In the Beginning

Big_BANG

 

The very Beginning Began with a Bang

And in the Blink of an Eye

A Trillion, Trillion, Trillion events

Occurred.

The final tear eroded

The Eternal Inner Cry as

A Trillion, Trillion, Trillion events

Revealed

The perpetual Smile of

Quiet, Indulgent Love.

And as We began for

A Trillion, Trillion, Trillionth time

It was Love at First Light.

The very Beginning Began with a Bang

The very Beginning

Began

With

A Big,

Big

Bang

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APPLES MORE OR LESS

 

5 5 2014two apples

 

whenever a crackle
discovers some apples
or samples a passel
of strappings   to  stopple
the crackle then stomples
till apples are sapples
and topples the stapples
’til saps emerge gasping

and then..

And then he-she-it spreads some of this messysheee – sheee-it on a slice of shurr-nuff crishpy cracklees and says for all to hear…Sheee-it… Boy Howdy… am I ever a Crackle to sashle all stapples.

apple butter

WHY?

 Lee_Broom

We often ask “Why”
when we mean something else.
Perhaps we mean “What is the cause?”

When you ask “Why”,
Do you mean “What” or “When?”
Would “Where” or “How” then give you pause?

My first guess is,
That we all want to know
A little bit more of The Self

The Ego that drives
The more curious to drink
From the bottle up high on the shelf

Nose-ious Abner
When given a choice,
Today, will ask “How” every time.

No longer is “Why”
As important as once,
When his quest was by reason, sublime.

Today Abner chooses
To practice the “Hpw”, asking Only
“What shall I do next?”

“Pass it on brother Ab
Simply Do the next thing.
Your life is no longer a hex.”

From “Whence” came the Voice
Heard only to Ab
No longer does Abner ask “Why”

“Who may I help”
Asks the Better Man
“Is there someone near, sicker than I?”

Then suddenly opens
The door to his heart.
And he hears the Answer to “Why”

Here I am Brother Ab
I’ve been here all along
It is I, it is I, it is I,

 

WHAT? HOW’S THAT AGAIN?

 MUD PIES
PHOTOGRAPHY     SANDRA SCHOU

 

WHAT? HOW’S THAT AGAIN?

 How introduces simple Logic
What says You Must do This.

How seeks Truth no matter what.
What seeks proof of a Kiss.

How is  based on Love alone.
What says you wouldn’t dare

How is the way of the Tortoise.
What is the way of The Hare.

How is the flight of the Albatross
What is the way of the Free.

What is the Law, the Rule of Thumb
Free is the How for me.

WHOOPEE!!!

WHAT RHYMES WITH BORIS?

 

Lee_Broom

I was once called Leeward.

Bill K sez “Yer Nutz.”

Kids still call me Papa.

To Leo I’m a Putz.

To grandkids I’m their Grampus.

Mother called me Spike.

Uncle Frankie loved me.

He called me Little Tyke.

To me I am a Poet

By any name at all.

Bruno, Leewi, Bobby Lee,

Life is still a ball.

 

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