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One Brief Throne   1 comment

Empress Leilia On A Foothills Wildflower — Image by kenne

The Empress Leilia lands,
her wings a hush of amber light.
One brief throne—
a wildflower trembling
under her grace.
The mountain holds its breath
to watch beauty pause.
The desert bows once,
then forgets.

— kenne

Nearing The Birthday   1 comment

Carillo Trail — Image by kenne

Nearing the Birthday

Soon another year
will place its hand
on my shoulder.

Nothing is wasted.
Pain becomes a record
that I was here long enough
to be marked.

I will not ask
for fewer days of pain.
I will ask
for more moments of noticing—
the hummingbird darting
the chipmont on the ground,
The olive tree’s kindness of shade.

If this is my work now,
I accept it gladly:
to love the world
as it is,
from inside
this aging, faithful body.

Tell me,
what else
would I have been practicing for?

— kenne

Verdin In A Desert Willow   2 comments

Little Verdin in the Desert Willow by kenne

Little Verdin in the Desert Willow

A tiny pulse of feather—
among the Willow’s green—
the Sky—so dark a Sapphire—
it swallows what is seen—
He flickers—like a secret—
the Morning will not tell—
and leaves the hush of Desert—
more infinite—and still—

Another Beautiful Sunset In Tucson   Leave a comment

Sunset Sky — Image by kenne

From the patio—
clouds split, the sun breaks open,
rays scatter like prayers.

Evening settles in,
silence stitched with desert wind,
night takes the last fire.

Spring Is Not A Season   Leave a comment

Lupine Art — Painting by kenne

I think of how often beauty hides in plain sight—
the slender stem, the trembling petals,
the way blue cradles purple
like a blessing.

In this painting,
spring is not a season
but a small awakening of the heart.

— kenne

The Demons Of Fear — Revisited   Leave a comment

Joy at Seven Falls (02/07/11) — Image by kenne

I first posted “The Demons of Fear” in December 2005 during the George W. Bush administration. What I was writing about twenty years ago is still very relevant today.

The Demons of Fear

Like many Americans, my formative years were at a time when communism was our only axis of evil. The reasons for qualifying as evil were many, e.g., starting wars against smaller countries, breaking international laws, torturing people, espionage organizations spying on their own people, controlling information, and building a giant prison industry, to name a few. Such reasons were easy to believe because of the simplistic notion that if communism (then) was evil, capitalism (we) was good. Therefore, we would never, never, never do such things. (Such acts are bad, and, of course, we are good!)

“Never say never!” Even more significantly, “. . . don’t make the mistake of believing your own lies.” Of course, in politics, the custom is “Never tell a lie when you can bullshit your way through.”

Truth cannot be found in talking points based on good vs. evil. This is the so-called “cowboy” mentality that our president and many in Congress have bottled and continue to sell to the American public.

Justifying acts based on false dichotomies only falsifies reality. But the convenient reversal of good and evil is an even bigger sin. One current example is our leadership’s support for the nomination of a judge based on his strict constitutionalist views while authorizing secret acts allowing spying on Americans.

Such secret executive decisions are troubling and represent an attitude of political convenience that considers nothing of treading on the basic liberties protected by our Constitution. Even after Congress passed the USA Patriot Act, which allowed our demons of fear to trespass on our liberties, the President pretentiously felt that additional infringements on the Constitution and our liberties were necessary.

Over three years ago, Lt. Gen. Michael Hayden (head of the National Security Agency) stated to a joint House-Senate inquiry on intelligence (ref. NY Times):

“We need to get it right. We have to find the right balance between protecting our security and protecting our liberty. “. . . What I really need you to do is talk to your constituents and find out where the American people want that line between security and liberty to be.”

Can we get it right? Can we bury our demons of fear? Can you! Can I?

For many, the politics of fear generates skepticism, which denies reliable access to an objective reality and “. . . therefore rejects the possibility of knowing how things truly are.” If reality has no inherent nature, then to “get it right,” each one of us must be true to our nature. Truth, like love, can exist only when the tombstones of our demons have been erected.

Gratitude   Leave a comment

Autumn Sunset —  Image by kenne

When given a gift, the only appropriate response is gratefulness. Life is a gift.  Each day is filled with blessings — just by our presence, we can express our gratitude.

I’m grateful I can spend time in nature capturing its many beautiful moments. Still, for many, it is easy to miss the beauty of nature. Many do not have the opportunity to spend time out in nature. However, through Louie Schwartzberg’s time-lapse photography, we can experience the stunning beauty of nature. (See Moving Art by Louie Schwartzberg)

Louie Schwartzberg is an award-winning cinematographer, director, and producer whose notable career spans more than three decades, providing breathtaking imagery for feature films, television shows, documentaries, and commercials.

The following video is a TEDx San Fransisco presentation, which includes his short film on Gratitude and Happiness, reminding us of the precious gift of life, and the beauty all around us.

kenne

Mood Indigo Sunset   2 comments

Sonoran Sunrise   7 comments

Sonoran Sunrise Over The Rincon Mountains — Image by kenne

Sonoran Sunrise

The mountains drink fire.
Saguaro stand tall 
blessing the dawn.

Ocotillo bleeds light,
fingers trembling
in the pale wind.

The sun—
golden blades—
cut the sky
wide open.

Silence spills
into flame.

And the desert,
old, dreaming,
remembers its heart—
burning,
always burning.

Sunset Sky   Leave a comment

Sunset Sky — Image by kenne

Photography patronizes.
Life moves—
blur, breath, forgetting.

A flash halts it,
fixes detail
into permanence—
which is its lie.

— kenne

Regal Horned Lizard   4 comments

Regal Horned Lizard

Regal Horned Lizard

Some call it horny toad,
a childhood name—

but the desert knows
the weight of its crown.

Spined head,
armor of stone and scale,

it waits in the wash,
a stature of stillness

while ants march toward
the open gate of its mouth.

Patience is its kingdom.
Dust its throne.

Kneel close enough,
and the gold of its eye

shows you the desert
watching back.

 

Regal Horned Lizard

Gila Woodpecker   2 comments

Gila Woodpecker — Image by kenne

Gila Woodpecker

That busy little thug,
black-and-white suit,
red cap like a bad idea—
he’s at it again,
beak punching neat holes
in my world.

The hummingbird feeder
wasn’t made for him,
but he doesn’t give a damn
about human intention.

Long tongue dips in,
sweet stolen fuel
for the day’s racket.

Call him nosey,
call him thief,
but look closer—
he’s just another desert anarchist,
making do in a place
that gives nothing easy.

And maybe I admire him for it,
this feathered outlaw
living by wit and boldness
reminding me that survival
is never polite.

— kenne

Wildhouse Trail   2 comments

Sunrise On Wildhorse Trail — Image by kenne

Sunrise, Wildhorse Trail

At first,
only the hush of desert air,
the pale outlines of rock.

Then light arrives— 
slow spilling over the Rincons,
finding its way through
the arms of a saguaro,
each one lifted,
as if in invocation.

The trail holds me still.
I breathe the cactus gathers fire.
For a moment
the earth itself
remembers how to
call on the spirits.

Full Moon Over Blackett’s Ridge   Leave a comment

Full Moon Rising Over Blackett’s Ridge Just As The Sun Sets — Image by kenne

Full Moon on Blackett’s Ridge

Sun’s droppin’ low over Tucson,
painting everything old whiskey gold.

You can feel the light dying,
hear the coyotes start to tune up—
like the land itself needs a song
to make peace with the dark.

And there it is—
the moon,
white as a scar on a healed-up sky,
climbing slowly over Blackett’s Ridge.

Dragonfly Silhouette   4 comments

Dragonfly Silhouette — Image by kenne

Dragonfly, Thorn

black wing

balanced on thorn—

silence

made visible.