Wind whispers in awareness.
Forever there is no time like now.
Feel free to ask me what I see.
Seeking comfort in compassion
and the deepest understanding,
we crave the constancy of love
A philosopher, poet, artist and scientist traveling the nexus where space, time and thought meet. I write haiku, short poems, and brief essays. As a visual artist I have created sculpture, paintings, and drawings. My work has been shown in distinguished galleries. My scientific work includes: medical and academic research, technical research, and software development. Please come again. You may return here using www.muskratchatter.me
Saturday, April 27, 2013
Friday, April 19, 2013
A Cold Spring Dawn
Early spring's raw embrace,
images in cold wet drops,
speaking to where I've been,
and those I've seen -
lives tarnished
in grief's long gaze.
At dawn in blue light
I am awake another night.
images in cold wet drops,
speaking to where I've been,
and those I've seen -
lives tarnished
in grief's long gaze.
At dawn in blue light
I am awake another night.
Monday, April 15, 2013
Machine Talk
Machines still can not comprehend poets. I pressed the wrong button on my iPhone and had a wonderfully hilarious conversation.
iPhone: What can I help you with?
Poet: In raw wind scraped tundra, the snow spring sneers....relentless ice fire pouring across hell.
IPhone: I eschew theological disquisition.
iPhone: What can I help you with?
Poet: In raw wind scraped tundra, the snow spring sneers....relentless ice fire pouring across hell.
IPhone: I eschew theological disquisition.
Friday, April 12, 2013
A Pack of Two
Where I go
Whitey dashes
through the brush.
Hairy four pawed
laughter barks and jumps.
We roll down the hill.
Bobbing up and down
through tall grasses
she charges, grabs my foot.
I'm a toy, a friend.
I wrench free.
Fun touched
Fun touched
in sun washed fields,
we run furry, barking,
howling, yelping,
laughing we play.Thursday, April 11, 2013
Namaste
If in giving grace
we gave our tender love,
each from our own nobility
just because we live,
how would it be? Namaste.
Note: Namaste means "I bow reverently to you."
The Maze
Walking a maze, one hand trembling
holding a cup. Strangers speak.
He looks up. Hesitating, slowly,
forming words without meaning.
Bewildered eyes stare back.
A life lost - the secrets he keeps!
holding a cup. Strangers speak.
He looks up. Hesitating, slowly,
forming words without meaning.
Bewildered eyes stare back.
A life lost - the secrets he keeps!
forest floor
on the forest floor
in tranquil moments we meet
friends picking mushrooms
in tranquil moments we meet
friends picking mushrooms
evolution's dance
evolution's dance
spring peepers sing with bullfrogs
at night magic lives
spring peepers sing with bullfrogs
at night magic lives
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