by Don Case on Tuesday, September 6, 2011
"Socialism never took root in America because the
poor see themselves not as an exploited proletariat,
but as temporarily embarrassed millionaires."
Attributed to john Steinbeck.
As a kid I worked delivering papers, detasseling corn,
helping my dad with car repairs and construction
for friends and neighbors, worked in Jack in the
box when it still had the head on a spring and
another greasy spoon, in a car wash and in a
machine shop making pool equipment.
Later I worked in two office desk factorys, the
first was a custom place the second made junk.
The second office furniture factory employed
a couple hundred people but only I and the Jamaican
supervisor spoke English. Customs would come and we
would be the only two left.
These were all short term jobs while in high school
and when I returned from the service. I do not
see any young people that are interested in these
jobs today except a few that want to make their own
money and are inventive enough to make up their own
jobs that are acceptable in the eyes of their peers.
I have worked forty years trimming trees in every
aspect of the job from cleanup to climber/lead man
to supervisor as civil service and now own my own
tree business of 24 years. I had as many as seven
employees working for me. In the last ten years
I have reduced my business to small jobs with one
occasional helper and consulting.
I taught Arboriculture and Landscape pruning
practices for 3 1/2 years at the local community
college. I had students that ranged from gardeners
to the city mayor (she out climbed and out trimmed
the young brassos at 55 years old).
So we witness the decline of a young work force interested
in physical labor is a major factor in the dependency
we now have on immigrant labor legal or not. The people
that are working these jobs do so because they are
better off here than at home. Central and South American
wages and living conditions are much different than here.
For that reason we can live there in relative luxury on
social security. You just have to close your eyes to
the way people live there.
What can we do as a people, not just USA-sans but
Americans North, Central and South to obtain equality
for all peoples? I see this project as the best
answer to the many problems of culture clash and
immigration imbalances. Those of you in Europe and East
Asia may have some insight into this as there are many
borders there to learn from. What works and what does
not work.
"I must go over into the interior valleys. … There
are five thousand families starving to death over
there, not just hungry but actually starving. The
government is trying to feed them and get medical
attention to them, with the Fascist group of
utilities and banks and huge growers sabotaging
the thing all along the line, and yelling for a
balanced budget.
In one tent there were twenty people quarantined
for small pox and two of the women are to have
babies in that tent this week. I've tied into the
thing format he first and I must get down there
and see it and see if I can do something to knock
these murderers on the heads. Do you know what
they're afraid of? They think that if these people
are allowed to live in camps with proper
sanitary facilities they will organize, and that
is the bugbear of the large landowner and the
corporate farmer. The states and counties will
give them nothing because they are outsiders.
But the crops of any part of this state could not
be harvested without them. … The death of children
by starvation in our valleys is simply staggering.
… I'll do what I can. … Funny how mean and little
books become in the face of such tragedies."
John Steinbeck
Letter to Elizabeth Otis (1938), as quoted in
Conversations with John Steinbeck (1988) edited
by Thomas Fensch, p. 37
Friday, September 30, 2011
Here we are
by Don Case on Monday, August 22, 2011
We are but a speck in time and in the universe so what makes us think we are so important?
Star Size Comparison HD
Thinking out of the box in a big way is a possible answer. We have discovered
Black holes
where every thing gets pulled in including light, how big can they get? We have discovered
White holes
that seem to create matter. And we have discovered
Dark matter
that seems to fill in all the spaces we thought were empty. We are even creating
Digital Molecular Matter
as a new concept.Add the concept called time
WHAT IS TIME? WHAT CAUSES TIME?
and things go into different dimensions and realities.
If there was a black hole big enough it may have taken what was then the universe in and that matter came out from a white hole known as the big bang.
That brings us back to time of which Albert Einstein said, referring to the passing ofa friend,
"Now he has departed from this strange world a little ahead of me.
That means nothing. People like us, who believe in physics, know that the distinction
between past, present, and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion."
So the man that defined time and space thinks of it as naught. Yet he was a religious man saying,
"Science without religion is lame. Religion without science is blind."
But how can religion be the answer to existence?
Religion
is a man made idea and comes in many forms. Back to our ultimate scientist, Albert said
"Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the the universe."
We are just embryos compared to the universe, what gives us the right to say we know who and how it was made? Theories are just that theories and we all have them.
"Whoever undertakes to set himself up as a judge of Truth and Knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the gods." (yup our good friend Albert again).
And this, "A human being is a part of a whole, called by us _universe_, a part limited in time and space.
He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest... a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty."
"Not everything that counts can be counted, and not everything that can be counted counts."
(Sign hanging in Einstein's office at Princeton)
We are but a speck in time and in the universe so what makes us think we are so important?
Star Size Comparison HD
Thinking out of the box in a big way is a possible answer. We have discovered
Black holes
where every thing gets pulled in including light, how big can they get? We have discovered
White holes
that seem to create matter. And we have discovered
Dark matter
that seems to fill in all the spaces we thought were empty. We are even creating
Digital Molecular Matter
as a new concept.Add the concept called time
WHAT IS TIME? WHAT CAUSES TIME?
and things go into different dimensions and realities.
If there was a black hole big enough it may have taken what was then the universe in and that matter came out from a white hole known as the big bang.
That brings us back to time of which Albert Einstein said, referring to the passing ofa friend,
"Now he has departed from this strange world a little ahead of me.
That means nothing. People like us, who believe in physics, know that the distinction
between past, present, and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion."
So the man that defined time and space thinks of it as naught. Yet he was a religious man saying,
"Science without religion is lame. Religion without science is blind."
But how can religion be the answer to existence?
Religion
is a man made idea and comes in many forms. Back to our ultimate scientist, Albert said
"Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the the universe."
We are just embryos compared to the universe, what gives us the right to say we know who and how it was made? Theories are just that theories and we all have them.
"Whoever undertakes to set himself up as a judge of Truth and Knowledge is shipwrecked by the laughter of the gods." (yup our good friend Albert again).
And this, "A human being is a part of a whole, called by us _universe_, a part limited in time and space.
He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest... a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty."
"Not everything that counts can be counted, and not everything that can be counted counts."
(Sign hanging in Einstein's office at Princeton)
Freedom is another word
by Don Case on Sunday, August 7, 2011
puppets and masters who are who who's in charge
what purpose what end who is small who is large
power relinquished power misused information false
for advantage repeated till reality lost
so many have none prosperity for few
no outlet for anger from frustration for you
protection domination at home and abroad
image degraded the recovery hard
value uneven quality askew
less good and abundance what to do
greed drives the ones that have much and want more
no heed for old saying watch what you wish for
microscopic life supports life above
without the lesser they undo what they wove
unbalance dissipates like water seeking it's level
hoarding too much leaves no room to revel
true balance and fairness to all rich and poor
is the way our plenitude will restore
the one in the mirror who can it be
what is the difference between you and me
hold up your hand look past it you "see"
through your fingers our body a vessel of thee
live true to the self that the inner mind knows
the one that sees others the same as it grows
we say "rest in peace" is that what peace is
at the end what is left are we really free?
puppets and masters who are who who's in charge
what purpose what end who is small who is large
power relinquished power misused information false
for advantage repeated till reality lost
so many have none prosperity for few
no outlet for anger from frustration for you
protection domination at home and abroad
image degraded the recovery hard
value uneven quality askew
less good and abundance what to do
greed drives the ones that have much and want more
no heed for old saying watch what you wish for
microscopic life supports life above
without the lesser they undo what they wove
unbalance dissipates like water seeking it's level
hoarding too much leaves no room to revel
true balance and fairness to all rich and poor
is the way our plenitude will restore
the one in the mirror who can it be
what is the difference between you and me
hold up your hand look past it you "see"
through your fingers our body a vessel of thee
live true to the self that the inner mind knows
the one that sees others the same as it grows
we say "rest in peace" is that what peace is
at the end what is left are we really free?
Poet and reader
by Don Case on Sunday, July 24, 2011
Cells that form thoughts gather
in ganglia to organize better
lines and verses for conveying
feelings, ideas that are weighing
on the psyche of the writer.
Physical tissue that contains
soul and heart within the brain
all the magical connections
help to share true reflections
for connection to the reader.
Putting words on paper or screen
hoping they'll know what we mean
no two minds can be the same
readers have thoughts that came
to their own rhyme and meter.
Cells that form thoughts gather
in ganglia to organize better
lines and verses for conveying
feelings, ideas that are weighing
on the psyche of the writer.
Physical tissue that contains
soul and heart within the brain
all the magical connections
help to share true reflections
for connection to the reader.
Putting words on paper or screen
hoping they'll know what we mean
no two minds can be the same
readers have thoughts that came
to their own rhyme and meter.
Pain
by Don Case on Thursday, July 14, 2011
Most described
and vilified
so many different
ways to feel
each one identified
as real
The slice that stings
those paper things
quick sudden impact
thudding throb
slow constant rill
feel it still
Fiery nerve ends
burn in air
the ones that pulse
and still are bare
a crushing blow
the hammer knows
Witch is bearable
quick and neat
or controlled
by drugs
feel only
heart beat
Escape not there
sensation here
the flesh responds
and nerves repair
a mark remains
to tell the tale
Maps of life
experience brings
disconnect feeling
where scars begin
numb but sensitive
in a different way
Large and small
long and short
some forever
some a memory
fleeting but
touched remembered
Most described
and vilified
so many different
ways to feel
each one identified
as real
The slice that stings
those paper things
quick sudden impact
thudding throb
slow constant rill
feel it still
Fiery nerve ends
burn in air
the ones that pulse
and still are bare
a crushing blow
the hammer knows
Witch is bearable
quick and neat
or controlled
by drugs
feel only
heart beat
Escape not there
sensation here
the flesh responds
and nerves repair
a mark remains
to tell the tale
Maps of life
experience brings
disconnect feeling
where scars begin
numb but sensitive
in a different way
Large and small
long and short
some forever
some a memory
fleeting but
touched remembered
The path
by Don Case on Sunday, June 19, 2011
The mind's desire
to find the way
is directed by
the path it takes
To choose a course
to embrace ideals
direction makes all
dimensions real
Seeing the way
for each a choice
influenced by
past mind's voice
So the future
reflects the past
till perception
reveals the path
Narrow, twisted
hither and yon
up and down
and then beyond
To the edges
of limits
that are
not really there
Inspiration,
realization,
no borders
there be
Inner freedom
imagine
for you
and for me.
The mind's desire
to find the way
is directed by
the path it takes
To choose a course
to embrace ideals
direction makes all
dimensions real
Seeing the way
for each a choice
influenced by
past mind's voice
So the future
reflects the past
till perception
reveals the path
Narrow, twisted
hither and yon
up and down
and then beyond
To the edges
of limits
that are
not really there
Inspiration,
realization,
no borders
there be
Inner freedom
imagine
for you
and for me.
Effort
by Don Case on Wednesday, May 25, 2011
The push to action
to conquer distraction
waits in the background
thoughts of the mind
The energy summoned
is slow in coming
to create a tangible
sentence defined
Life in slow motion
gives credence the notion
to beauty of words
and the will to be kind
Desires are fleeting
each one a chance meeting
to grasp and enjoy
till it starts to unwind
Engage in exchanges
of ideas in stages
built from the depths
where a spark you will find
The push to action
to conquer distraction
waits in the background
thoughts of the mind
The energy summoned
is slow in coming
to create a tangible
sentence defined
Life in slow motion
gives credence the notion
to beauty of words
and the will to be kind
Desires are fleeting
each one a chance meeting
to grasp and enjoy
till it starts to unwind
Engage in exchanges
of ideas in stages
built from the depths
where a spark you will find
Garog and Muborg
by Don Case on Friday, April 22, 2011
Gorog grumbled as she turned back to the viewer and
read the instruments. "Why do we let these creatures
continue with these activities?" she asked. "They need
learn by their own cognizance." replied Muborg. "You
know we must not interfere. The measure of validity is
completely related to the capacity to comprehend the
maintenance of existence. If they die out by using their
environment we wait a few thousand years for the next
species and monitor them, hoping for improvement."
Gorog, still visibly upset muttered "I had so much hope
that this species would understand the connection of
all entities and mater, guess we will have to monitor for
another millennium. It gets so tedious, some of them
actually had it right."
Gorog grumbled as she turned back to the viewer and
read the instruments. "Why do we let these creatures
continue with these activities?" she asked. "They need
learn by their own cognizance." replied Muborg. "You
know we must not interfere. The measure of validity is
completely related to the capacity to comprehend the
maintenance of existence. If they die out by using their
environment we wait a few thousand years for the next
species and monitor them, hoping for improvement."
Gorog, still visibly upset muttered "I had so much hope
that this species would understand the connection of
all entities and mater, guess we will have to monitor for
another millennium. It gets so tedious, some of them
actually had it right."
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Thanksgiving memories '50s and'60s
by Don Case on Sunday, November 21, 2010
John, Velma, Dora, Marlys, Thomas, Robert, Leola, Jim, Cornelius, Lena Jurgens
Mom had seven sisters and brothers each with their own kids. Grandma's house was the go to place for Thanksgiving dinner. The yard was about an acre it seemed and three quarters of it was garden. Corn in the back row, beans and peas, potato hills and squash, lettuce, cabbage, carrots, turnips, onions and much more. Rhubarb and ground cherry bushes were around the front edge. The chicken house was full and eggs were plentiful. All of this bounty went into Ball jars and ended up on the shelves in the root cellar.
We drove from Urbandale to Shellrock the day before or early that morning. Cherries and apples from our yard were packed and brought along to make pies. Velma, our Mom, Dora, Marlys, Leola, Margaret and Roberta were vying for their spots in the kitchen under the eye of Grandma Lena. It was a very busy kitchen. There would be as many as twenty kids out playing games in the yard while the men watched the football games. Some of us would pick ears of corn and peas right from the garden to munch, mmm so good. Some years we would head to a local pond and fish with our red and white bobbers on bamboo poles.
Grandma had a huge round oak table that could be extended with three centre boards. the dining room was the largest room in the house with a coal burning stove. There were two or three card tables set up for the kids and a side board to hold the food dishes that would not fit on the table. Some of us kids were put to work setting the tables. The smells from the kitchen were overwhelming by this time and the men would try to get tastes of favourites as they wandered in to the kitchen for another Pabst Blue Ribbon beer. They could be charming when entering the Women's domain to steel treats.
When we all sat down to eat the conversation would be about what had happened in the last year with each family. We were the furthest away and learning these bits of news was always interesting. The meal would linger for an hour at least or more then the older kids would have the job of cleaning up the table and washing the dishes. Men would retreat to to living room for more football while the women took over the dining room to continue the family news. The latest knitting or needle work was passed around while all the kids lives were reviewed.
Napping was in order for those affected by the triptophan then the local families would return home. we usually stayed over night and left the next morning as the drive was long. Have had and been to a few Thanksgiving days since but none on the scale of the ones I so fondly remember. We make our own memories of special events as we progress through our lives with new friends family and acquaintances. Make the best of your holiday this week and savour the experience. These are the things that matter.
John, Velma, Dora, Marlys, Thomas, Robert, Leola, Jim, Cornelius, Lena Jurgens
Mom had seven sisters and brothers each with their own kids. Grandma's house was the go to place for Thanksgiving dinner. The yard was about an acre it seemed and three quarters of it was garden. Corn in the back row, beans and peas, potato hills and squash, lettuce, cabbage, carrots, turnips, onions and much more. Rhubarb and ground cherry bushes were around the front edge. The chicken house was full and eggs were plentiful. All of this bounty went into Ball jars and ended up on the shelves in the root cellar.
We drove from Urbandale to Shellrock the day before or early that morning. Cherries and apples from our yard were packed and brought along to make pies. Velma, our Mom, Dora, Marlys, Leola, Margaret and Roberta were vying for their spots in the kitchen under the eye of Grandma Lena. It was a very busy kitchen. There would be as many as twenty kids out playing games in the yard while the men watched the football games. Some of us would pick ears of corn and peas right from the garden to munch, mmm so good. Some years we would head to a local pond and fish with our red and white bobbers on bamboo poles.
Grandma had a huge round oak table that could be extended with three centre boards. the dining room was the largest room in the house with a coal burning stove. There were two or three card tables set up for the kids and a side board to hold the food dishes that would not fit on the table. Some of us kids were put to work setting the tables. The smells from the kitchen were overwhelming by this time and the men would try to get tastes of favourites as they wandered in to the kitchen for another Pabst Blue Ribbon beer. They could be charming when entering the Women's domain to steel treats.
When we all sat down to eat the conversation would be about what had happened in the last year with each family. We were the furthest away and learning these bits of news was always interesting. The meal would linger for an hour at least or more then the older kids would have the job of cleaning up the table and washing the dishes. Men would retreat to to living room for more football while the women took over the dining room to continue the family news. The latest knitting or needle work was passed around while all the kids lives were reviewed.
Napping was in order for those affected by the triptophan then the local families would return home. we usually stayed over night and left the next morning as the drive was long. Have had and been to a few Thanksgiving days since but none on the scale of the ones I so fondly remember. We make our own memories of special events as we progress through our lives with new friends family and acquaintances. Make the best of your holiday this week and savour the experience. These are the things that matter.
Junkyard
by Don Case on Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Needed a part for my truck today
went to the junkyard to see what they'd say.
"There's a truck with that part way out in the back.
Go see if you like it we'll send Juan to hack."
As I walked down the rows of cars and trucks
I thought of the people and their bit of luck.
The car that they loved that carried them far
was now on rims, stripped of all that they are.
The kiss at the drive in the song in their head
the space that was treasured now sitting dead.
Pieces and parts in the dirt in each row
what happens to old ones do they really know?
Needed a part for my truck today
went to the junkyard to see what they'd say.
"There's a truck with that part way out in the back.
Go see if you like it we'll send Juan to hack."
As I walked down the rows of cars and trucks
I thought of the people and their bit of luck.
The car that they loved that carried them far
was now on rims, stripped of all that they are.
The kiss at the drive in the song in their head
the space that was treasured now sitting dead.
Pieces and parts in the dirt in each row
what happens to old ones do they really know?
Security
by Don Case on Tuesday, September 28, 2010
My sisters and me on the bench in 52
The big elm in the back yard
would deposit colour and crunch
in a pile we made on the lawn
The night crawlers would slide
from beneath our bare feet
and be bait next day at dawn
The sun in a haze
faded early those days
as Summer too soon was gone
The canning intense of the bounty
we wrought with the sweat
expended through Summers song
Secure in abundance
from work in the dirt
to keep us all Winter long
My sisters and me on the bench in 52
The big elm in the back yard
would deposit colour and crunch
in a pile we made on the lawn
The night crawlers would slide
from beneath our bare feet
and be bait next day at dawn
The sun in a haze
faded early those days
as Summer too soon was gone
The canning intense of the bounty
we wrought with the sweat
expended through Summers song
Secure in abundance
from work in the dirt
to keep us all Winter long
Summer
by Don Case on Sunday, February 27, 2011
Mud oozes between toes
crawdads crawl by
catfish nudge ankles
warm water gives a sigh
Fire flys emerge at dusk
rest on hand a spell
warm humid evening descends
bringing a musky smell
Trees, grass and flowers
fill senses
with a perfume natural
remembrance
lightening thunder
gentle rain
clean fresh morning
again
Mud oozes between toes
crawdads crawl by
catfish nudge ankles
warm water gives a sigh
Fire flys emerge at dusk
rest on hand a spell
warm humid evening descends
bringing a musky smell
Trees, grass and flowers
fill senses
with a perfume natural
remembrance
lightening thunder
gentle rain
clean fresh morning
again
Zip line
by Don Case on Monday, February 28, 2011
The rocks are high
the rope is taught
the handle in hand
without a thought
Two hundred feet down
one thousand feet away
they wait to catch
the ones that play
One step to go
for adrenalin rush
feeling a breeze
the mind is hushed
Now at the end
the heart beats slow
pound in the head
time to go.
The rocks are high
the rope is taught
the handle in hand
without a thought
Two hundred feet down
one thousand feet away
they wait to catch
the ones that play
One step to go
for adrenalin rush
feeling a breeze
the mind is hushed
Now at the end
the heart beats slow
pound in the head
time to go.
Day light
by Don Case on Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Begin the day
the waking dream
linear time
goes fast it seems
The morning starts
in a haze
then hurries on
becomes a blaze
Stay on track
accomplish much
projects, desires
things to touch
Make them better
improve the way
all that watch
have much to say
Give from self
to reach the goal
the waking dream
can now be whole
The linear time
reverses speed
energy spent
rest in need
Time to think
reflect, muse
of the day
how was used
Back to dreams
renew the mind
the ones that
make spirit kind.
Begin the day
the waking dream
linear time
goes fast it seems
The morning starts
in a haze
then hurries on
becomes a blaze
Stay on track
accomplish much
projects, desires
things to touch
Make them better
improve the way
all that watch
have much to say
Give from self
to reach the goal
the waking dream
can now be whole
The linear time
reverses speed
energy spent
rest in need
Time to think
reflect, muse
of the day
how was used
Back to dreams
renew the mind
the ones that
make spirit kind.
Winter paper
by Don Case on Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Me, brother Steve and our dog Skipper, two months off the route for leg so sisters Marilyn and Beverly did it for me. Beverly found a boyfriend on the route next to mine.
The baker makes donuts
in the warmth of the shop
the boys fold their papers
on the stairs at the top
The snow piles up
at four A.M.
eighty papers to fold
and deliver again
All is quiet
the snow is deep
the town is snuggled
up sound asleep
Open the storm door
put the news inside
not like summer
with a bike to ride
Hard to peddle in
four layers of clothes
two hoods on the head
two scarves on the nose
The ice on those scarves
from the breath out and in
hardens and stiffens
a mask hard as tin
Back home breakfast waits
as they wake to the news
over coffee, bacon, toast
and eggs by twos
Me, brother Steve and our dog Skipper, two months off the route for leg so sisters Marilyn and Beverly did it for me. Beverly found a boyfriend on the route next to mine.
The baker makes donuts
in the warmth of the shop
the boys fold their papers
on the stairs at the top
The snow piles up
at four A.M.
eighty papers to fold
and deliver again
All is quiet
the snow is deep
the town is snuggled
up sound asleep
Open the storm door
put the news inside
not like summer
with a bike to ride
Hard to peddle in
four layers of clothes
two hoods on the head
two scarves on the nose
The ice on those scarves
from the breath out and in
hardens and stiffens
a mask hard as tin
Back home breakfast waits
as they wake to the news
over coffee, bacon, toast
and eggs by twos
The mind at rest
by Don Case on Monday, April 11, 2011
Alternate title "Spring cleaning for the soul"
Arms that feel heavy
hard to lift
legs are the same
as thoughts drift
Vision blurs fading
as colors merge
to a dulling
black/grey surge
Sound disappears
in a quiet roar
that is moving
in a long corridor
Tactile sense
diminishes now
to gentle breath
and tepid brow
Silence the voices
each layer of depth
vying attention
putting to rest
Empty unfeeling
the body and mind
the essence of self
serene deaf and blind
The mirror is blank
just silvered glass
no image reflected
no questions to ask
Go now to that place
secret and void
safe from distraction
free of the world
Refresh with new life
breath the sweet air
return to the here
leave the empty there
Alternate title "Spring cleaning for the soul"
Arms that feel heavy
hard to lift
legs are the same
as thoughts drift
Vision blurs fading
as colors merge
to a dulling
black/grey surge
Sound disappears
in a quiet roar
that is moving
in a long corridor
Tactile sense
diminishes now
to gentle breath
and tepid brow
Silence the voices
each layer of depth
vying attention
putting to rest
Empty unfeeling
the body and mind
the essence of self
serene deaf and blind
The mirror is blank
just silvered glass
no image reflected
no questions to ask
Go now to that place
secret and void
safe from distraction
free of the world
Refresh with new life
breath the sweet air
return to the here
leave the empty there
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Secrets
By Don Case Monday, October 18, 2010
Hiding under the sheets
scary characters to meet
the torch to light the way
as the journey continues
through the pages.
Hiding under the sheets
scary characters to meet
the torch to light the way
as the journey continues
through the pages.
No distractions
by Don Case on Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Plants and trees they do not move
except when we do not look
they can move a wall or driveway
in imperceptible increments
or cover things forgotten
and show up in the smallest crack
we take them for granted
and do not notice
till they are suddenly ominous
they have a singular purpose
to absorb the energy
and make sugar for food
from the nutrients
they take from the earth
no distractions.
The fire within.
by Don Case on Saturday, January 1, 2011
You can not see it, it is just there. It can not be felt,
it has to be that other sense,the one that is always
just out of grasp and sits just behind your left ear.
When you stick a big wad of gum on a top it does
interesting things, that odd balance dance.
But then, truth is there is no gum nor a top. There
are times when the world seems odd.It is the uneven way
things are compiling, organizing, categorizing. The box
gets bigger but it is still slower than the clutter that
fills it.
A worry here, a distraction there, another new interest,
what was the last one? Oh the list of responsibilities,
they pile up till the box has no corners or edges.
The world as we know it is changing before our eyes.
Then reality comes right up and slaps you in the face.
Breath.......now breath again, life is what you make it.
The air we take in is what sustains it, the fuel that
feeds the fire. Breathing is inspiration and release as
is our thought, our work, our love, life itself.
What is your thought, the one you hold dear but never
express?What is your work, the secret one that drives you?
What is your love, the essence of your desire? These are
your life and motivation. Live them to the fullest for the
clutter is not life but just things and stuff. Start a new
year with a new breath of life and a fire un-quenched.
Happy New Year!
You can not see it, it is just there. It can not be felt,
it has to be that other sense,the one that is always
just out of grasp and sits just behind your left ear.
When you stick a big wad of gum on a top it does
interesting things, that odd balance dance.
But then, truth is there is no gum nor a top. There
are times when the world seems odd.It is the uneven way
things are compiling, organizing, categorizing. The box
gets bigger but it is still slower than the clutter that
fills it.
A worry here, a distraction there, another new interest,
what was the last one? Oh the list of responsibilities,
they pile up till the box has no corners or edges.
The world as we know it is changing before our eyes.
Then reality comes right up and slaps you in the face.
Breath.......now breath again, life is what you make it.
The air we take in is what sustains it, the fuel that
feeds the fire. Breathing is inspiration and release as
is our thought, our work, our love, life itself.
What is your thought, the one you hold dear but never
express?What is your work, the secret one that drives you?
What is your love, the essence of your desire? These are
your life and motivation. Live them to the fullest for the
clutter is not life but just things and stuff. Start a new
year with a new breath of life and a fire un-quenched.
Happy New Year!
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