Bird brain dreams
It's Thors day . . . and the mailbox is attracting Strong Southerlies with connections to the great mysteries .
Earth Day is now everyday . . . Heather Cox Richardson suggests it should be . . .
When was the last time your doctor was taken out for dinner by big broccoli? It’s probably been a while.
If you put vitamins in a can of Classic Coca-Cola would it then become “good for you?”
The more one tries to control and measure the world, the more one experiences fear and apprehension. – Primoz Korelc Hiriko
Birds dream. Quite possibly that may be what it means to be alive.
Poetry connects us to the mystery. – Jack Kornfield
Poetry arrived in search of me.
I don’t know, I don’t know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don’t know how or when,
… there I was without a face
and it touched me.
… image of mystery,
I felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
… my heart broke free on the open sky.
– Pablo Neruda, Selected Poems, Delacorte Press, 1970
Everybody's wonderin' where they all came from . . .
Everybody's wonderin' where they're gonna go
When the whole thing's done.
But no one knows for certain
And so it's all the same to me
I think I'll jus' let the mystery be