Tucson, San Antonio, and New Orleans — Photo-Artistry by kenne
"And hear the sounds he knew of yore,
Old shufflings on the sanded floor,
Old knuckles tapping at the door?
"Yet still before him as he flies
One pallid form shall ever rise,
And, bodying forth in glassy eyes
"The vision of a vanished good,
Low peering through the tangled wood,
Shall freeze the current of his blood."
‘We pledge allegiance All our lives To the magic colors Red, blue, and white But we all must be given The liberty that we defend For with justice not for all men History will repeat again It’s time we learned This world was made for all men’
Friedrich Schiller called Joy the spark of divinity but she visits me on a regular basis, and it doesn’t take much for her to appear— the salt next to the pepper by the stove, the garbage man ascending his station on the back of the moving garbage truck, or I’m just eating a banana in the car and listening to Buddy Guy.
In other words, she seems down-to-earth, like a girl getting off a bus with a suitcase and no one’s there to meet her. It’s a little after four in the afternoon, one of the first warm days of spring. She sits on her suitcase to wait and slides on her sunglasses. How do I know she’s listening to the birds?
There’s a trail down by the wash Where once new life grew Providing a new beginning That has turned into an end. All manner of things Shall be well, providing a Pattern of timeless moments.
I am an unquenchable fire, The center of all energy, The stout heroic heart. I am truth and light, I hold power and glory in my sway. My presence Disperses dark clouds. I have been chosen To tame the Fates.
Down By The Tanque Verde Wash (Tanuri Ridge) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Whole Lot of Something
I have something to say, I don’t know why. It came in a walk No matter where I walk, I hear it calling In a moment In and out of time Imposing a pattern in All that I have been Hoping for peace If not peace, clarity In the place we live Where there is a Whole lot of something.
Becoming is Superior to Being 