Spent a moment taking note of those things in my awareness while standing at the backdoor having a smoke earlier today: There were several crows talking in the trees The wind chime under the eves was ringing in the wind A neighbor some distance away was pounding on a board The tree in my other neighbor's yard was swaying in the breeze Yellow flowers were blooming on the wild weeds along the fence line I could feel the warmth of the sun on my face and arms My dog was standing at my feet I felt the pressure on my shoulder on which I leaned against the door frame The neighbor's dog was chewing on a plastic container The sky was blue The traffic on the nearby highway droned A curl of cigarette smoke stung my eye Flying insects buzzed around in a cluster under a patch of sunlight The patio was littered with broken twigs and other debris I coughed several times All this and more in the short time I smoked a cigarette. Simply being is an adventure in the most common moments of life
A crow was flying along when it landed on a branch. As it sat, a smaller branch entered his bottom. He flapped his wings and squawked. He then proceeded to look about, to see if anyone had seen what had happened, and all he could see and hear was a load of other Crows bouncing on branches, flapping their wings and squalking...
the continual condition all up and down the avenues the people are in pain; they sleep in pain, they awaken in pain; even the buildings are in pain, the bridges, the flowers are in pain and there is nothing going to release it, release us; pain sits, pain floats, pain waits; pain is. the music is bad and the love and the script in this place now as I type this or as you read this in your place now. Charles Bukowski
I wondered lonely in a crowd That walks along both valleys and hills When all at once I saw a cloud Got connected with my tablet and paid my bills Sorry Bill Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image! Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
