Done?

 

"Connecting Broken Spaces"

Well it all began to happen

after the seventh day

in which, they claim, 

it had all been put together. 

So, there it was, creation

done.

I began to make stuff!

I mean why not?

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

Unless it is on a hill and it rolls

and rolls...

Maybe a little more

and then it stops.

So, now it is far from the tree,

but still it was created

and knows what to do

even far from the tree.

So, now I ponder,

if I am part of the creation

and I am still creating

was and/or is the creation done?

Or is it

only and if and when

we all stop creating.

Done?

dramatic pause

No, it is not done

because it is always starting.

Every moment 

from the beginning of this universe

is now.

The entire span of time is now, 

if you let go of the idea of

time.

What?

Can't do that?

come on, give it a try.

Done?

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Holding Together

 Holding together

I have talked 

about lines

connecting

everything 

and holding

it all together

Lines can also

make it confusing

and seem like

I just don't know

what I am looking

at

or where they 

want me to go

what am I 

suppose

 to see

?

Lines will 

trick you

mislead one

 at times

bend you around

 and have you

turning the page

up 

side

down

saying what the...?

I believe 

I am the 

_________ .

When I draw

I am in there

making sense

of space

making use

 of the space

defining it

and the moment

It may not make sense

to you

but know

that I 

have enjoyed

myself

in the space 

for a moment.

That joy

is holding

it together.

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Change of Perspective

Turn the world on its side 

and you may see the world looking back at you.

Reflections in a mountain lake

tipped that way

reveals a totem pole of sorts.

I count six or more strange faces.

what do you see?

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Moment #25

 Stones on the shore of the Ligurian Sea

Italy

Moment #25

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How Things Go

 I wrote words

No one could read

Made them into stories

No one believed 

Put them in a book

Everyone wanted to burn

But then we all fell off the Earth

When it failed to turn

Sometimes that's how things go

I painted pictures

no one really understood

a real smart person said

the problem is they are way too good

Most people really want to know

if they are supposed to see a duck

But what you have here

is somewhere between wow and yuck

 And that can be how things go

Sometimes you make stuff

And people keep asking why

And you say well, I had an idea

So I thought I would try

Try as you might

Most just don't understand

They should just stop asking questions 

And lend you a hand

And this too is how things go

Shall I go...

on?

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Image above is a photo of a painting of mine that was then layered with multiple filters in a computer photo program.  it has no title at this posting. 

Maybe, "How Things Go"

I Can't Be The Only One

 Do you see the lines between us?

 I can't be the only one.

When I pass you by,

Do you feel the pull?

On the line,

Do you have a grip on it?

Or

Are you unaware?

That's Okay!

I see the lines.

No!

I feel the lines.

The lines between us,

 Connecting us.

You have to want to see them,

Feel them.

Yes!

It's a little scary.

I know! 

It means you are never alone.

The lines connect you,

To everyone and everything.

Welcome to the Universe!

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It Holds Me Up

 Everyday

I walk

I Feel

The Earth

Under my feet

Pushing Back 

It holds me up

Gives me a place to stand

Tell me 

You feel it too!

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