Today, Fall, temperatures in Alabama are 98.6
it is October, something, I really don't care.
Doves coo, squirrels run the high wires,
I rock on the porch wondering,
pleasing myself in calm nothingness.
nothing is urgent, I watch
the Pecan trees full of nests fill up,
the  phone is  unplugged,
my sight is set to sit here awaiting the pleasant
sunset, I feel a chill.
It is so calm, rocking away, I
Puff my cigarette, pet goofy RJ on his slobbery head,
he keeps his paws from under my chair.
the leaves of the Pecan trees fall,
I sip my beer,
the doves watch with me,
only one squirrel remains, now.
This has been a most pleasant day,
exactly what I planned,
56 years ago today.

teetering on the edge
of empathy and indifference
i attempt to cradle
my concept of humankind, giving it
sips of water and bites of fruit -- i
want to believe
we are all
more capable than we seem;
our output needs to surpass our ambition
to "do good", for practice
will surely steer
a gilded
and inevitable (im)perfection.

breathing in the cooled and speckled air, evaporating into the trees above my head - maybe my reality is really my heaven; maybe i'm thousands of light years from myself; maybe i'm here all at once.

Creating Space
for Not-Knowing,
Wonder
for Emptiness,
Feeling
for the Unexpressed,
Took
Infinite Allowance.

From whence
comes a Thought?
In what dimension
Dwells Ideas?
To Whom,
do I leave this Construct,
this Self?

Not-Knowing
Opens
the door
to the multi-dimensional,
the Mystery,
the Life.

Could Death
be Certainty?

round and about discovering
the hidden mosses and evergreen
mosses lichens

down on all fours recovering
the bides of soft scenes seen
tosses like soils moist

brown and rich recalling
the times of a youthful dreaming
spent

discovering the
doe romping fertile in her young
youthful nature growing
seeds sowing
this
remembering.

One day
            we will sing together in perfect rhythm and  harmony
the song history has been awaiting
            the song of stars colliding destiny aligning with the past
and futures bright
            eclipsing the dark vast empty expanses
shining will be  the sun
            melodies of all voices
with a piece of peace
           remembering the beginnings.

"When you harm Nature,
you harm your self,"
said my brother in
the clear cut of a dream-scape.

I looked around.

By loving Nature,
do we love ourselves?

The inter-
connected Oneness
wishes to
awaken.

visions
it hurts
to break thine
***
on
hard
floors
seeing
dreams
from
heights
of
visions
closed
gravity
and
physics
once
more
encompassing
the
limitless
horizons
seen
on
backs
of
eyelids.