11 January 2009

Full Moon, January 2009

As I write this, after playing music for the past hours with a friend (whose fingertips became bloodied from the strings and strength of his playing)...I ponder what is going on. Collapsing markets. Foreclosures. Job losses. Anger pulsing from deep within people's ids and egos. Israelis' jets and drones raining down punishment upon an impoverished, imprisoned people...angered by the poverty and embargos...and yet, the wealthy feel justified. Okay...back off. I didn't mean for this to take a political bend... Soft....fingers tracing circles lightly on a glistening forehead. Your gentle voice... I'll be 61 on the next full moon. Was I ever 50? I don't remember. I believe I've always been a child-like person. Playing. Fearing. For you all, I wish the strength of peace and love...wherever in the world you are. There is no now...there is no tomorrow...there is no yesterday. It's all mystery, and that is fine with me.

The River

upstream from white sand beaches are hamlets, paddies and canyons bombshells unexploded, cratered land, cratered faces  mangled extremities...