The Path of No Path

Keep Hold Stand In the heart of the Keep Hold close those that you love Stand firm with those Unable to stand alone. Keep Hold Stand Keep the connection from the past Holding hands we bring Each other into this moment; As you stand with us We stand with you. Keep Hold Stand Keep the fire bright Hold the bell sound in your heart Stand tall for all is within you. Keep Hold Stand Keep to the calm Be the center of the henge Hold fast to the wisdom of the stones Stand. For you are sacred Keep Hold Stand Keep to the journey You hold the infinite in you hand. Stand fast, behold the coming change. Keep Hold Stand

The myst.   Perhaps the myst that surrounds us is our friend.   A brilliant creation of our own making. Traveling with us, in each and every moment.   Stalwart yet tender. Sensitive and tenacious.   Brightly colored. Chosen with love and care. Wrapping paper. Not obscuring, nor obfuscating.   Heightening each moment of discovery.   Accentuating this joyful precipice.   As we unravel the mystery.   The love, that we already are.

Leaves guided to earth Fall breeze brings colorful paint Who will count them all

Each day I get closer to knowing nothing at all. There is wonder there. Beautiful. Gentle. Like really good home made meat loaf and macaroni and cheese. No knowledge required. Just eat. Enjoy. Go back for seconds.

Boxcars bang louder Cold air making metal sing Bells of industry The rabbits ignore it all Smart rabbits

Starlight crisscrossing Delicate paths guide my mind Slugs march joyfully

To every thing there is a season, to every thing there is a purpose, … Just in the last minute at least an acre of rainforest has been destroyed. Are we certain, so damn cock sure of ourselves that in that acre of intense diverse life lived not the cure for AIDS, or Diabetes or Breast Cancer? Perhaps it matters not; it is forever lost to us. Just in the last minute at least one young person’s life has been destroyed. Are we certain so damn cock sure of ourselves that in this youth, of intense diverse life lived not the cure for AIDS, or Diabetes or Breast Cancer? Perhaps it matters not; that child is forever lost to us. How many deaths will it take till we know, That too many people have died. It matters to me.

Ideas evolve. Life evolves. No ideas are sacred, however, all life is sacred.

Soft Moonlight Silver Curves Touching you Caressing Lips Exploring Sweet Textures Our Fullness Waves Crashing Silence Breathing Again?

Raven's Highway Slender raven walks Bright ebony wings gleaming Fall feels more like spring - Posted from Bilbo the iPhone

Pausing, the rain waits Movements from a symphony New opus each night - Posted from Bilbo the iPhone

To every thing there is a season, to every thing there is a purpose, … Just in the last minute at least an acre of rainforest has been  destroyed. Are we certain, so damn cock sure of ourselves that in that acre of intense diverse life lived not the cure for AIDS, or Diabetes or Breast Cancer? Perhaps it matters not; it is forever lost to us. Just in the last minute at least one young person’s life has been  destroyed. Are we certain so damn cock sure of ourselves that in this youth, of intense diverse life lived not the cure for AIDS, or Diabetes or Breast Cancer? Perhaps it matters not; that child is forever lost to us. How many deaths will it take till we know, That too many people have died. It matters to me.

The myst. Perhaps the myst that surrounds us is our friend. A brilliant creation of our own making. Traveling with us, in each and every moment. Stalwart yet tender. Sensitive and tenacious. Brightly colored. Chosen with love and care. Wrapping paper. Not obscuring, nor obfuscating. Heightening each moment of discovery. Accentuating this joyful precipice. As we unravel the mystery. The love, that we already are. ~ An iPad message: be | a curmudgeon Location: NE 152nd Ave,Portland,United States