He placed the carrot next to his hunting ax on the saddle and slowly, carefully reached into his utility belt for the remains of his rawhide whip.
He placed the carrot next to his hunting ax on the saddle and slowly, carefully reached into his utility belt for the remains of his rawhide whip.
Soulin’
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It seemed impossible. It was as if the rules of physics had somehow been temporarily suspended. Trees just don’t walk!
I know for certain that the huge juniper at the back edge of my property has always been directly behind the Alberta spruce that is the focal point of our upland garden. It is always perfectly in line with the Alberta when viewed from my office window. Today it is not! Today it is left of the Alberta by at least 15 feet.
As time allowed and I had gathered my wits about me I walked out to the property line and stood before the juniper. There was no sign of any kind of movement but, the tree was definitly 15 feet to the left of its usual position.
As I stood there in abject bewilderment, wondering how this could be possible, the little Alberta spruce, now behind me, said: “He’s always playing dumb tricks like that!”.
I don’t like to be toyed with. I took up a position on the ground in front of the juniper and sat, cross legged, on the ground. I stayed there and watched for well over two hours. It never moved. I, obviously, was mistaken.
Dark DelightsA frisson of dark delight… |
The restless mind, questing more Sings a path across the fray Beneath the purseus, violent sky Begat within it’s summer day |
That no one should regret it’s time It’s songs are always soft with joy And pleasures flow within its span What art it has it will deploy |
There may be morrows in its ken And greens before it’s wandering goal Murmured hints of darkling favors Bend and twist it’s eager soul |
Then on an incandescent eve It within me sang so soft A paean of mortal turbulence That once again drove hope aloft |
It’s joy must need a sacrifice and doom now looked twice in the eye As all the good that steals today Twists tomorrows dreams awry |
If we accept that absent lies, we have the truth then truth is, like cold being the absence of heat, all that’s left when lies are gone! Here is a good example of twiddling with relationship and “cross domain mapping” to arrive at a position that is difficult to accept and equally difficult to refute. Read the rest of this entry »