On the way to Mendenhall II

Here is my response:

Taste 40,000 spruce needles
And the blood
of dying glaciers

Sip an aspen leaf-
Thousand pebble,
Superpotentized
Homeopathic

A manfly
is drawing precious fluid
from the mountain's artery

Consciousness
is water ever-fresh
Use it
to wash away any stain

On the way to Mendenhall

My friend lives out of town & has no running water. She must draw it from a wild stream. The water has the freshest, most exhilarating taste I have ever experienced. She wrote me this poem:

i met you for the second time
plastic bucket walled with ice
hanging from the stark willow hand
above a now thickened rectangular entry
that someone chopped out in haste (or care)
it may really not have mattered to them
just to get your water
but as long as i say thanks.

different than the first time
more vehicle tracks and another scoop show your use
many layers of snow and spilt water
making it hard to reach within the depths
on my knees plunging a five gallon jug
with not yet frozen hands
and I wonder if I'll be able to come to you again,
Stony Creek?

A wonderful quote

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
-Mark Twain

In a space, relieving myself of fever whispering dreamy limits.
Destitutely being swept along, not for long, living to be in service, appreciated, indeed.
Money matters most, in situations like people breaking bones and cutting beauty for fear like panicked eyes, ear to ear, teeth-baring, salive spitting howels because the darkness is attacking. I don't know and I don't know. Scaring the children into scaring the children.
I can feel filthy; pleasant conversations vainly radiating liberal sensations of mock understanding, skin-deep is what is creating.
For fear of life? For fear of trifling? For loving addictions, satisfying ones own pleasant predictions in mock religion? For wasting.
And yet wisdom, age-old; behold facets manifold gained through pain of unknowing. Being the mind-blowing, mindfully not knowing.
Walking brightly, while blindly going.

What's Going On?????

I heard from someone on the street
That a friend of mine is in jail
For stabbing her daughter's father
In the chest and the groin.

From this decision she made
Imagine the reprecussions
Ripples spreading
Through me, you too have been impacted
By what you've just read.

Actions spring from thoughts
Everythought matters
Everyword creates
And the whole world's screaming.

From one couple
A whole tribe is created
One little lie
Soon becomes an ocean of lies...
And one good word
Brightens the universe.

originally posted by Perfection of the Static

Post number one

The first of a collaboration concept. Whatever may be, may be. (kay sirrah sirrah...)