Dream Owls at Dawn

Posted on October 21, 2008 by randomyriad

The gentle hoo-hoo of owls

echoes through

my dream forest

growing closer

and closer

then passing

I wake to hear them

moving off

fading

into the edges of dawn

on silent wings.

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The Effect of Light in Amsterdam on My Childhood

Posted on October 19, 2008 by randomyriad
SF Skyline

Image by jm3 via Flickr

I was thinking about a time long ago when I was remembering my childhood in California. I was thinking about it in a way that changed the color of my memories. The sun was whitish-yellow in a different way. I had the same feeling when I walked out of the airport in Amsterdam. The light was different than in California where the airplane had taken off, but who could say how it was different? It just was.

In fact I was thinking about the moment I walked out of the airport in Amsterdam in which I was remembering a day in my California childhood, but with the light of Amsterdam all around the yard where I was playing. I turned to my friend who was also seeing European light for the first time and said, “The light is different here.” He just shrugged and grunted. The light had not invaded his memories instantly. He did not understand, and I could not explain it to him. So I just smiled at the thunderstorm sky of a new continent.

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Pieces of the Mirror

Posted on October 19, 2008 by randomyriad

Things come up. Things drift away. I pick up pieces and examine them to gain some understanding of the world through the tiny bits I can lay my hands on. I try to piece them together into a picture that makes sense. I call this my life. I am sure others would view the pieces differently and arrange them in different ways that would not make sense to me. I am not worried about that. I am only concerned about what makes sense to me. Maybe you will see the sense in it, or maybe you will just throw up your hands and say, “this person makes no sense at all! I have no time for this nonsense!” And that will be the end of our short relationship. And, that is fine, because I can only describe and arrange things as they make sense for me. So I hope it works out for you here in my broken mirror land. If it doesn’t it’s really not your fault. You have your own pieces to arrange.

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A Tongue Twister Moment

Posted on September 29, 2008 by randomyriad

I broke a blue bottle on the front porch, and as I cleaned it up a few tiny pieces fell on the bright lawn.

“Blue glass in the green grass: Blue grass in the green glass,” I chanted on my way to the garbage can, not knowing which phrase would come out. Sometimes what came out made no sense at all. It’s been a long time since a tongue twister happened to me.

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Anything Can Happen and Probably Will

Posted on September 25, 2008 by randomyriad
Mark Twain (penname of Samuel Langhorne Clemen...

Mark Twain Playing In Tesla's Lab

“There is apparently nothing that cannot happen.”

This quote has been attributed to Mark Twain, who did not even live to see many of the miracles of the modern age as well as the depths that humanity would sink to in the past century.  I  tend to agree with him that anything the human mind can imagine has at least an outside shot of actually coming to pass. So plug in your brain and start dreaming, but please don’t dream up any more nightmares, we have had enough of those lately.

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