John the Barman: Ten Thousand Faces

Sunday, May 13, 2012

see drum said...: Hello John. enjoyed this poem and the thoughts behind it.

have a good day. Life and the stars. Reflect light to me. And so much more. again. thanks for the reminder. A familiar face.; 11:30 am
Virgilio Gavia said...: nice poetry. i see that space between wakefulness and dream where perception has been surrendered and reframed and beauty unraveled.; 1:10 pm
see drum said...: John said: good will probably come of the action. Inaction will not get us anywhere.

me said: when it comes to this time of year, and the garden.... I think back to a time when I cleared a patch of land, planted strawberries and the deer came. but then came the bear tracks, and with others in jeopardy, as the wild reclaims its own, year by year, I did less. And all this did was lead me to the city, where I am growing old.

enjoy your comments and your visit. Like seeing a familiar face. be well.; 4:53 pm
Virgilio Gavia said...: there's something mystical about the poem. reminds me of Kabir and Rumi.; 3:59 am
John Pendrey said...: I don't know if you realise that this is by Tamara = itsalinasong. Mystical and life enhancing.

Seedrum, the prophet. "The Wild will reclaim its own" . Tonight I think I will be part of the wild. Earlier thought was that a way to deal with death is to be already dead. Will pursue, 'living dead' for a while.

Found this dark view and prefer Tamara's:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L7kumvA29Fk; 9:21 pm