Desert Windmill — Image by kenne
Windmills hypnotize
See adventure and magic
Don Quixote complex.
— kenne
Archive for the ‘Existential Moment’ Tag
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Top Two Shelves In Our Study Leave a comment
Top Two Shelves In Our Study — Image by kenne
There are moments
down deep inside
when I scream —
Nobody gets in
to see the wizard
not nobody,
not no how.
— kenne
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Shadows In The Canyon Leave a comment
Shadows In The Canyon — Image by kenne
The sun hit the sides of the rock, creating shadows that swallowed the canyon trail as we hiked the canyon.
Looking left and right, we took a deep breath to appreciate where we are.
There are certain places that have the energetic power to serve as a teacher.
The canyons of the Santa Catalina Mountains are exactly that.
It’s a place that requires no words but can provide untold lessons.
It’s a place that will challenge your perspective without asking anything from you.
— kenne
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Death On The Trail Leave a comment
The Cycle of Nature Moves On — Image by kenne
Nothing is really never dead if you look at it right.
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Kenne D. and Kenne G. Leave a comment
Kenne David and His Dad at 8th Wonder Brewery (December 27, 2022) Image by Janie
“All that is transitory is but a metaphor.”
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Now What? Leave a comment
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Now what?
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Artist Painting In Sabino Canyon Leave a comment
Artist Painting In Sabino Canyon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
In The Beauty Created By Others
Only in the beauty created
by others is their consolation,
in the music of others and in others’ poems.
Only others save us,
even through solitude tastes like
opium. The others are not hell,
if you see them early, with their
foreheads pure, cleansed by dreams.
That is why I wonder what
word should be used, “he’ or “you.” Every “he”
is a betrayal of a certain “you” but
in return someone else’s poem
offers the fidelity of a sober dialogue.
— Adam Zagajewski
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HOUSTON 6:00 P. M. Leave a comment
Sam Houston Park in Houston — Image by kenne
Poetry summons us to life, to courage
in the face of the growing shadow.
Can you gaze calmly at the Earth
like the perfect astronaut?
Our of harmless indolence, the Greece of books,
and the Jerusalem of memory there suddenly appears
the island of a poem, unpeopled;
some new Cook will discover it one day.
— from HOUSTON, 6 P. M. by Adam Zagajewski
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Silent Morning On A Catalina Foothills Rainy Day Leave a comment
Silent Morning On a Catalina Foothills Rainy Day– Image by kenne
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Summer of 2007 Leave a comment
Summer of 2007 — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Summer of 2007
Friends place on the lake
Hot-humid Texas day
Perfect halter-top weather
For my gypsy woman —
Imagine her nipples
You don’t have to think
Just let the passions flow
The odds are there to beat.
— kenne
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Sunset Over The Tucson Mountains Leave a comment
Sunset Over The Tucson Mountains — Image by kenne
I look at a sunset
and begin to wonder
what is the relationship
between the senses
and matters of beauty,
art and taste responding
one’s feelings and emotions?
The quality of being.
— kenne
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Black Mountains Geological Contrasts Leave a comment
Black Mountains, Arizona Geological Contrasts — Image by kenne
I was standing on the highest mountain of them all,
and round about beneath me was the whole hoop of the world.
And while I stood there I saw more than I can tell and
I understood more than I saw; for I was seeing in a
sacred manner the shapes of all things in the spirit,
and the shape of all shapes as they must live together like one being.
And I saw that the sacred hoop of my people was one of many hoops
that made one circle, wide as daylight and as starlight,
and in the center grew one mighty flowering tree to shelter
all children of one mother and one father. And I saw that it was holy.
and round about beneath me was the whole hoop of the world.
And while I stood there I saw more than I can tell and
I understood more than I saw; for I was seeing in a
sacred manner the shapes of all things in the spirit,
and the shape of all shapes as they must live together like one being.
And I saw that the sacred hoop of my people was one of many hoops
that made one circle, wide as daylight and as starlight,
and in the center grew one mighty flowering tree to shelter
all children of one mother and one father. And I saw that it was holy.
— Black Elk
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An Autumn Sunrise On Mt. Lemmon Leave a comment
An Autumn Sunrise On Mt. Lemmon — Photo-Artistry by kenne
Signs of autumn echoes
Throughout the forest
As time present becomes
Time past in a moment.
As the aspen leaves
Dance in the breeze
There is only the dance —
Neither moment from
Nor towards.
— kenne
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Lake Woodlands Sunset 4 comments
Lake Woodlands Sunset (October 1, 2009) — Photo-Artistry by kenne
When I lived in the forest
it was not always easy to see
the sunset for the trees.
After a short trail walk
I would spend some time
at the lake and nearby dam
before crossing the bridge
to set under a gazebo
watching motorless boats
moving silently across the lake.
— kenne
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Lower Sabino Canyon Panorama Leave a comment
Lower Sabino Canyon Panorama (October 5, 2022) by kenne
We all have a treasure waiting for us
here on earth. Find a place to communicate
with our better angels and we will find it.
— kenne
Becoming is Superior to Being 