We shall take a walk in the woods where nature we will meet in fern and fir and wildflower where fungi blooms abundantly. There will be wildlife as well hidden in growth below stealing about without a sound or cracking sound of branch above. If we have not woods to roam then may we search the heavens for nature blooming brilliantly in starlight forests strewn. I would have the woods to walk when I can and if I'm able. If not I'll turn my aged eyes to fields of night where stars are born. ‐---------------‐----------------------------------- Portland, Oregon - July 27, 2022
Month: July 2022
The Stars
They are more than we imagined –
the breathless born stars;
infinitely more aswirl
galaxies spinning and wild!
What our eyes cannot see
we might have fathomed to be
if only we had the darkest night skies
through which to see the heavens
splayed out in silent glory.
We have but poor vision
poorer desires, poorer hopes.
We illumine the night to see
only ourselves playing and longing
on the parched fields of earth.
We think it cold out there
closing our windows to the night
pulling down the shades
turning out the lights
that we may sleep and dream
of stars and worlds far away.
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Portland, Oregon – July 19, 2022
Thinking of the recently revealed images taken from the newest space telescope. Also thinking of Vincent Van Gogh’s, Starry Night. I believe he saw, mystic that he was, what was really out there.
Fellows
Some with whom we walk we know - our familiar companions in life. Then there are those we do not know who walk before, behind or even beside us whose faces and names only others know. Who are they who walk with me but those who share what I think to be my solitary path - not the same, never the same - like unto mine, who, if asked, would nod their heads, knowing? I can imagine their faces turned to me with smiles of sadness or simple nods understanding that we will never meet, not in this life, these days or hours, but at a time, God only knows. I must thank them for being here with me these fellows whose faces I'll never see. We have all been given a length of cord stretching through our labyrinthine ways that others will take up when we are gone. ________________________________________________________ Portland, Oregon - July 12, 2022
In Cascadia 