This dance is the joy of existence.

Day 34
Picture from my local post office.


The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Robert Lee Frost

The Peace of Wild Things

When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Wendell Berry

Day 31

Just another picture of the creek down the road from my home.

Schrodinger's Cat

an experiment that spawned the theory
of many worlds
which states that each moment
each choice that is made
causes the universe to split
in two and on and on infinitely
like so many cells replicating
so that somewhere out there
or right here
there are other you's and other me's
living out different destinies
in adjacent and layered realities
we are here but not here
and there but not there
this life nothing but a veil
or a puff of air
and this skin a costume we wear
as we travel through time and space

- Tamar Coln

Day 28

This is just a picture of some dolls I own. Obi-wan, bobblehead!Lance, and a faery. When I look at this picture I always think Obi's saying, "You should have seen it! It was this big." and bobblehead!Lance is nodding wisely while inside thinking, "My mother's that big!" :P

Due to RL, I've not had a chance to post poetry for the past 3 days. So this is a post to get caught up.

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

- Robert Lee Frost

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i like my body when it is with your

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh ... And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

- ee cummings

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When you are old

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

- William Butler Yeats

Evening Love Song

Ornamental clouds
compose an evening love song;
a road leaves evasively.
The new moon begins

a new chapter of our nights,
of those frail nights
we stretch out and which mingle
with these black horizontals.

-Rainer Maria Rilke

Project 365
Day 17
April 11, 2009

This is just a picture of downtown Indianapolis as I was going home the other day. It's funny how much it's gotten nicer looking since I started going to school in '92. Well funny to me as I remember driving downtown way back then and thinking how scary it was. :P

Early Spring

Harshness vanished. A sudden softness
has replaced the meadows' wintry grey.
Little rivulets of water changed
their singing accents. Tendernesses,

hesitantly, reach toward the earth
from space, and country lanes are showing
these unexpected subtle risings
that find expression in the empty trees.

- Rainer Maria Rilke

and they don't necessarily go together just combining my poem of the day and my Project 365 stuff together.

Photo

Day 12
April 6, 2009

This is a picture of part of my bathroom shelf. I put together the little vase/sand combo thing. I love my bathroom because, although it's small, it's mine and I only have to share it if I want to. Until I was 30, I never had a bathroom that was just for me. Once I had one though, I was taking a soak in the tub, almost every night! :D



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Poem of the Day

We are the mirror as well as the face in it.
We are tasting the taste this minute
of eternity. We are pain
and what cures pain, both. We are
the sweet cold water and the jar that pours.

I want to hold you close like a lute,
so we can cry out with loving.

You would rather throw stones at a mirror?
I am your mirror, and here are your stones.

- Rumi

I hate the person you become when I’ve had too much to drink, You never keep my mouth shut.
Most nights I sputter out like an engine under-oiled and overworked, But I think I’ll be fine.

Doubt does strange things when you’re hanging by a string.
I may look so assured, but I’m just like you, or worse.

Meanwhile, outside on the street all those once familiar scenes become empty store fronts.
As all your friends you used to know pack all their things and sell their clothes, you’ve got to pay your way out.

Doubt does strange things when you’re hanging by a string.
I may look so assured, but I’m just like you, or worse.

I’m just like you, or worse.

-William Beckett

The Dark is Rising by Susan Cooper

When the Dark comes rising, six shall turn it back;
Three from the circle, three from the track;
Wood, bronze, iron; water, fire, stone;
Five will return, and one go alone.

Iron for the birthday, bronze carried long;
Wood from the burning, stone out of song;
Fire in the candle-ring, water from the thaw;
Six Signs the circle, and the grail gone before.

Fire on the mountain shall find the harp of gold
Played to wake the Sleepers, oldest of the old;
Power from the green witch, lost beneath the sea;
All shall find the light at last, silver on the tree.