Front Porch

Taking in the evening after a long day. Good dog, Buster sit's quietly by my side as we listen to the leaves sway back and forth in the brisk breeze. The night sounds seem different than the way the day sounds. Maybe because everything is not as clear so our other senses like sound and scent become more pronounce. 

The rustling leaves move so gracefully and are so comforting to listen to and watch the graceful natural dance. Each branch holds the leaves in perfect harmony as tree trunks stand stoically to facilitate the beautiful movement.

Dogs bark around the corner and someone is testing the maximum volume on their subwoofer down the street. Motorcycles growl and buzz down the boulevard as the aggressive sound of cars drag race toward their next speeding ticket suddenly someone yells something unrecognizable to someone in the distance. 

The night feels restless or maybe it's just me as the breeze turns to wind. The energy increases and the air whirls around with more rapid intention to fill the dark skies and air with perfectly orchestrated commotion. It's exciting in a low key way as nature shows it's wondrous ways. All of this from my front porch. Ain't it grand.  💨 

DREAMS

Dreams i have dreamnt pop into my head like a gentle wave rushing to the shore than just as quickly the image dissolves. How or why I do not know only that it occurs often enough for me to notice and wonder about those particular non descript flashes of dreamscapes, unknown but familiar. The dots often do not connect and the sequence of events are ambiguous and random. Time and space the intangible appearences seem real at once illusionary. The mysterious rhyme and reason of the order or disorder of things on earth, the rhythm and natural movement of the planet itself spinning on it's axis rotating spinning so elegantly in perfect harmony with the other things that exist way beyond our view in distances to far to fathom, reminescent of dreams. 

May

As glorious as you are mysterious, brutally handsome as you are bitter sweet, sprouting buds, birds and bee's paint mother earths beautiful face with fragrant scents, mouthwatering flavors, fresh flowers the sights and sounds leave one breathless, bewildered in awe and part of the season of change, connected to earth's lavish tapestry.

The wind chimes stir and the cool evening casts curious shadows on the wall as the moon and stars vie for our attention. Meanwhile planes seem to fly playfully in the sky, a dog shakes and her collar clinks against her gold fur, in the distance another dog barks in harmony with the sound of cars driving to and fro.

The sounds of the city create background music with a familiar rhythm that is comforting, often transparent as the melody blends into the day and night. The morning light is welcomed or dreaded accompanied by the sweet sound of birds chirping getting on with the business of welcoming another day in May.

Rules & Reg's

At what point does one disconnect? The light of the spirit shines brilliantly, flickers and fades with every step of life. Every moment determines the strength or weakness of the glow. The purveyors of peace pray the light never goes completely out. The heart thrives and shrivels as the rules change in the name of love, harmony, order, self preservation or in the name of hate, cold, reckless malevolence. What was once considered cruel, crazy, harmful behavior suddenly becomes acceptable for those whose mind has been emptied of reason and respect for life and the safety of others.

One does not always regulate owns own conscience be it by choice or other influences. The vulnerable fall prey and acquire a taste for hostility and aggression, detachment from a kinder, softer, peace-loving existence to a harsh, bitter, belligerent mentality. It is based on much exposure to malice, anger, frustration and unrest. Fear mongers attempt to choke the goodness out of life and seize the sweetness of the soul.

There is a strange and dark tolerance for disrespect. At times it feels like the whole world has gone mad. I don't remember it always being like this or are there simply more people which makes it more pronounce? Haters look for trouble, someone to disturb, instill worry, doubt and despair. As the sting and scars of disrespect become the order of the day this precious planet must feel every ache and pain. The collective pulse and heartbeat of mother earth longs for Love, Respect, Kindness and Compassion and in the end, must prevail.