This word is found sometimes as a startling announcement..
What you are looking for is here now and has never not been
Already anywhere you really looked..
It is the disappearance of what you thought you were looking for..
And an amazement that the fleeting something for which you looked
Could not be reached and grasped and soon eluded even your looking..Already it was an appearance of That for which you were really looking...

For some~~

It is time for Advent

That special season of waiting

For a birth in a storied event..

Incarnation it is called..with a

Child arriving to save us from

Sins construed as so messy..

Re-contemplating that

Child.. recalling our own  

Innocence..before our many

Journeys to far places

Seeking in messiness

Our illusive Innocence..

Until..with joyful Surprise

A discovery..at journey's end:

From our Innocence

We have never departed...!

this marking
in time
need be placed
in stark contrast to
shared communion
of no beginning
no end..

yet this day
and other markings
stimulate our
remembering..
lighted candles
bring communion
to our moment...

of flavor
in an A-ha moment..
at these differences
we smile.. :)
fractals are about
similarity and difference..
connectedness rules..

Let us inquire
of the similarity
in the bursts above..
all similarities
find Torus shape..
Torus is formula
iterating creating all
differences we find..

On a vertical column
curved surface surrounds
a hidden black hole..
at a Point
black hole turns white..
now our bursts
all are as One..

The Torus needs
motivation to move
arousal and stimulation
below and above..
all this Similarity
iterates the differences
so striking we see..

More differences now:
succulent juices
pulses and flow
DMT liquid light..
all these differences..
really..?
we smile again.. :)

A breeze with a
chilling edge
contrasting a cliffside's
bright reflection
a passing appearance
of warmth of the sun..
the flowing breeze
cold boulders another
downward flowing
from some
early eruption..

this afternoon walk
surveying my notes
suggestions of descent..
sunlit high cliffs  
wearing shadows of pines..
streaked cloud patterns
joining bare branches
pressing downward
this merging of lines..

descent of the leaves
all fell in past weeks
now grinding to dust
by cycles and feet..
and then
an encircling band
the sunset
red horizon all around
without hesitation
ringing the town..

November descends
this once more...

finding this morning
awareness of loss
the obituary entry
this physical sense..
those lesser deaths
portrayed as loss
fill electronic news..
Approaching loss
or loss Approaching..?
loss seems woven
into our fabric..
our morning Nutrition:
approaching is longing
to locate disclosures
of buried light
under the garments
we wear...

Crepuscular rays
science name for beauty
filtered Light...


Two weak sprinklers
coaxing green from dry blades
desert futility...?  


Steady wind blows
roars in tree branches
motor noise amplifies...


Blue paint droppings
pavement lines and splotches
patterns imagined...


Breathless biker
yield passage on steep path
shared success...?


Uprooted tree
branches to sky reach out
same questions...?


Bright setting light
yucca spears dead and alive
both reflect...


Dead logs
piled and waiting
tree dust...

Wordsworth words
are recalled:
about our birth
and sleep and forgetting
the arising of appearance
of separation..
Our separation declared
as real and we are taught
without remembering
the simple I Am
of our birth
the uncut root
of who we are..
Then to school
and reinforcement of
limits and partitions
which we become..
We seem to get along
but on occasion
evil enters our focus
and our questions..
Then the possibility
of hope and grace
a Remembering...

when art looks to objects
a tedium is experienced
despite displays rendering
temporary pleasures..

the displays portray
exterior as exterior
polishing the world
but retaining separation
as we wear again
dark cultural blinders..

let us become artists
and carry with us
our tools of expression
and yet more:  the lens
of Awareness as we
permit that Awareness
to absorb the tools
and the expression...

so below..
this recipe
seems as for
all of life..
Pausing
to recognize
above and below
both belong to
this moment's
Self identity..
regrets of past
worries of future
these Surprise
ingredients in
our best
Recipe...

go for a saunter
not a walk
advised John Muir..
a walk may have
a goal or destination
with distances
measuring a path..
a saunter
is not this path
'tho the path
may be identical..
a saunter is about
being aware
in larger sense
and noting the
feet treading
and mountains
rising within...

so small
yet with unfolding
possibilities as
a cyprus a redwood..
similarity with storied
chicken and egg..
some say
the vast universe
simply a seed
one more example..
an ovoid shape
with energy flow..
not excluding ourselves
clothed in our
magnetic shell..
might we all
stay at home
seeing all
right here...?

imaginations
when left adrift
sometimes
lose a grounding
essential to health..
how might these
far flung meanderings
be grasped
and tempered within..?

when we Associate..
delightful similarities found
those differences also..
unities spring forth
somehow easing
anxieties of living..
stress retreats
and released health
trickles in...

A haiku flash
this new toy at ready
dullness shatters...


Moment of violence
suddenness in tranquil field
deeper field prevails...


Unusual fog today
reminder of sameness in all
differences jump...


Sublime distant Peak
parking lot autos..light poles
constrictions disappoint...


Evening news
connects screaming dots
so few dots...

Over the centuries
a transforming logo
promoting and shaping
our dance with coffee..
a seafaring birth
fifteenth century siren
exposed and sensuous
twin-tailed mermaid..
her seductive history
reached to Seattle
with nautical theme..
one lasting effect
many centuries told
with modified modesty
her crown remains..
this enduring connection
upper and lower
crown and creation
transcends the coffee..
the logo reminds us:
senses through time
stimulate and attract
crowned light above...

this American crossroads
on a cold winter night..
parallel people observed
their laptops and smartphones
foci of isolated attention
connecting to elsewhere..
no central cheer
as might be conjured
in older places with
a warm central stove..
coffee art on the wall
seemed stagnant ignored..
youthful waiters serve up
Gold Coast Joe
Blonde Roast
to customers soon to
sit down and withdraw..
headlines in the NYT rack
reports political struggles
parallels of scale..
a barrenness..
these are parallel times...

a lifelong pursuit
to be free
enough
for expanded
awareness
in the place
we now stand..
this seems our
foremost quest..

attachment grows
surreptitiously
as a virus ensnares
covers and compresses
until we cry out..
if stillness is gained
a tall stranger
centered nearby
unnoticed until now
watches our torment..

watching
is found quite
enough
to loosen the bonds..
new awareness locates
that fullness
we are intended
to find...