Out the Blue

Out the Blue
You came to me
Blew away
Life's misery
Out the Blue
Life's energy
Out the Blue
You came to me.

Be Still.

Be Still

Landing on the Cheese

What a pathetic move
in a race to fly to space
we lit up room
and called it the moon.

new questions

What does the Moon do with the Light?
Do the Stars fall on the Moon?
Is there a flickering sound on a Star?
Does the Sun shower into pieces?

the tree and the rock

The rock sat beneath the tree
the tree hung over the rock
the rock asked the tree one day,
"can I stay here forever?"
The tree said, "you already have"
so the rock rolled away,
and the tree lost its leaves.

LIGHT.

The inexistance of light is called dark.
Light exists eternally.

Prison.

Life is a prison
When you have felt freedom
For freedom you will long for thereafter
Is it a feeling you seek without thinking
In the prison filled with laughter?


Georges I. Gurdjieff,
 A Westerner who went on this higher trip or at least on a large part of the trip, said:
               YOU DON'T SEEM TO UNDERSTAND
      YOU ARE IN A PRISON
              IF YOU ARE TO GET OUT OF THE PRISON
              THE FIRST THING YOU MUST REALIZE IS:
     YOU ARE IN A PRISON 
        IF YOU THINK YOU'RE FREE YOU CAN'T ESCAPE           

For the Good of Mankind.

When life slows down and charity speeds up.

Finally! Something Good in the News! Veterans Discover Allure of Jobs in Western Wilderness

Veterans Discover Allure of Jobs in Western Wilderness - NYTimes.com

Inspiration.

Inspiration is to remember all the tracks that we've layed which roll on behind us in an august dust rain, and the clean wind of clarity that blows right through our life to show us the connection bridge to a sunny eternity, when we thank for each day.





"Regret and fear are twin thieves who would rob us of today."
                                  -A good line from a poem by Robert Hastings entitled 'The Station', sent to me from my sister.


"Humiliation is good. It means you believe in something."
                                  -A great line from a song by Billy Callahan entitled, "Fool's Lament"

Sin la Politica!

Something ethereal and unclassifiable must emerge in order to change the hearts of all humans who believe that the economic system of private ownership is working for the good of the hearts of mankind. Then ! will we experience true peace and the potential of nature helping man survive.

This Present Child.

Like a child I stare at the new world.
My snake skin past shed.
The wool accepted on my eyes.
As a flock of endless forgiveness and love.
For who can agree to be humble
that who builds pillars of grumble.
A weight removed and a patient wait rooted.
I float in the endless atoms of time.
A traveler in this present of mine.

Sober.

sun sober right
blind did by the light
hero fruit wheel bell
wave hello goodnight

Rumi

"Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it."
— Rumi

DAY 4 & 5

DAY 4
This is one of my favorite video clips because it's daylight. About 6am in the morning the deer came back for breakfast just after the sun came up.

DAY 5
Night 5 was a busy one! Lots of footage. This time I left "food" out for the animals. Corn husks, pop corn, salad.  But it's interesting how apprehensive the deer are when something is different at their salt lick. Watch. ..Sorry for the hazy images, it was a dewy night.

The Night Vision Camera

Rain is pouring from white sky here today in northern Minnesota. I watch it from a window. Fog seems to be steaming out of the trees and hanging in the air. Today is a day when you could either stay in and "putz", as they say here, or throw a poncho on and continue work outside. For now, I'm enjoying the window.

Wildlife in northern Minnesota is ABUNDANT! In this Coniferous Forest you can see all sorts of animals everywhere you go. Dead, or alive and well. The assortment of species is a long list, but for my experiment I am focusing mainly on deer, muskrat, squirrel, grouse, porcupine, raccoon, bear and cat.

For the past week I have been setting up an outdoor night vision camera. Designed mostly for hunters, it is camouflage and waterproof in a hard plastic shell with long strap in the back for attachment to trees and such. The actual model is a Moultrie Game Camera.

The land I'm on is rich with greens, berries and vegetation. In the middle of the plot is a large gardening area. Outside of the garden a Salt Lick was placed in the grass. Each night I've mounted the camera in different places, but the most animal movement was caught when it was mounted facing the salt lick. So far I haven't left any other "food" out for the animals. My goal is catch footage of a bear on the property, and thus far have only captured deer...cool, nonetheless!

DAY 1

The first time I used the camera, a raccoon was getting into the garden shop and eating the cat food and bird seed and making a big mess. So that's where the idea of using a night vision camera came from. Although, I never caught footage of the raccoon! Only Gracie here, about to hop up on her bench.

Wait a minute!!! I DID spot the raccoon!!!

                       HA! I joke. This is Mrs. M. in an example of what night vision shots look like.


DAY 2                     
                                   And here is Minnesota's Whitetail Deer enjoying the salt lick.
                          


DAY 3

                                              Can you guess what this animal could be??

 

      This is what seems to be the family Woodchuck, Charlie. He doesn't come around much anymore since the cats have stood guard. He can be a pesky bastard who likes to eat the wood foundation of the garden shop and make the crawl space his toilette. However, even though they are normally not noctural, this could be a black squirrel.


     Below is the video I captured...

                                         There ARE fireflies in Minnesota!! These are not them.

                                                       An example of night vision video.

                                                                 "Deer in the headlights."

                                             SASQUATCH????!!!

                                                               :) ...more to come.

                                                           

I Will Understand

minnesota.

Land of 10,000 lakes and 4 fish.

Food.

Fasting is necessary to reboot your body. Fruits and Vegetables are the foods for humans to eat. Everything else is to be eaten with meticulous moderation and caution.

"You can pick all the flowers, but you cannot stop the Spring." -Pablo Neruda

I must try to remember this... because I don't want to pick all the flowers, I only wish to be glad they grow for us to see.

"...like the deserts miss the rain."

"Dislodging a green nut from a shell is almost impossible, but let it dry and the lightest tap will do it." -               Ramakrishna

Like seeds sown on cement, nothing grows when the sower throws his seeds in thorns.

Simple words from a simpleton.

What is the use in ridiculous word fragments
the way I feel?
doesn't make a difference
I can't carry on
pretending I feel fine
I'm a man with a shattered heart
No day is as good as the days were
I work and sweat through each day waiting...
Today I am not a poet
or someone who doesn't know that
I'm a simple man
without.

Deliverance from the Wicked

The wicked hath no path;
in the sight of angels,
they crackle like dry wood in fire.

Their path is laid only by tongue;
spitting snares like a web.
The wickedness charms
and waits to strike;
you can feel it in the air.

Although snare and bite and charm,
and trick and bait disarm;
my cloak is hidden,
and what you cannot see cannot be moved;
cannot be penetrated or changed.

Know the wicked hath no path
in the way of the truth,
it also hath no lie,
that can't be seen or heard;
to the angel, all is seeable.

The trick of the wicked,
is to trap the angels;
to maul their wings,
to blot out their vision of light,
to make them lose consciousness of the feeling of wind.

It is with an uncertain spirit,
could then an angel be disturbed;
like a wounded man,
the angel can be dragged down,
to almost human levels.
But by the pit of a heart,
does flow the light of angels;
and the love of that heart,
is the endurance against the wicked,
and the consciousness of a soul,
in love with something pure.

   

Postcard Series

I Collect Postcards. Old and New. Used, Blank and Written On Too.

 

                                                                                                  

                                                   

Svoju Boju.

The leaves on the branch have never lost their color
I thought it was a symbol
I cut the branch
for us to know
and the leaves have not let their red color go.

..And the wisest whale
gathers its share
heavy with answers
drops to the deep ocean floor.

A Father to His Children.

Every chance that appears to you
is a test of what you'll do
and if sometimes your dreams come true
chances will be the proof.

Every chance that appears to you
is a test of what you'll do
and if all your dreams just fade
chances too will do the same

Every chance that appears to you
is a test of what you'll do
and if all your dreams sink like a plunging stone
chances are you're not alone

Every chance that appears to you
is a test of what you'll do
and if all your dreams collide
remember the test at every sunrise

Music tickles my soul
I wrote a song for you
Didn't you hear
It said, where you go
I"ll be there.

Sometimes, the worst thing about war is not dying, but trying to survive the wreckage of change, for the rest of your life.

Old Pecan Tree

the old house is making strange noises. the old tree in the pecan field is dead. she's long been stripped bare of all her limbs. her lean arches from high above the houses. though her stretch has withered frail. there hasn't been enough rain. only but the old telephone wire tied to the edge of the old house is holding her from falling. breaking and crashing in half. the old wind forces her to rely on the old telephone wire completely. if she goes there may be a great fire. just above the old telephone wire is the new power line currently buzzing. teeming electricities. if she goes she'll snap that new power line like an old rubber band. but the old pecan tree in the pecan field balances on a tight wire. it groans in strain and weakness unable to be nothing more than helpless. no one wants to see her go, nor endure the inevitable anymore. the old pecan could not help her crooked stand or her resilient rings. the old tree had been there and seen many things. her hips once bore fruit. her limbs once had branches that leaves grew from. green leaves that loved the wind and rain and sun.

the Mustard Bus . 1975 - 2009

What a pretty gal!

My Grandmother, Violet Kurilla circa 1930

I FOUND THIS RECENTLY. SOMETHING I WROTE ON THE BACK OF A BUSINESS CARD YEARS FROM NOW...

All that Love.

All that I opened
all that I began
all that I discovered
all that I am
you are
if you see
your heart
like a tree
All that I muscled
all that I bruised
all that I bore forth
all that,
you conceal
nothing but
the purest bow
at your service
not too proud
all that strength
all that endurance
all that weight
all that wait
all that time
all that proof
all that solitude
attitude, graditude and spruce
all that unending
all that faith
all that carefulness
all that fate
all that I
all that me
all that you
all that need
all that youth
all that age
all that trying
all that proof
all that work
all that press
all that ink
all that stress
all that distraction
all that forget
all that distance
all that regret
all that redemption
all that hope
all that acceptance
all that cope
all that forgiveness
all that soap
all that explanation
all that truth
all that perfection
all that use
all that compassion
all that void of
all that labor
all that love.

Oliver's Dreams

My dreams are like balloons
my dreams are like cacoons
my dreams are like rain
like sun, like day, like night, like moon
my dreams are passing
through a room
over houses
up the stairs
like woven baskets
thrown in the air
my dreams are the weather of the mind
is it time ticking time
or knots of emotion
or nothing at all
just floating
on clouds of water
my dreams are.

hammertooth beatin heart

Why did Ciken cross the road
Why did Ciken go?
Why did Cik go cross the ocean
Why did Cik jump to a notion?

For the Ciken and the Cik of course!
For the Ciken and the Cik of course, my horse!

For how did the horse become this plan?
For did the horse who wore a bore
scratch his feet into the sand?
Did he ride molasses shores to wait
upon the milky land?

Did his hooves dry up and crack,
did his coat fall from his back
For the Ciken and the Cik,
when they did meet the horse
they tripped!
And everyone they met from then
had one foot stuck in the sand
and one eye dented,
and some teeth bent
They came with their own shine,trend and speech
From way down south,
to the north
to the west
to the east
Different rhymes but
still a beat.


Some lifetimes away from a coffee shop in early morning ritual and walking bliss and gray scale outcasts, you stopped tormenting. You stopped riveting yourself into stagger. You forgot about it. Canned the lime light. Ran with the motion sickness bubbled in fizzing delight. No one that seeks to be lonely, receives more than lonliness. As no one that seeks to be happy, finds more than happiness.

Sitting by a river can roll your mind.
And if you put your hand in to touch the water
You've already done good.

Maybe a man's own words can make him crazy
if he repeats them enough.

Maybe all the corners of the lands are bleeding because it's time.

Maybe sentiment only comes from the lack of reality.

I miss my best friend...

There's A Helicopter Over My House...What If

*The government is using television analog signal to spy. Transfering personal information/code/national security data/local data currents, etc.,
via scramble television.
-What is the scramble we see?
Is it electrical emptiness?
Is it a river of flickering light through glass?
-It is not, nothing.
-It is, something.
The sound of a scrambled obselete black and white television,
has patterns.. .. ..
And breaks_ - - _ -And beeps, and buzzes and hums and fuzzes and screeches, hisses and revolves, like a motor's idle, like a helicopter, like a motorboat running in the water. It crackles and pops, it has a haunting time-numbing whirl that's coming through a tunnel.
-Sometimes you think you hear people talking
in the vast ocean analog waves
-All those waves! Unused? Unattributed? Obselete television channels. The numbers on the dial don't mean anything now.