morningambassador’s posthaven

"Dandelions "  by Henryk T. Kaiser

I turn over each jewel in my mind
And receive the love that always flows
Toward and from me between every kind
Of friend I've had the great fortune to grow
Along the journey, alongside, I know.
Gratitude fills my heart and mind.

"I'm falling asleep on the keyboard,"
typed one friend tonight, and  now
I know exactly how that feels...
Once again.

Will have to add to this later.
Picture for friends near and far...
And those in the pre-dawn phase,
Yet to come.

Whatever would I do without you?
Honestly, I do not know.

True - all things being equal
During the Vernal & Autumnal
Points of transition...

Seasonal habitats have an internal
Clock that triggers things deep within
Living beings. Humans & perhaps others
on our blue world can, if they're
Both lucky and strong, experience
The conscious version to whatever degree.

I was thinking about the word, 'poignancy'
That I meant to include in my last post
About the ephemeral nature of the
Burning Man gathering, and life in form.

I immediately came upon the same theme
In a completely different creative display.
At first, when I read the title,
"SUDDENLY, LAST SUMMER"...
I thought it mean LAST summer, as in 2008.

But now that I have injected my own personal meaning
Into this collaboration of artist and viewer in the
Party in MY brain,
I think it means something subtler.
Suddenly, the summer I'm  living has become and
IS last summer.

And at such and such a time and day,
It will no longer be this summer in the stories we tell
The way we catalog them in our brain,
Our sense of self in time.

Always ready to be evoked in full splendor
At a concentrated moment of focus...
Once again, the form can emerge from within
The depths to be visited like an old reel to reel movie
Of when you shoved ice cream in your little sister's
mouth one summer a million years ago when age 3.

Autumn is my favorite time of year, though
***'now'***
Has come to be the best time going <period>.
NOW is when I experience all the memories
In Living Technicolor.
Again.

And at this moment... and this one too...
It is nearing the tipping point toward fall again.

My eyes twinkle at nonexistent, or rather...
Similarly filed memories -
When I watch the following clip
Of this year's "Burning Man" Community.
Here is their site's description of the event:

'Once a year, tens of thousands of participants gather
to create Black Rock City in Nevada's Black Rock Desert,
dedicated to community, art, self-expression, and self-reliance.
They depart one week later, having left no trace whatsoever.'

As a once-teacher, I can only envision that sheer number of
People working well together and making sure everyone
Cleans up the host environs before they go.
Looks absolutely gorgeous,
And then.... poof.

Just like everything does in the world of form.
Before us to infinity...
And after, about as long.. ;)

Here is the URL:
http://www.burningman.com/
There's even a phone number... looks like they want to
Be supportive and help everyone who wants to be there.

I'd heard about the cause celebre before then,
But my brother, H.M. has gone there the last two years,
His words and twinkling eyes were  the clincher... 
(Cheers, H.!)

And so, like many people commenting on this video said,
"It's one of the things I'd love to do..."
Whilst still on this planet.

Having gone to other gatherings with similar
Intent and mission statement...  <why not?>
The often amazingly-balanced gatherings
Work with people's spontaneity, openness, & civility
To create an ephemeral thing of beauty > joy forever.

Yes, even though the 'form' in specifics - be gone

Thanks to 'Delrious' and the folks with labors & joys

Enjoy their/his creation... if you want.

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"Organic Honey Running into a Honey Jar" by Paul Blundell

Whenever you find yourself experiencing a new beginning,
An inner contemplation of life, world, and self;
Opening up to a Beginner's Mind one more time...
...that's a Happy New Year - new day, hour, second.
A heady mix of awareness and openness,
Of intent and a willingness to see and act..

I wish sweetness, peace, health, and joy to all.
EVERY day. Every year. Now.

I appreciate this message from President Obama.
Seeing the big picture and larger opportunity,
While earnestly addressing particular histories
And cultures, reaching out to each other.

May it be so. A life a dream a life a dream.

"September" by Pierre Leduc

Well, it's over now, isn't it; a missed opportunity.
I subjected this draft to a subject and left it there
In preparation for the main event,
But it's now the 16th, and the race to the finish has begun.

Nah - don't take me too seriously.
Nobody's racing.
The steady track just moves beneath our feet.

The power to control time.
We all have it.
That's the funny thing - it can be done.
One minute *can* be a lifetime.

But I missed the Ides and wave belatedly
Back at it for this year.
Who knows where things will be next year
At this time.
Cool to tick it off in hash marks on an
Inviting stone cell wall.
A collage surrounding...

Autumn is my favorite time of year
For so many reasons..
New Year, new beginnings...
The trend toward slowly pulling within;
Contemplation and a different
Flavor of attention... than the one
Summer beckons.

New enterprises for everyone - if you can't
Locate yours, peer under the closest stone.
Down the rabbit hole you go!

Happy September's second half, folks.
Embrace your ascendance and entropy
Together as one will inevitably morph
Into the other and back once more.

Lava lamp of the inner shores.

 

I am too excited about this new version of
The Wolfman coming out in 2010.
Now how far away is that, really?

I want to see it today.
Benicio stars - one of my favorites.
Just cannot wait...
...To tell y'all, apparently.

Silly wabbit!

Still... enjoy the trailer...
Cool Universal intro, but
Then again it seems I'm easily
Amused tonight.

...for reading my blog sometimes.
J.D. says it's robots skimming,
But I believe in people out there too...

I'm not sure why it seems so hard for us
To do. Working together with joy.

It's fun - you can whistle while you're at it too.
Like the old standby saying...

"Many hands make small work."
And keep us together and well
As a species.

I'm looking forward to this movie
Whenever it comes out.
So much for research too early in the a.m.

The animation looks amazing,
And the message is there.
Action-packed too - for everyone, I think.

I just can't help myself
It's fun.
That's all this is.

A a rousing good tale...
About a love story
With conflict - (that's new: the only way? May just be.)
Where one person is dead...
And really is dead, dead, dead...
Longing is the tale.

Last minute is best - change of vocals
Not that I don't like the rest...

Experts on harp-playing during his time
Said that they had never seen his technique
Done anywhere else, and that it should be
Impossible to utilize.

But Harpo taught himself to play his
Eponymous instrument...
And like so many other people who set out
On their own journey of learning - listening
To inner and outer guides-

He managed just fine.
He was energetic and ethereal,
Humorous and heartbreaking.

So much is nonverbal communication
After all.

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