Rambling Thoughts Driven to a Higher Level

There is a tree I see that dominates the skyline- truly the king of the urban forest.

I see the airport strip from here- a bare patch of grass and asphalt in the urban sea.

Chemistry is man's cookbook to taste nature only to change the recipe.

This is a simple question- do you believe in God?

Keira can't quite understand her holy purpose in this modern age.

Rambling words are like a bubbling, babbling brook. Sometimes it is good to listen to while passing time. However, given enough time, a brook can erode away the strongest, mightiest of rocks. Choose your words wisely.

Not everyone who wanders is lost. Not everyone who sleeps is dreaming. Not everyone who stumbles is fallen. Not everyone who ends their life truly dies. Not everyone who says, "I do" does.

I remember yesterday when I walked past a wren. He sang for me a wonderful tune. I stopped walking and slowed my heart. I listened. But is wasn't for me he sang. His heart sang, and I heard him cry. It was a lonely moment for both of us.

Walden has his pond, and Frost had his road that made all the difference. Dickinson had her death, and Whitman had his Captain. Collins had his forgotten poem, and Max hax his Rachel. Kunitz had his garden, and Pope had his knight. What do I have. I have this journey. I have this trail that you have joined me on for a bit. I have followed some and blazed my own. This is what I have tonight.

**Above thoughts were written during two weeks of teaching during the day and graduate courses at night. Much of what is written was from a need to express my brain while processing non-stop data in the this information age.

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How do I make it home with cold heart of mine,

Standing here on this dark wooded path weeping and alone?

Here I am.

I AM here.

One foot forward.

Not Mine but Colin Hay's

My my my, It’s a beautiful world
I like swimming in the sea
I like to go out beyond the white breakers
Where a man can still be free,
Or a woman if you are one
I like swimming in the sea

My my my, It’s a beautiful world
I like driving in my car
Roll the top down,
Sometimes I travel quite far
Drive to the ocean
Stare up at the stars

All around is anger, automatic guns
Death in large numbers, no respect for woman, or our little ones
I tried talking to Jesus, but he just put me on hold
Said he’d been swamped by calls this week
And He could not shake his cold

I watch the sun as it comes up I watch it as it sets
Yeah this is as good as it gets
My my my, It’s a beautiful world

For now that’s good enough for me

(Beautiful World by Colin Hay from Going Somewhere 2000)

Night

I like the night life

Not the parties or the dancing
Not the hob-nob or the schmoozing

I like the night life

The streets quiet in an eerie naval orange glow
The stars peeping around the cloud
The crisp breeze of a solitary gust for me alone
The quiet quiet life, the quiet quiet mind

I like the night life

The time of walks in the dark blanket of night
The sun rising to bless the day
The creatures to timid to greet the crowd
The aroma of early bakeries

I like the night life

I am alive, moving in and out of shadows of others' slumber