108 BB season..world series..

to a close..
ah! sigh ~ i can write again..
without  concern that i'll spill
the beans about safeco,
or the mariners,
or the inner dynamics of local baseball..

and now all hallow's eve..
all saints
all souls
samhain

we begin again..
the celtic new year..
auspicious timing..
for the harvest is in..
(the giants in 4)

the long wait for spring training
soup on the stovetop
wet noses and toes
applesauce

flame apples

little hot apples of fire,
burst out of the flaming stem
of my heart,
i do not understand how you quickened and grew,
and you amaze me
while i gather you.

i lay you, one by one,
upon a table.
and now you seem beautiful and strange to me,
and i stand before you,
wondering.
- amy lowell

GO MARINERS!

take me out
to the ball game -
take me out
to the crowd..
buy me some peanuts
and crackerjack -
i don't care if
I never get back
so
let's root, root, root
for the home team..
if they don't win
it's a shame ~
for it's
one,
two,
three
strikes you're out
at the olde ball game!

done!

i think i'm done..
writing for public consumption..
true confessions on the net..
dribbles of this and that
that amount to not a whole heckava lot..

.......at least for here and now....

and then..
walking down 1st avenue..
a fella with a tee-shirt that says:
i love my mommy
makes me want to start all over again..

and now..
'tis time to pray in another way..
more still, more solitary..
greatful to all who have read the lines
and the in-between-ness too..


you must go through the way in which you are not.
and what you do not know is the only thing you know
and what you own is what you do not own
and where you are is where you are not.

love is most nearly itself
when here and now cease to matter.
~ t. s. eliot

w/o a trace

no history

in the age when life on earth was full,
no one paid attention to worthy men,
nor did they single out the man of ability.

rulers were simply the highest branches on the tree,
and the people were like deer in the woods.

they were honest and righteous without realizing
that they were doing their duty.
they loved each other and did not know
that this was love of neighbor.
they deceived no one yet they did not know
that they were people to be trusted.
they were reliable and did not know
that this was good faith.
they lived freely together - giving and taking,
and did not know that they were generous.
for these reasons their deeds have not been narrated.
they made no history.
~ chuang tzu

holydaze ~
a time of reflection..
moon in water
re-dux/re-view our actions..
simply behaving simply
re-fining our humane-ness
polishing our sacred-ness
holymoly ~

w/o a trace

this day

today, now, this is when
we can meet the friend,
now, as the sun comes up.

~ rumi

fool-ish

fool's day ..here and gone..
moon fulling or is it?
has it?
will it?

fooling around..
in the shower ~
cherry blossoms under foot
churning blushing buttermilk froth
the moon laps it up..

it all happens exactly as it is

rise and fall
breath bellied up to the bar
a tall cool one

may i never know enough to consider myself wise...

ALL WE ARE HERE TO DECIDE IS WHAT TO DO
WITH THE TIME THAT IS GIVEN US...
~ gandalf

love me do

o my o
the beatles..
listening to them
twist and shout
my heart goes pop!
and ..
i want to hold your hand..
realizing of course,
that you can't buy me love..
tho' i feel fine
it's been a hard day's night
and help!
eight days a week..i'm thinking..
am i ready for a boyfriend?
~ all you need is love ~
or do i want to be a paperback writer?
hey jude
with a ticket to ride
we can work it out
and come together..
yesterday, i would have said let it be
and today in my life,
something in the way you move..
not as lonely as eleanor rigby on penny lane
not ready for a day tripper ~
it's the long and winding road
riding the yellow submarine with
lady madonna into the sea of love
all i have to say..
hello, goodbye

listen up..from me to you
get back and be present..
timeless..
the beatles..
she loves you !!