WITHOUT ART

WITHOUT ART

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Without Darkness there can be no Light,

Without Weakness, no Strength,

Without Worry, no Faith,

Without Fear, no Love,

Without Love, no Art.

Without Art

Darkness.

 

WITHOUT

Without darkness there can be no light,

Without weakness, no strength,

Without worry, no faith,

Without fear, no Love,

Without Love, no art.

WITHOUT

WITHOUT

 Without darkness there can be no light,

Without weakness, no strength,

Without worry, no faith,

Without fear, no Love,

Without Love, no art.

WITHOUT

 

Without darkness there can be no light,

Without weakness, no strength,

Without worry, no faith,

Without fear, no Love,

Without Love, no art.

WITHOUT

Without darkness there can be no light,

Without weakness, no strength,

Without worry, no faith,

Without fear, no Love,

Without Love, no art.

WITHOUT

Without darkness there can be no light,

Without weakness, no strength,

Without worry, no faith,

Without fear, no Love,

Without Love, no art.

A MAN OF FEW WORDS

 

A Man of Few Words.

He lived Love but never spoke of it. He was impossibly complex, subtle yet obvious, impossible to describe due to what (?), his peculiar sort of mediocrity (?), the aloof quality which was ever-present, whether shopping for a new automobile or when he in his most raggedy attire was on his hands and knees, all brown: I say all brown and dirty, playing marbles with his sons. But one could always depend on him to use only whatever words were necessary to say whatever it was he had to say.

Oh yes.

His name was Dixie.

He was my Father.

I called him Lovey.

FORMLESS

Without Form there is confusion.

Without Logic we must follow the crowd.

Without Love we have only ourselves.

Without Faith our options are limited

 

Johnny Be Good (Photography by Sandra Schou)

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Photography by Sandra Schou

Johnny Be Good my friend, my pal
To yourself as well as to others.
Amends is the key to the day you’ll be free
Of the fear of being bothered.
Bothered by memories, bothered to hear
Of impending loneliness year after year.

Johnny Be Good my friend, my pal
To yourself as well as to others.
Be good to yourself; you’ll find it true,
That you’ll eagerly seek to be ready to do,
The things we can do though bothered.
Be ready my friend to be bothered.

 

 

MEADOWLARK HILL (I’VE GOT MY LOVE TO KEEP ME WARM)

That one lone tree on Meadowlark Hill
The song its tenants sang
The laugh and coo of newborn tots,
reflecting yin and yang

The memories are distorted
the silence now a roar
I left; here’s what they told me
return some day for more

More is what I needed
more became Amor
Emotion came to greet me
My heart began to soar

Amor became commitment
commitment to the Source
The Source became the Doorway
revealing an Inner Force

One day I’ll want to visit
pay respects to Meadowlark Hill
And mingle with the Tenants
as through open beaks they trill
And remind me of the joy I found
That day on Meadowlark Hill.