On break by the river, and witnessed a Robin searching through mulch, either for food, and/or for nesting material. It looked at me, and I said, “Hello dear Robin, and please don’t worry. May the Lord bless you, in the name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.”
The Robin stood still, nodded its head, and went on tossing up mulch and eating tiny insects. They eventually flew away with a beak-full of chopped up wood.
Yeah, St. Francis of Assisi shadows me, as I shadow him, daily.
Sacrificing pain and suffering to an all knowing and loving God as a sacrificial offering, still seems very foreign to me. Perhaps I was brought up in error for not shedding deadly feelings, but was taught to bury them deeply into my subconscious, only to inherit future minefields and misery.
I need to break free from these gelatinous weak chains.
Over the past few weeks, I’ve become recharged in taking photographs. I’ll always be an amateur in this art form, yet nonetheless, it’s a joy that keeps giving.
Poetry is forever silent,
until someone speaks.
I need to write it all down from now on.
So many transient thoughts go unrecognized,
and without birth.
Time-travel does exist,
within the confines of speculation and memory.
We are Time-Beings,
for we are aware that creation
and impermanence are twins.
– January 24, 2021
Air is still free, sunsets are completely beautiful and our planet still has gravity. Other than that, a sense of humor is completely priceless. It’s great for our immune system, and kicks the snot out of demons that traverse our subconscious on the daily.
Jimi Hendrix was like an Octopus, for his fingers had independent brains, and the guitar was more like a microphone translating his thoughts.
Just witnessed two Sparrows washing up in two different puddles in very close proximity. It was as if they were both in swimming pools enjoying the late summer day. Then one jumped out of their pool into the other’s, as if they’re friends, siblings or even perhaps, lovers.
In the end you might be asked about corporal acts of mercy and treating others as self, and how you turned the other cheek, and how you helped a young Sparrow to water.
Selflessness leads to enlightenment in most schools. Selflessness is a road paved with forgiveness and utmost gratitude for nature and the cosmos in general, yet traversing on this road is only for comedians, wild ones, psychology nerds, introspective types and those who skip and sing having acknowledged sweet, sweet impermanence while on fire and tongues aflame with poetic words of acknowledgement for the maker, and designer of utmost grace.
Dubecian 