The non-human creatures that share our space - Reality Based Community2024-03-29T01:42:02Zhttp://realbc.ning.com/forum/topics/the-nonhuman-creatures-that?feed=yes&xn_auth=nowhich brings
so much intense…tag:realbc.ning.com,2010-01-14:1497000:Comment:268162010-01-14T20:41:54.783ZMousehttp://realbc.ning.com/profile/EM
which brings<br />
<br />
so much intense insistent pressing of thoughts outwards like twigs on a old tree<br />
with her own main branches and spreading roots<br />
<br />
knowing so much I cannot say<br />
that is printed clear as day<br />
in the spreading branches<br />
of that tree which has not been pruned badly<br />
but is of good stature and form<br />
inhabiting a wide swathe of air<br />
being there and being here.<br />
<br />
Yet to tell the desolate story of destruction<br />
would not be fair or well,<br />
for I have seen otherwise<br />
and was told otherwise<br />
and did…
which brings<br />
<br />
so much intense insistent pressing of thoughts outwards like twigs on a old tree<br />
with her own main branches and spreading roots<br />
<br />
knowing so much I cannot say<br />
that is printed clear as day<br />
in the spreading branches<br />
of that tree which has not been pruned badly<br />
but is of good stature and form<br />
inhabiting a wide swathe of air<br />
being there and being here.<br />
<br />
Yet to tell the desolate story of destruction<br />
would not be fair or well,<br />
for I have seen otherwise<br />
and was told otherwise<br />
and did tell<br />
in the old days<br />
ten years ago.<br />
<br />
That angel, remember her, she who stepped out<br />
before me in clear day despite the dry filthy dust and the thunder of the cars,<br />
and swept her arm out<br />
so that we were in the same place as though a hundred years had passed<br />
and peacefulness and solitude were there, and grass upon the road.<br />
<br />
And in the buzz of the bees and the songs of the birds<br />
was she telling me that this is so.<br />
<br />
And here it is, in our hearts, to hold dear the paradise<br />
that is ours here and now in the day we bring upon the earth<br />
with our thoughts and deeds this very moment.<br />
So. I cannot abide the thought of…tag:realbc.ning.com,2010-01-14:1497000:Comment:268152010-01-14T20:05:36.053ZMousehttp://realbc.ning.com/profile/EM
I cannot abide the thought of being distracted from the great purpose of life,<br />
that sweet unfolding duty of surrender to the spirit I find on the back doorstep,<br />
which brings<br />
<br />
tell my dog it is alright to get excited when you're writing, she is so attentive<br />
to my thoughts,<br />
she leaps into my arms to comfort me althought she can't quite reach, being of modest height.<br />
So stands on her back legs and pushes her head against me,<br />
"Touch my head" she cries, "touch my head..."<br />
<br />
I touch her,<br />
and she…
I cannot abide the thought of being distracted from the great purpose of life,<br />
that sweet unfolding duty of surrender to the spirit I find on the back doorstep,<br />
which brings<br />
<br />
tell my dog it is alright to get excited when you're writing, she is so attentive<br />
to my thoughts,<br />
she leaps into my arms to comfort me althought she can't quite reach, being of modest height.<br />
So stands on her back legs and pushes her head against me,<br />
"Touch my head" she cries, "touch my head..."<br />
<br />
I touch her,<br />
and she instructs my fingers in the exact places to rub firmly<br />
as a young Iraqui boy, long ago in Baghdad, rubbed the lamp. It is a small thing but here,…tag:realbc.ning.com,2010-01-10:1497000:Comment:267872010-01-10T23:53:10.088ZMousehttp://realbc.ning.com/profile/EM
It is a small thing but here, as the thaw progresses, sparrows have emerged again from under their cover of snow. I thought they had died of cold. They were singing.
It is a small thing but here, as the thaw progresses, sparrows have emerged again from under their cover of snow. I thought they had died of cold. They were singing.