Merry Christmas Happy New Yearrr! Sing Along!

My little bloggie camera pics.

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Now this is the result of a life of partying.

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Tumacacori AZ  near Tubac AZ

 

Nature Of Light Falling

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Came Bearing Gifts Of Uncertainty

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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

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There are these steady things

balanced between earth and orb

tidal needs ebbing and flowing

starlight running out into chaos

Perfect

and found living on earth

nothing truly cut out;

all that was

and is

Yes

that too

All that will be

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Your constant of change

following these same clouds shapes

identical wind

as yesterday

same shallow grass

dry as tomorrow

our Absolute of Love

complete in its missing pieces

longing around fulfillment

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Trees inhabit horizons

arms raised

others broken down

weeping as rain

worms and beetles

purchase a new world

in shades of forgiveness

and approach of winter

 

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One Of The New Cats

This cat is wondering what I am about,

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I  had to post something in case I was not around the computer for a while again.

Anyway

This is one of the cats found in our garage which we are taking care of.

The plan is to neuter them and reintroduce some of them into the wild again.

Longest Light

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The end of a day

near Summer Solstice

burning sky moved northward

nearly passing western mountains

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It is relative

like Truth

like Position

on an eternal edge

of One Reason

expressed upon continuums

unfolding constant

Revelation

as looking

as dreaming…

Wondering on a star

here most near

yet far

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America Falling Through The Memory Hole

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America Falling Through The Memory Hole

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Last night, Christmas night, there was much dog barking at what seemed like quite regular intervals, of approx 10 min spans.  This had the feel of those times the “illegals” come by our neighborhood; when the Border Patrol seems absent.  For some time I was aware of this holiday window or opening.

It was once full moons that were favored for borderland last step migration.  Now oddly it seems new moons, but holidays were the next most noticeable time.  Sunday nights were running times as well.  These may be kinds of holes folks can fall through into America; seemingly unnoticed openings.

{Dec 25 2009 ice crystal}

This post is about other falling through’s as well; each Americans own story, own history, where yours and my narratives are scripted empirically before us, sometimes in a silence of selfhood, where important to us occasions and events might go on unnoticed by those others in or around the world. Where does what matters begin or end in your consciousness?

We see a phenomenal world, an astounding sunset, a different surprising occurence or achievement, even the most mundane thing can suddenly bloom into ravenous reflection if we look deep into the life right in front and around us.  Yet sharing these joys are another matter.  Who wants to hear everything of our lives? Who truly knows who you are, when you may have unanswered questions yourself of what you have been and where you are running, walking or falling to?

For those of us a bit more alienated at times in our lives; the idea of our story, may be written down as if right to another’s face for posterity. They are in our hearts as we speak; for family in some other state, or a future one of our own, but what if these waiting for connections to be never materialize?

Stories are taped, digitized, rendering a kind of documented experience toward a future goal.  One’s intention which may or may not exist one day. Our self narration, then, takes on shadows of existential attraction and void in search of that other shore.

I had taped exciting thunderstorms in Tucson with my nephews and niece in mind. I wanted to share my excitement and lifelong interest in the weather.  I narrated the scenes through the house; from front door to back.  Hail, continuous lightning, driving rain, street and wash flooding were gleefully recorded. I tried to capture the storms impressiveness, its extreme of nature. It was in a way, a way of saying; my life is exciting at times with these interest.

Construction projects at home and work, flower gardens at home; I thought family was the audience besides my partner then, who did not seem all to excited about some of my interest.  She had her own.  So the receptacle I created for the interest expression identified with me were my family.  I presumed they would be interested, but they seemed to be; not so much.

In effect then, I had projected something of my life into a theoretical vessel which now seemed open at the bottom.  Tapes of these exist, most of which I have never watched myself. Their future may be a dumpster when I die. Some aspect of my life fell through my erroneous expectation, a hole of projection, only me noticing as what I thought was significant went by with all its thrill and inspiration seemingly just mine.  Here, the Internet came along, and now with self publishing another vessel appeared, but of unknown dimension and use.  A new opening seemed to be the world itself.

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I this digital age, residuals of a life may be left behind, but who will be seeking them?  This is a great unknown, but I believe it will be of use for any who wish to recreate what it was like in a period.  Never has so much of so many been available to reconstruct the Zeitgeist and persona of a period as has now been made possible and available. I am always interested in other cultures and times of humanity’s and earths past, as I expect someone might will someday wonder into your residual self stored on molecular artifacts and see a bit of gold.

The hole Americans such as I, and perhaps the modern worlds citizens as well, may fall into, is a virtual world of our individual and collective narrative. Two years of blogging now has shown me that people are much more interested overall, from my blog experience, in popular culture and events, and not particularly cultural/political/psychological analysis, my poetry and writing, or otherwise my outlook on the world.  Just a few do.

Mid-afternoon Christmas moon

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Luckily, the intrinsic value of a human being is not actually in their popularity, but the honor and integrity in which their life is dedicated to their ideals as they flow into the practical world.

Do I examine my life or just keep my head down in “the flow”?  The flow can be a peaceful place to be immersed in, few if any questions, or an ideology or theology handed over by the experts to direct my life.  The flow can also keep one submerge so long they are drowned in it; no longer knowing the dimensions of their true self.  Am I rely what I am told I am?  What do I know of my inside and its pure and valid relationship with everything else, not just the stream I am in?

These seem to be the kinds of thoughts that fall through the Internet’s holes.   Where they land, if they land, statistics do not necessarily know.  I have trust and faith in my passion for Truth; that I must challenge my confidence most, and look to myself for my criticisms of others. For a while at least, I also have some blog space remaining to put up the visuals of the world around me.

My life experiences a wonderous reality; one challenged profoundly by ignorance and perhaps equally by its corollary of context poor knowledge.  It appears essential to question who we are and where we are going.  Are my doings sustainable or is my posterity one in which my actions are the ones that seal earths and humanity’s fate?

One thing is certain.  To not question will have the effect of not caring. What one person does is not irrelevant. It is all humanity ever is; the cumulative effects of what one person does.

This is said near the end of 2009

Yesterdays photo; The cat and the Christmas tree.

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What I Don’t Need For Christmas

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Christmas No Wish List

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I do not need an I-phone or anything like it.

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Never had nor required a new car, so forget about it.

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I have no need for computer games.  No thanks.

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Not wanting any wine, beer or other liquor. Sorry.

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Please, no sport tickets or any pop performers. Thanks.

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I will not be Tweeting, so not wanting any of those.

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Not text messaging as well, and I’m glad for that.

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But if anyone would like to give me WordPress gifts, I’d take them like a greedy blank.

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But I will give you The Moon this Christmas Eve

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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.

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A Dark Side Of The Moon Christmas Reflection

The Edge Of Reason

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A fingernail moon

Drifts across December’s sky

Gone is the overwhelming sun

Its dream a reflection

Here shines an edge of moons day

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Here below

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?

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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

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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

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Heaven

There you are in infinite sky

Or are you in us

Still infinite?

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

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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

Of wanting

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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?

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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.

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{Photo Of Dec 18 2009 Moon}

Christmas Lights : Starting In Summer?

-The video below demonstrates what a lot of folks go through to create their displays each year.  Photo below are some lights in Texas Dec, 2009

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In this video you may notice the summer attire.  Christmas decorating could be an all year event if thee folks all any more.

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New World : Where Dreams Transgress Into Being

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—New – World—

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Sitting pristine, quiet in repose

Hovering above a vacuum of possibility

Nothing becoming everything; Look!

New chances to see, become, to be

Vision leaves its shadowed cause

If only, is now, Why not?

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Reflection upon intention

Water permeates around then inside

One thing leading into another

We decide where to jump in

Why to climb up or down

When to walk around

From that old world

To the new-

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Cottonwood Fall : December In Arizona

-This tree is about 6-7 feet in diameter at chest height.

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West Texas Snow And Road Scenes From 2009

Thanksgiving road trip views.

West Texas Wonders

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Texas Eye :Thanksgiving Time Photo’s

Here’s looken at ya.

-Heavy metal view in West Texas

-Roadside Stratta

-Texas Longhorn Ostrich Onions —-from the commissary

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