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  2 Monks Join Me in the Shower Bathing this morning A cascade of thoughts of past life raining monastic vows, visioning 2 friends who followed the call Of enclosure Closeness, with their Lord in hallowed halls Memories of Mark unrequited from Suffern, NY Down river from Monastery Row Where each of us sought refuge In the hallowed halls, chanting our prayers with the friars meditating on the paradise gazing across the chasm of the famous fjord butterflies kissing the essence of divinity How I loved you Monk Mark miss you still even here, now as water cascades down my naked flesh with soothing heat I am laughing remembering your jovial presence the searching soul alight with compassion and humor escaping the bondage of the sacred closure Ken, dear Ken Martyr to AIDS his lov e f ound no boundary between sacred and profane of flesh and spirit His desire to love and be loved Crying out, crying ...

 

  Birthday awakening for Dana, Watercolor on Paper ♪ Splash ♪ ♪ She fell into THAT sweet quagmire called hope where the sunsets flow golden and morning exudes a shout of golden joy brightening the room stabbing the windows with slithering beams opening the curtains the blinds, the shades into a brilliance that calls your name alighting objects and corners shelves and coves with wondrous shapes and structure Wake Up! They say this is not the motherly solace of the moon, or distant glitter hello of stars It is the pure exuberance of life of growth, of growing of being of day yes, day when the whole world comes to life to life, to life! ©james m. frase-white the evening before 4.20.2024 his 77 th Birthday for that lonely, loving woman seen at the VA Hospital and us all! ♪ Happy Spring ♪

Smilidon . . .She Knew in 4 th grade When she first saw them read it about them those Sabertooth tigers that was what she wanted to be that snarling face, those teeth oh, yes those two long sabers which slid from the mouth stabbing blades which tasted the blood of flavor of the whole essence of the bounty of the food of live whose body and breathing became yours as you emptied the shell of their being oh, yes not just a tiger but a cat that lived before those striped wonders in an age where there were no men human men who sliced their lives the dominance of living away away away Yes she would be that tiger so beautiful, so strong to bring home to the family to nurture the flock the tiger of pride, of beauty assailing the world with splendor growling, roaring to the moon, the star the sky . . . to life  [Work in progress  and yes, shes are hes and hes are shes when we all become human children  -- a day before 77 j.m.frase-white 4/19...

  Smell That How ghastly that man just sitting there imagining a futile future a snarl or smile upon his lips waiting for the fragrant gas of life or death or mediocrity to dance out of his ass or belch from his mouth along with a grimace losing sarcasm as if given a gift of mercury to raise or lower the skeptic temperature of his simple inadequacy to enact the barb of justice back into, if it ever was there of society of gracious living of caring of sweet amusement like a child seeing a balloon dance into the air filled only with breath and the hope of soft brilliance a star of the day a bubble arising from water to air the sashay of a fish swimming a bird flying a human with a heart filled with affection surrounded by others who care who laugh a gentle laugh the bubble/balloon ascends without a care, with hope and beauty ascending breathing the breath of heaven the pulse the life of the universe Sunday of ...