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Thursday, April 29, 2010

Time, Useless Time

Oh if it were so! Large, falling chunks of time, spilling into the spaces of humanity, wasted.
Even smaller, tiny slivers of time, tinkling in richness of feeling and sound, drift quietly, ignored . The boisterous clamoring of wasted time invites us, seduces us to pay attention-like spoiled petulant children, feet stomping, wailing, gimmee-gimmee-I want, can't help but look at the wreckage -kind of time..
Adding the hours-thousands, no perhaps millions of people hours added together, feeding off the carcass of wasted time.
Perhaps it isn't wasted. Perhaps time is meant to be wasted on nothingness-like twinkies-empty on the inside with a scant touch of sugar to fool the mind.

Sweet time, time rushing into eternity, time lost only by regrets yet treasured and rewarded with sweet moments,
that time lives as well,
lightly,
honeyed moments
quietly,
without fanfare,
without media
feathered by thoughtfulness
tasted in awareness.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Lest we Point Fingers

Cheatin seems to be in vogue this season.
In fact, whole families seem to be "condonin" it lately. Act like freedom comes from being dishonest to someone near and dear for years-now useless to the "newfound individual".
Yep, Christianity has come a long ways these past twenty years. All those church goin, prayerful people, asking for forgiveness after tearing hearts out.
umm hmm umm hmm

When The Angry Fuel Anger with More Angry

I glance at the news and try to avoid a full on confrontation with the details. Tired of wincing from the pain of the stupidity, ignorance and anger, avoidance has become my coping mechanism.
If ignorance is bliss, perhaps I ought to try more of it.
Being responsible, feeling responsible and acting responsible seems to be the mantra of the angry-yet how responsible can one be when irrationality leads the argument?

Yeah. I'm getting old. Not diaper old but old enough to have lived the cycles and recognize the craziness of this one.

Did you know the desert flowers are in bloom?

ummhmmm-as the old ladies comment.
ummhmm  ummhmm