like me

I'm not beautiful like you.
I am not smart like you.

I am beautiful like me.
I'm smart like me.

I have some book learning
and some common sense.

I may not be the well rounded
individual you hoped for,

but what I do know is that . .


tomorrow I'll be another day older

and

I'll still be learning.

Winter outside my door

snow...

The Snow Fairy - Claude McKay

Throughout the afternoon I watched them there,
Snow-Fairies falling, falling from the sky,
Whirling fantastic in the misty air,
Contending fierce for space supremacy.
And they flew down a mightier force at night,
As though in heaven there was revolt and riot,
And they, frail things had taken panic flight
Dow to the calm earth seeking peace and quiet.
I went t bed and rose at early dawn
To see them huddled together in a heap,
Each merged into the other upon the lawn,
Worn out by the sharp struggle, fast asleep.
The sun shone brightly on them half the day,
by night the stealthily had stol'n away.

Views thru a raindrop

which view do you like the best?

mine....
is the one right there

can you see it?

snowflakes

hidden in a snowflake . . . .

is the secret to spring

First weeks snow

still hanging in there

Found along the Umatilla River

Look closely

Look closely . . .

The spider and the fly can't make a deal

To destroy the cobweb, destroy the spider.

when the bee comes to your house
let her have beer,
you may want to visit the bee's house someday

Stars on the Clearwater

10/1/10 - Clearwater River - Northern Idaho - West of Lolo Pass

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IRL7uIjMvlk

remember

Rising in the morning

Every dewdrop accounted for

Mist moves thru the trees

Every leaf losing color

More light shines thru

Breaking up the mist

Every flower

Remains as it was before the morning

that feeling

I forget the time

but,

I remember the laughter

and the stories

.

I forgot which day

but,

I remember the blue skies,

clouds and the sunshine

.

I forget the moment

but,

I remember where I walked,

the trees and the birds songs

.

I forgot the feeling

but,

. . .

Down the road

down the road
is a horizon

but the road is
too straight
too narrow
and the distance short

I lengthen it
by wandering off to one side
and then the next
which seem like small bouts
of suicide of myself

each side offers
a different smell
a different view
a different feeling

each side
a different moment
a different time
a different day

each side
lengthens the road
with the horizon

and a new me

The distance between two hearts

How do you describe the distance when it's no longer there?

would it be how the moon

and sun share the same sky

how the evening stars collide

with the morning clouds

or knowing that everything you hear

they hear as well

seeing in their eyes

what they see in yours

knowing words

do not have to be

whispered

what

is felt

with a touch

There is beauty in despair

The beauty is not
when your tears keep
falling endlessly,
or that your feeling so
low you don't think
you can get up,
and that there is no hope.

The beauty is in the person
who notices you..
they offer a shoulder
to cry on,
a comforting embrace,
and their silence.

The beauty is in that person
because they recognize
what they themselves
have felt

and their beauty is that
they survived...

and they want to see
the beauty in you.

Endure

Every
Now and then I have
Days I don't
Understand, but I
Reassure myself
Everything will be ok.

~sc









Chaque maintenant et puis je n'ai jours, je ne comprends pas, mais je me rassure que tout sera OK.
~sc

My Friend

-Kahlil Gibran

My friend, I am not what I seem. Seeming is but a garment I wear - - a care-woven garment that protects me from thy questionings and thee from my negligence.

The "I" in me, my friend, dwells in the house of silence, and therein it shall remain for ever more, unperceived, unapproachable.

I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I do - - for my words are naught but thy own thoughts in sound and my deeds thy own hopes in action.

When thou says, "The wind bloweth eastward," I say "Aye, it doth blow eastward"; for I would not have thee know that my mind doeth not dwell upon the wind but upon the sea.

Thou canst not understand my seafaring thoughts, nor would I have thee understand. I would be at sea alone.

When it is day with thee, my friend, it is night with me; yet even then I speak of the noontide that dances upon the hills and of the purple shadow that steals its way across the valley; for thou canst not hear the songs of my darkness or see my wings beating against the stars - - and I fain would not have thee hear or see. I would be with night alone.

When thou ascendest to thy Heaven I descend to my Hell - - even then thou callest to me across the unbridgeable gulf, "My companion, my comrade," and I call back to thee, "My comrade, my companion" - - for I would not have thee see my hell. The flame would burn thy eyesight and the smoke would crowd thy nostrils. And I love my Hell too well to have thee visit it. I would be in hell alone.

Thou lovest Truth and Beauty and Righteousness; and I for thee sake say it is well and seemly to love these things. But in my heart I laugh at thee love. Yet I would not have thee see my laughter. I would laugh alone.

My friend, thou art good and cautious and wise; nay, thou art perfect - - and I, too, speak with thee wisely and cautiously. And yet I am mad. But I mask my madness. I would be mad alone.

My friend, thou art not my friend, but how shall I make thee understand? My path is not thy path, yet together we walk, hand in hand.

I may always face
in one direction,
but
my view changes
everyday

whether it be
day
or night

How come we don't always know when love begins,

but we always know when it ends?

-L.A. Story

...letting go

Galt Aureus - Citadels (on iTunes!)

(from another friend YouTube friend Galt Aureus)

Fairytale...

Sit back and listen...

(from another YouTube friend Perlette1 :-)

The Price of Freedom - Epic Metal Instrumental (original music)

(A YouTube friend's video)

Here is the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ba003T810mk

I think I could live inside a raindrop

no one would hardly notice me

unless they looked hard enough

or even had any interest.

Touch

A touch

is all it takes

to make me forget

about the storm.

When I can't think

and stop dreaming

I sit down

look and listen

I can see

and hear

and my dreams

come again

Under the Pine Tree

The distance

between

my horse

and

I

is just

a few

breaths

~*~

somewhere...

Photos taken 5/22/10

just when you think
love does not exist

...someone shows you