lensday entry Worn
in Dream time...lensbaby again No idol worshipper- player of a role- relates honestly with himself or with others. The longer the illusion of glamour- or goodness, innocense, shrewdness, or fearlessness- is maintained, the greater is the potential shock of looking at the consequences it has created.~G.Z.
With Kit, Age 7, At The Beach ~William Stafford
We would climb the highest dune, from there to gaze and come down: the ocean was performing; we contributed to our climb.
Waves leapfrogged and came straight out of the storm. What should our gaze mean? Kit waited for me to decide.
Standing on such a hill, what would you tell your child? That was an absolute vista. Those waves raced far, and cold.
"How far would you swim, Daddy, in such a storm?" "As far as was needed" I said, and as I talked, I swam.
stark and somehow beautiful ...bones
ADULT ~Linda Gregg
I've come back to the country where I was happy changed. Passion puts no terrrible strain on me now. I wonder what will take the place of desire now. I could be the ghost of my own life returning to the places I lived best. Walking here and there, nodding when I see something I cared for deeply. Now I'm in my house listening to the owls calling and wondering if slowly I will take on flesh again.
lensday entry Experimental
' I Stretch My Arms'
I stretch my arms like a swan flying And watch, weightless, the world turning So high up can see - endlessly it seems Rome and white mountains rising beyond, Tiremes at anchor in still Alexandria Pearl-divers practising from rocks The wind wandering through the wilderness. The sun cast no shadow of the compass. I am rooted to the spot, rotting inside I had no choice but to choose this perch And now I cannot choose any more Each choice I made was like a nail Fixing my arms to embrace the world.~James Harpur
lensday entry Neighborhood
"The greatest among them may give away what they own in the name of compassion and goodness while never once uttering the word "God" out loud. Or they may do no more than than offer a smile or a hand to someone in need, or quietly bow their heads at a passing moment of beauty that passes through their lives, and say a simple prayer of gratitude to the spirit that created us all." excerpt from 'Small Graces' Ken Nerburn
"So at last I was going to America! Really, really going, at last! The boundaries burst. The arch of heaven soared. A million suns shone out of every star. The winds rushed out into outer space, roaring in my ears, 'America, America!' " The Promised Land 1912, Mary Antin (1881-1949)
lensday entry Independance