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consider the birds

no wonder that birds live near water where they find bugs and worms for food or on wooded hills where shelter is sure, ready and at hand strangely though, we do not consider the fowl when we choose and so live away from warm, refreshing words and the hugs that revive

change lanes

Growth changes, rearranges, plies everything Making, morphing, always dwarfing less important things Now and then, efforts thin, misfocussed on behavior, But here adorned, character's transformed by love and a savior.

picking cactus flowers

I'd like to run in the desert sand and never sweat a drop Feel the heat on my hands and never have it stop If only for a moment now I could feel this way, I would not relent, I would not resist or wait another day

nothing runs (over you) like a dear

it's a simple truth, and one that is painfully clear that in spite of heartfelt intentions, and safety's promise the biggest hurts come from those who are most dear know me, and see if it is not true, find out if I can ever be known, and seen, and uncovered without proving the axiom love then, and feel the pain that will inadvertently deliver

Cathedral

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Rock-hard floor, forest green thorns and ivy tight scratching We brumble through, seeking what others have found before Cathedral rocks, spot pools, cloudless sky with clouds invading We gasp and awe, feeling what no one has felt till now Photo taken with Nokia E61i, Crescent Moon Park - Arizona

viewpoint

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Air tugs at follicles on arms Mountains shadow disregard Sun warms with ultraviolet charms Discovery comes as a shard My heart is lifted, my eyes ope'd to possibilities ne'er inferred Now perspectives only hoped are no longer so absurd Here in thin atmosphere Nature's beauty resounding Creates a view point crisply clear: For you my heart is pounding Photo taken with Nokia E61i through the windshield of 2007 Nissan Altima

35000 feet and climbing

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Rumble hum vibrate some Lets take off together Sky blue pale, settin sail Into brighter weather Lets run and fly, work hard and try: climb to the next level Wipe the cheek and tear, hold to hugs so dear, as the angels revel. Climbing still, drinking fill, yes we will stretch fully, languid reposer Grow farther in love, race faster above, a fitted glove nestled ever closer. Holding on to fabric though prone to tear Reclining beneath stars breaking through clear grasping a moment that is simply there in the heights we achieve and we will be at thirty five thousand and climbing at forty seeking the depths of perfect timing always on to the next level where we find joy living under turmoil's bevel photo taken with Nokia E61i at 30,000 feet from the window of a Boeing 737-700

media day

They all sit around the table braced for a day of hearing sales pitches from earnest folks who want to feed families, make the goal, and in the process deliver pokes at the competition (also on the agenda) They brace because they want to be dispassionate, logical, make a wise choice based upon their recent schooling, some experience, and not too keen to a voice of generalities, ramblings or brags (not on the agenda) We all plot strategies to break through the veneer, make a connection, find a way to navigate beyond the boundaries they've erected and persuade, in a day, a choice to advertise with us (always on our agendas)

when one day becomes another

T uesday is supposed to be my bagel day but there are times, when one plan turns into another and Tuesday becomes Wednesday Schedules slip, I totally forget, or in this case I do something silly: lose my wallet, and have no money for the bagel place I am sometimes upset, though rarely more often running stressed to get the slipped tasks done, albeit barely. And occasionally, things work out to the best -- Because, on Wednesday, the bagels are half price, warm, and out-of-the-oven fresh!

my endless whimsical path

When the beginning starts to close in on the end, And the middle finds its way back to center once again, What will be the reason for looking any more? What will motivate me to open one more door? I have no answers for this noodle; nothing to reply. There's nothing to answer with, no reasons for the why. I only say (with some rhyme) that the quest itself is dear, And once it seems to be over, the starting place is "here".