Every day, no matter how you fight it, you learn a little more about yourself, and all most of it does is teach humility.~John D. MacDonald
Cretins are the only humans who can be absolutely certain of their own sanity. All the rest of us go rocketing along rickety rails over spavined bridges and along the edge of bottomless gorges. The man who believes himself free of any taint of madness is a damned liar.~John D. MacDonald
I long to photograph this peaceful view,
the budding trees, reflective waters’ hue,
four golden goslings just hatched yesterday,
their worried parents watchful in the bay
but in the very softest silver dawn
a great blue heron claims the cove, the lawn.
I’m scribbling as motionless as I can.
He’s gorging here in wriggling minnow land.
One, two, they swim between his legs. We wait,
silent and still, the fully present state.
Awake, it’s 5:55. This open gate
pulled me from verbose automaton prate
to here and now. Fresh from the self-made tomb
the insights spinning though I haven’t moved.
Addictive patterns set in motion–plunge–
another morsel, his successful lunge
in pure intentional life a wake-up call:
foreswear games plum insane. Create it all.
Inspired by: Motion, Plum, Fresh and Verbose. Featured image had to wait until the heron finished breakfast, and make do with geese. Here’s the goslings who came back right as I was ready to hit “publish.”
And a little bit later, this great big new family came to visit!