Ode to the Rumi I want to know

Pass through closed doors,

the forest is in the trees.

From within the woods

find the sheltering clearing

surrounding you in a dance.



Expose yourself, bare yourself, free yourself.

Only from standing upon

the broadest meadows

and highest passes

will the mountains come to you.



You may try to double back

to retrace a path,

see what remains.

But the rocks and logs and streams

will be transformed anew for you.



Stretch and open wider

than your physical form

knows how to do.

Catch what you cannot see…. envisioning.

A fish won’t bite the fly when it is looking at you!

So Tired

Shut down.
Slip into
a shallow slide
under your sternum.
hide in a corner.
unseen, and
unheard,
if you breathe slowly
enough
so that
no one will know.
sigh under the stars.
those heavenly
embers attracting
and soothing
as they die their radiant death
before the swirling
tendrils of smoke
snuff out.

-just one of those days, surrounded by people, work, and noise.  Too tired to feel in the end.  Tomorrow is another day!

Go to the mountain. Friday 55 non-fiction

Breathless, each stair,


the vision’s so clear.



Painful ascent wracks ribcage,

setting pace, atmosphere engaged.



Alpine carpets off-trail:

buckwheat, sage inhaled.



Waterfalls’ silver-orb strands

streaming through hands.



Ripple-mirrored lakes'

moonlit fish-wakes.

River’s rush

conjures sleeper’s hush.



Reawaken with a gusting slap

against the tent-fly flap.



Come to the mountain for air,

to breathe, to care.

Wordless Weds. = Tuesday toes in Monache Wilderness

south fork of Kern River, after 700+ feet climb backpacking

clean at last, from Monache Meadow to 8800 feet

from tentsite sunset approaches, Golden Trout await

bathtime

blistered, don't hike in new boots, our biologist demonstrated....

Wordless Weds. = Tuesday toes in Calif.

Wordless Wednesday (not so wordless!):    For the Salinans, no name for their own people exists. We live in the nameless lands of mysterious native peoples, now extinct. From the valley of bears, to the cerros of volcanoes, the Cholame creek of steelhead trout, to dragon lakes, and the seco rivers forming man-made lakes.
"Yokuts":   is all we are told…..

east or west, waterskier or swimmer, 85 degrees is unusually cool for August

What will we be named….?




(Tuesday Toes is my version
of travelog, beginning
during a trip
to New York City in 1993......
foot in foreground photos,
instead of the friend's
portait-bust
framed in foreground. 
Feel free to send posts
of your own
Sister/Brotherhood
of the Traveling Toes)

Sunday 160 My A.D.D. Brain:

Brain snapshot,

shot put,

pin ups, push ups,

upshot, down turn,

tuner dial, turnstile,

stylus, toner,

tone deaf, dead cold,

coal chute, crap shoot,

crop shot,

snapshot.

55 Flash: My Quicksilver Life

Living on Quicksilver edges:

Unicorn spikes of twisted zin

pierce steamy meringue skies

A mossy jade cove

grips a quartz goblet bay

Tangible alabaster rods slide

into evanescent magnesium mists

Slate-shaded hills back

glistening serpentine grasses

Black cows munch clover

beside waxen white beehives

Steely spider-net trees

frame charcoal expanses

Lichen-laden branches
drip dark mink.

-This is a poem in 55 words exactly, a challenge hosted by fellow blogger, Mr. Knowitall, HERE

If you post one, let him know and visit one other 55!

Too Kind

-

Which imposing
idiot idol said
chauvinistically,
"Love is kind?"

-when love is turned
into a raging joke,
and one to
"never mind"?

Which imposing
idiot idol said
patriarchal,
"Love is blind?"

-when a mother sees
her "babe", no longer
nor will he let on,
nor turn to hug her?

Are a mother's
arms on the wane,
if young shoulders
broaden to a man?

Are a mother's
songs too queer
for his tuned,
sophisticated ear?

Are a mother's
teats too hard
to be a spouse,
to be a bard?

Are a mother's
hands too weak
to thrust her teen
to the passenger seat?

Are a mother's
eyes too blind
to love even when
they're closed,
in kind?

tuesday toes: THIS LITTLE PIGGY

I've been here, have you?

Kim , my distant traveling companion, 

sent these for travelog. 

This week we go to Seattle.

I have been to Pike's Place market, and the

Space Needle

with the foot photo.  (Pre-digital photography)

I invite you fellow travelers to send your version of Wordless Wednesday, my answer:  Tuesday Toes. 

Let me know if you have a phoot photo worthy of your travels this week.

My alternative to  the typical portrait shot of a head and shoulders. et cetera.  for the last 17 years.

THIS LITTLE PIGGY WENT TO MARKET