My little bloggie camera pics.
Now this is the result of a life of partying.
Tumacacori AZ near Tubac AZ
Were it the nature of the moon
to drop red into our eyes
see your fertile eternity
amidst this fracturing of truth
sweetened into colors too deep to drink
so far away next to memory
There are these steady things
balanced between earth and orb
tidal needs ebbing and flowing
starlight running out into chaos
and found living on earth
nothing truly cut out;
all that was
All that will be
Your constant of change
following these same clouds shapes
same shallow grass
dry as tomorrow
our Absolute of Love
complete in its missing pieces
longing around fulfillment
Trees inhabit horizons
others broken down
weeping as rain
worms and beetles
purchase a new world
in shades of forgiveness
and approach of winter
The end of a day
near Summer Solstice
burning sky moved northward
nearly passing western mountains
It is relative
on an eternal edge
of One Reason
expressed upon continuums
Wondering on a star
here most near
I do not need an I-phone or anything like it.
Never had nor required a new car, so forget about it.
I have no need for computer games. No thanks.
Not wanting any wine, beer or other liquor. Sorry.
Please, no sport tickets or any pop performers. Thanks.
I will not be Tweeting, so not wanting any of those.
Not text messaging as well, and I’m glad for that.
But if anyone would like to give me WordPress gifts, I’d take them like a greedy blank.
I did give myself a new little canon camera which I took this moon shot from tonight.
We’re getting ready right now to see old Christmas Shows we see every year.
It looks like I can tweet or type right here on WordPress! Who knew?
Have some Happy Holidays you all.
A fingernail moon
Drifts across December’s sky
Gone is the overwhelming sun
Its dream a reflection
Here shines an edge of moons day
Christmas shoppers think;
Who needs what?
What will mean the right thing?
Will light shine from this gift?
How much can I afford?
When will enough be enough?
Out seeking abundance for someone else
It may seem easier to spend
Than on ourselves
The thoughts are prescient
Stores filled with seekers
The internet slow as snowfall
A moon never turning
Ideas of lack and meaning
Mix with anticipation and giving
This moon will set as always
Its travels over and around your earth
Covering all who look above
There you are in infinite sky
Or are you in us
Not eclipsed by buying
Undaunted by wishing
Clear and conscious if seen
Circling in rendezvous reception;
Upon introspection and extrapolation
From inside out
From all about and around our lives
Air passing through these hands
Between eyes and moon
Touched only by Presence
That missing side of heaven
Silently shining with you
Amidst the dark side
And wonderment does grow
Waxing in its void filled manger;
Who darkened Christmas?
A child beckoning to civilization, now object
Who made birth into a material show and tell
Not one of Spirit free and unadorned?
Here an eternal child emerges
Each day facing us certain as this moon
We see or do not see much of this consistency
Know when to look toward eternity
Born for the reasons of Love
Naked in a manger
Honest with Light
In the dark of cold night.