spread of
Knobby knuckle roots
And gnarly, troll-nosed bark
How old, how tall,
How wise must you be?
Your arms sag
And your back curves gently
Beneath your piney beard
How you must love to
Cast your shadow on this ground
And breathe in the ageless
Life support
Of sun and soil