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“. . . how beautiful he looked, veering away”   Leave a comment

Turkey Vultures March 2013One Beautiful Bird (Turkey Vulture) — Image by kenne

I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare hillside
Above the ocean. I saw through half-shut eyelids a vulture wheeling
high up in heaven,
And presently it passed again, but lower and nearer, its orbit
narrowing,
I understood then
That I was under inspection. I lay death-still and heard the flight-
feathers
Whistle above me and make their circle and come nearer.
I could see the naked red head between the great wings
Bear downward staring. I said, ‘My dear bird, we are wasting time
here.
These old bones will still work; they are not for you.’ But how
beautiful
he looked, gliding down
On those great sails; how beautiful he looked, veering away in the
sea-light
over the precipice. I tell you solemnly
That I was sorry to have disappointed him. To be eaten by that beak
and
become part of him, to share those wings and those eyes–
What a sublime end of one’s body, what an enskyment; what a life
after death.

— Robinson Jeffers

Turkey Vultures leaving their overnight stay along the Tanque Verde Wash as they continue their migration north.

 

Love Is Itself Unmoving   5 comments

Chase w Cap I-art-3-72-2Chase Morris — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Love is itself unmoving,
Only the cause and end of movement,
Timeless, and undesiring
Except in the aspect of time
Caught in the form of limitation
Between un-being and being.

— Four Quarters by T.S. Eliot

Hummmmmmm!   Leave a comment

Kenne at Pool_20110808_0004 II Eyes-72Hummmmmmm! — Photo-Artistry by kenne

. . . I got up this morning thinking,

“If information were food,

how healthy is my diet?”

Hummmmmmm!

Maybe it’s time to

improve my diet!

— kenne

Morning Walk Cactus Blossom   1 comment

Cactus Blossom-72Cactus Blossom — Images by kenne

I saw you on my morning walk.

Stopping,

I Thought such a little guy

to have such a big blossom.

Impressed,

I decided to take you with me.

Now,

you are always with me.

— kenne

Cactus Blossom-2-72

Dragonboat Races — Flashback   Leave a comment

DragonBoat2004-09-24_48Photos-72Dragonboat Races (Lake Woodlands, September 24, 2004) — Images by kenne

DragonBoat-Team2004-09-24_43Photos-72Montgomery College Dragonboat Team (The Woodlands, TX)

I fly far without wings
or illusions.
I immerse my body in sunlight, wholly,
motionless, like a stone shaped
in ancient time.
My soul rests in my brain—
I see it drag in the shadow like the long tail
of the thieving magpie that visits me, magically calm.

 —from ‘An Image’ by Chen Jun 陈均 (1974-)

My Muse   1 comment

Tucson Folk Festival 2013My Muse — Photo-Artistry by kenne

(In these times, we will have to stay apart so we may be able to come together.)

dancing muses

dancing
because that’s what they do —

I know, I was there
feeling the energy

creative energy 
calling
the dancing muse

she appears
always colorful,
always free

not confined
to life’s rules

an expression of life
streaming
feelings of Duende

down the centuries
from the ancient muse,
Terpsichore

we drink
the playful spirit

delighting
a perpetual thirst

plucking the chords
inside the soul

— kenne

Sabino Creek Has Two Ducks   Leave a comment

ducks-1253-72Sabino Creek Has Two Ducks — Image by kenne

Sabino creek has two ducks.

Winter rains and spring

Snowmelt on the mountains

Increasing the streamflow

Of a frequently dry creek

Attracting additional waterfowl.

— kenne

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