Category Archives: Flying
Tag, I’m It
Birds play tag:close-drill flitting,chasers suddenly chasedat the flick of a feather.I laugh;my mind flips like they do,but without their agility.I am honored to watch,bathed in their game,humored with their compassion. (photo: avopix.com)
The Lift
Birds, pilots, sailors… all look for lift Artists do too It is the physics of magic (guitar: getold.com; hawk: geol.umd.edu) Inspired by: T Bone Burnett’s AmericanaFest Keynote Address
Posted in communication, Consciousness, Flying, Joy, Music, Poetry, Uncategorized, Universe
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Tagged humanity, imagination, life, magic, poem, writing
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Surely Blue
The horizon is bright, high, blue and white, features hidden in layers of cotton. Where I live you cannot see this blue from the ground, the variations of it, the transition from bright to dark and back. I think I … Continue reading →