OK, today was brain drain day It is a day I can not completely wake up. It is also the kind of day where the mind will not stop,and the body has no get up and go. Then 20 minutes later the body wants to go but the mind is back half asleep. I spent some time on the back porch with eyes closed soaking up nature I even had a robin on the railing talking to me. I tried to hard to understand so I could not understand. I decxided to go for a drive to clear everything. I probably should not have. 1st stop for gas. Ok. Take a drive out to Woodcock Lake. Look for some fresh scenery. None at the dam. None at the upper boat ramp. None at the causeway. So I will drive over to Lake Tamarack. Still no luck in clearing the head or waking the body. Return home, cook dinner, eat, wash dishes, watch some tv. 2 hours later, start laundry, put Socks outside for a bit. Ashley calls me to the kitchen... she asks.. did I put gas in the truck? ..... ayup... some how I forgot to replace the gas cap..... I should not have gone for the drive. Since my mind is clouded I have no poem of my own what I am posting is not necessarily poetry but a way of being to clear the mind I got cought on the sky

..Know your mind as the sky

Allow everything to pass on through

The clouds, the lightening, the wind

All of it, even the blue itself

See and hear what ever arises.

But do not grasp at anything

Do not even get cought on the sky

..

Zen Master

Ji Aoi Isshi

I Walk the Shore of A Lake

..

I walk the shore

Of a lake

Past fishermen

Casting line and bait

 

Watching bobbers, watching

Poles and lines....

Do they see what I see?

Do they hear what I hear?

 

With walking staff

In silence I pass

with inner smiles....

My shadow leads the way

 

Over rocky shore and

Tree root

My path is blocked

I wait....

Goose and goslings

feed and play

I lean on my staff

My shadow rests....

 

To wooded path

I can finally pass...

Hide and seek among
 the trees....

my shadow plays

 

Stopped by fallen tree

I must return,

Retrace my steps...

My shadow follows

 

I walk the shore of a

Lake

Past fishermen casting

Line and bait...

 

Do they see what I see?

Do they hear what I hear?

Fathers day, Awoken at 5:30 in the morning Dogt wanted out. Crawled back into bed, Finally up at 10, washed last nights dishes to cook breakfast. Went from eating to yard work. Cut grass, raked grass, Got the weed eater working Ashely did the edging and trimming. I moved some gravel that got rearranged this past winter. Grilled chicken for dinner....yummy. I took a walk to the back side of Tamarack. This is where the blog ends tonight. I have the start of a new poem. .. I walked the shore of a lake...... I hope to hae it posted Monday night

Sunday is a cloudy, drizzly damp day. Yesterday was a different story. my yard received a face lift. I guess both girls got tiered of looking at the wild overgrowth of bushes and weeds that I could not get to in the short hours after work. Kim and Ashley did a great job. Thank you. Since it is a yucky day, Ashley and I went to the movies. We saw the remake of Karate Kid. Finally a remake that stands alone and is as good at the original. The poem today I wrote in 2008.

Day of Rain

..

Grey shadowed day

Of summer rain

At morning break

Natures cantors bless

Mornings rise

..

A drop of rain

A drop of life,

Cleans my soul

A summers day of

Blessing rain

..

Sun sets on

Grey shadowed day

Natures cantors bless

Passing day

And

Coming night

..

ccd

Sunday June 6, Anniversary of D-Day in WW2. Last Sunday was Memorial day. Concord, Lexington, Arlington, Normandy, Verdun, Guadal Canal. Gettysburg. Pearl Harbor. Across the years, across this country, across the globe cemeteries came into being. Names long forgotten save for the writing on a tomb stone. Todays poem a little thanks to those that gave the most.

A Field of White Flowers

..

A lone dogwood stands in a field.

In'75 tilled,

The field of white flowers

First cleared for sowing

That year

..

T'was April 19th of '76

Eight seeds of white

First were planted

..

The fathers of my father

A bill of sale written for the land

Each name of ownership in red is written.

Hold sacred the seeds For the children of my children The words are told

..

Year upon year, heat or cold

Many are called to work this field

Each year of toil, curses and woe, watered with blood,

Brings sorrow songs of my mothers, mothers

..

For the children of my children

The field of white flowers

Continues to grow

..

In '61 Blue and Grey shadowed the land

For the children of my children

Storm and fire cast more seed

The field of white flowers

Harvest is grown

..

In '17 to help some friends

More land was bought and cleared

For the children of my children

The field of white flowers

Had to grow

..

This is the last they said

We hear your mother's song of tears

We know the cost in watering with

Blood of father and son

No more land tilled

No more seeds will be sowed

..

In '42 friends came asking

More seeds ordered

More land is bought and cleared

The bill is tallied, the sorrows grow

For the children of my children,and

The children of others I am told

..

In '51 it was called the Red Death

Winds from the East

Scattered more

The field of white flowers grew some more

..

In '58 we started the wall

For the children of others

The bill of sale tallied again

Another pound of seed

..

In '90 to the desert

We returned

..

Why do we plant the seeds we're asked

To do what is right for those that can't

The same as he,

Who climbed the dogwood that many years past.

"Forgive them Father"he cried.

..

4 Million plus seeds are planted now

For the children of my children

The garden grows

..

What price?

A pound of seed.

What rewards?

..

ccd 2009