For my part, when it comes to organic life, the sum of the parts is not equal to the whole (of the universe, i.e., God). If Life’s #1 rule is suffering (just so we can know we’re alive, because we are painfully conscious of the fact), then Death’s #1 rule must be equal to unbelievable ecstasy.
Ah! So, the question is: If we are famously immortal souls having a human experience of futile suffering, then why don’t we long for infinite ecstasy, instead of longing for an inconsequentially longer life-span?
Or, in other words, why wish for a lengthier version of eternal suffering?
Hunger under thunder roars
Prayers where field mice play
Provide what hides from my success
Patience persists above all else
Prey in sight might fly away
Naturally stealth and abnormally nurtured
Words and pictures by Uncle Tree
Near to death are we all, every day we’re on the ball.
Knocked out of the park, by God, into remembrance,
we chase fearsome thoughts back to their base of obliviousness,
as the next moment runs for home, without a second thought.
Moments need not wait for the right time to act
newly born and up to bat.
In fact, they have no choice. Do we?
Swing away and stay safe, my friends!
Words and photographs by
Some days the sun sets way too early,
and some days it levitates for far too long,
but some days the sun doesn’t show its face at all,
and all we are left with is faith and hope in the heart,
and the eternal knowledge that it keeps in store,
for love may be blind, but it forever sees the light.
Words and photographs by Uncle Tree
In the quiet of the morning
long before the cock does crow
the early bird, she comes a singing
(hard telling what she knows)
Seems to me, her tweets are secret-
coded notes with birdy words
so concise and quite direct
the foreign language that I heard
♫ ♪ ♫
Sometimes, the world just seems to stop
I know not how or why
alone we stand — no stage — no props
but moments do pass by
In the stillness of the waning night
no single thought in mind
I watched the dark give way to light
and understood their kind
♫ ♪ ♫
♥ Akin to free ♥
Photographs by Keith Alan Watson
Bald Eagles provided by Lady Fortuna
When dealing with outrageously inexplicable experiences,
our souls come to the rescue and inform us
there is more to life than meets
The Eyes of Mind.
that more is oh-so divine!
To feel whole, accepted, and at home with
one’s self, with the world, and with God
is to feel as if the circle has been completed,
and one has found the center.
But one is not alone, nay.
One is in good company!
“God is like a circle
whose circumference is nowhere,
and who’s center is everywhere.”
Pictures and words by one
Keith Alan Watson
There is an indivisible force
which constantly expands the distance between us
Threadbare and naked as a loom
empty of thought, and empty as a tomb
it lies fruitlessly in wait in the background
It lies patiently, perhaps, unaware of a Future full of everything
Full of every thing that is
but itself, for The Void it holds in store can not be filled
“May your soul always have room once again for one more.”
— Uncle Tree
Pictures and words by the unworldly
Keith Alan Watson
Sun rises daily for a change
while photons learn to re-arrange
Fab fashions flower fancy fads
Go broke of grays serenely sad
Not long for love in Time to live
Dive deep where souls meet to forgive
Let Spirit splish-splash all for fun
Bless goldfish gleaming on the run
Take nothing — leave be as be is
Shine on! Show off! Shine bright! Show-biz!
Wave-less ripples quiet the pond
Silent the streams pouring beyond
Hush once to hear my lady’s pine
for love that looks and feels divine
Then do remember all the lines
and may they save you just in time
Keith Alan Watson
To my lady, Lu
Birds of a feather
fly clockwise together
for we cannot turn back time
Facing the weather
with a love beyond measure
we can wing it as we climb
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