OT ~ Welcome to Saturday Morning!
on swinging porch
where tin-dippers and
in cool touches
from hand dug wells.
Hell of a week, good to be here; morning's work inspired by writers of c99 in recent weeks, thank you.
Morning poetry/prose with music:
Our lives are so exorbitantly entwined inexorably we miss the magic.
Both personally and in communities, tribes and nations, the look is singular, first, inward, instead of outward; easily accepting the breeding after birth.
Add to this our collective falling prey to the over-rationalistic Western tendency in trying to fit everything into one great pattern dulling the soup and not stopping a painting, a canvas, until the colors run muddy, and, we ask, "why, oh why did i do that, pass go without arriving at the truth?"
So vivid, so simple, so alive, surrounding us in great oceans; yet, alone, we pitch on, camping out, camping in, until the end.
Taking heart, we have go; possessing the senses of same exorbitant evolution embedded like today's music; sharing the story inside.
“A day spent without the sight or sound of beauty, the contemplation of mystery, or the search of truth is a poverty-stricken day; and a succession of such days is fatal to human life.”
~ Lewis Mumford
The stage is yours!
Its a penguin kind of day/time, enjoy.
THE ECSTASY OF DANCING FLEAS
Southern Jukebox Music
if you've the time, stack the roundtable, placing needle down.
Live on British TV 1989