Saturday, October 30, 2010

lost skateboards, blowing leaves of autumn, asleep in a field.


the warmth of the summer sun was on its last legs in the city of toronto and alone, i lay on green grass, surrounded by windswept autumn leaves, brilliant in their glorious shades of fall. the wind blew across my brow, eyes closed, clouds floating across cities and towns, through provinces and counties, no borders to stop these puffs of marsh mellow glory. the blue sky, the tree tops, the clouds of fluff was all that i had framed, my head covered in grass, ants and other small park creatures, exploring most happily my dome of curls, the proximity, mind was close to the earth, touching it.

meditating on a spinning globe, contemplating a relocation of current realities, watching skateboards roll to their deaths, listening to sly and the family stone, reflecting on what is seen in a pond of stillness,...

past and present, today and tomorrow, summer to fall to winter to spring and back...

this is the indian ocean, off the coast of south africa, on the trail from port st. john's to coffee bay, spring 2004.

love and health to all...

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

october corn...


october makes me think about corn. yes truth, here in northeastern north america, the sweetest of sweet corn is ripe and ready mid-summertime. but late october is the time of year i think much about corn of different colors and dry husks, beautiful they are hanging ornamental...

these daze have got me working in a zone of typing concentration, transcribing interview after interview, countless hours of typing which never seem to end. it's a good way to stay focused as falling leaves, ornamental corn and changing seasons got me meditating on never-ending thoughts of existence and happiness, orbiting and daydreaming through streetcar journeys, wind blown bicycle rides and trees of autumn reincarnating into their birthday suits, from green to red to yellow to soil.

the aravali hills (a few hours from udaipur), rajasthan, autumn 2000.

love and health to all...

Friday, October 22, 2010

from grapes to wine...


the liberation of my disappearance and my disappearing act was miraculous in the sense that it took quite some time to accomplish and more than i thought, the temptation to not vanish, poof! like fog, was harder than i had ever imagined.

no, the disappearance had nothing to do with the curly locks i lost this morning under the scissors of an elderly barber from calabria. nor was the vanishing act related to the misplacement of anything tangible and loved on this fair earth. though perplexed i have been over those emotions as well, but alas, that's another story and one for the birds and the bees only.

it was just that i had vanished, houdini-esque in our modern world. it was a coup and one that allies and i had whispered about in cafes from connaught place to the hungarian pastry shop. it was a silent coup, without fanfare, without an announcement (though one, naturally, had been pondered). no, this vanishing act was reinforcement that yes! i am human on this earth! a living and breathing being that resides in the city streets of the world, one who shields himself from rain under forest ferns and a man with bones and muscles, a heart and a mind. that is me, one to meet outside under the stars, on subway platforms, jumping from cliffs into lakes, reading novels in cafes and sitting beside fires on braided rivers of the world.

and then on the cusp of sleep on my bed of hay, i wondered, admittedly with vain, if anyone would wonder if i had died...

these are grapes right after the harvest on a finca outside of san juan, argentina...

love and health to all...

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

caution... the road is wet...


sometimes i sit and wonder how we get to where we are...

do we choose our journey? or is our journey chosen for us?

these are difficult questions and philosophers have been asking these same questions since the beginning...

certainty is something we can never count on. today is a blessing and tomorrow is a gift.

happiness and health are the highest of high. and i think that sometimes the road is rocky and uneven and in those daze of sorrow, one thing can be sure, happiness is right around the corner, sometimes new and other times in forms reincarnated fully bright and renewed...

love and health to all...

Monday, October 04, 2010

Ode to the Night Watchman


In the cold of the night, the watchman sits and watches the land. He is cold, he is tired, but he perseveres.

Nothing is awake in the brisk night besides the watchman himself. The land is silent and then the birds begin to sing.

The night watchman is awake and the cold wind is biting. He is the silent brother, the one all pass by, yet he is strong and stoic, biding his time til the day dawns.

To the watchmen far and wide, the night is yours, stay strong and stay warm.

Toronto City Hall, Nuit Blanche, October 2010.

love and health to all...