rohnbayesjourney

how to celebrate

invite that laughter that love
with each breath

one eyed and dangerous

looking for the lens

that fell out of my
reading glasses

but how can you find
something you can't see ??

i'll probly step on it
that's when i'll know where it is

nothing to speak of

when i find myself with nothing to speak of the door to myself opens a little bit and a soft light escapes

i usually walk right past looking for brighter lights and something to say something to do something to explain but occasionally i stop and open the door and go inside

sitting with me here on the table is a latte in a glass and the light reflects off it's side and into my eye

outside there are two balloons dancing in the breeze one orange and one red tied to the tree across the street

i'm waiting for migas with jalapenos to arrive and there is light coming from every side

i'm noticing i'm noticing i'm alive there's light when i close my eyes

simple and sincere

we live in a world of conflict
misunderstandings and missing in action

simple and sincere communication can resolve conflict
but how do we communicate simply and sincerely ??

we are bombarded with information that is spun intentionally
in order to elicit a response 
or unintentionally thru the opinions perspectives beliefs and assumptions of the speaker
simple and sincere communication is rare

(i'm just thinking this thru  . . . the whole idea started this morning in response to an email describing a conflict that happened and which represents one of many that have occurred in my life which ofcourse i took part in creating intentionally or unintentionally probly because i wasn't sincere or simple instead was looking thru one filter or another of my ideas assumptions beliefs and opinions)

simple and sincere communication comes from a simple and sincere person
so how does a person be simple and sincere ??

learn from those who are ?? yup that's a good answer

reading an email

i have something to say about something
i often do
finding the right words is the way of writing which
is my point writing
used to be symbols and pictographs - glyphs as in gyroglyphs
like the giant giraffe that used to roam africa : ) there see it happened
again the gylph appears

my friend
wrote me a letter the other day on email
and signed it with
.......__o
.......\<,
....( )/ ( )
i couldn't figure it out until i read the subscript
Riding 70 miles for a cure
Tour de Cure 2009
ok now we have the same arcane symbology of our written language representing cryptograms in the form of bicycle riders
the point as i type away on my apple computer book happily tapping keys assigned meaning by abc but also replete with apples and wizard signals and my typepad blog too with a full row of arcane pictographs along the top - 'my tool bar' ah yah i'm feeling like a cave man now working with my tool kit chipping away on the stone making fresh marks

is that it all comes around in a big fat circle
doesn't it and what does it mean to be human ??
and what is our origin ??
maybe your kids one day reading their kindle will know a question that
we forgot what am i doing here ??
no really

let's go
.......__o
.......\<,
....( )/ ( )

the breath of life

if you are . . .

strong you should be kind
if you are smart you should be simple
if you are wealthy you should be humble

i lifted it from prem rawat
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fCamcAW97hk

he read it somewhere too

struggle

it's odd how i struggle with my struggle
my expectations posed against my self evaluation
like waking up from a dream that i had a motorcycle
but then it was stolen
i was disappointed that i didn't have a motorcycle but
i was relieved that it wasn't stolen
then i got out of bed

something is flowing
like a stream in the background
i'm playing with sticks trying to build a house
but it falls down
maybe some stones maybe some mud
will help
this is only a distraction

in one simple breath there is no stress
no fear only me

elemental world

i was watching planet earth
the other day the documentary on discovery channel
they were doing jungles
there were flowers opening
and forests changing colors
spring to summer winter to spring - small predators
prowling thru the deep undergrowth pouncing
on moths as they emerged from their leafy hideouts
like fairy creatures they rose and flew and the little people
appeared tiny mammals the lemurs
running out along the branches of the baobab tree
to lick the nectar dripping
from the flower pods peeled
open with dozens of delicate
stamen quivering and exposed to
the uncertain breeze the ministrations
of the moths and the furry little people
who come out only at night allergic
to the sunlight in love with the
moon and the stars seen
dimly thru the canopy
the roof of the garden
the realm of magic and the
enchanted creatures chasing or
tripping lightly along the star strewn paths
the giant trees
watching over the brooks and waving to the sky
praying in their wisdom all night long for all
here below in the hollows
in the web of shadows where the fairy people fly
guided by cunning design and tender antennae

or so it occurred to me
then i noticed

there were no people in the movie
that in my life there are people everywhere
and magical creatures scarce maybe a feral
cat but mostly cars and buildings and
the ubiquitous mosquito

afraid to emerge into the light of day
fairy people wait we keep plants for pets
to shade our house or please our selves

no mage sentinel here no nook for little people
only a hackberry junk tree only humans
thrive only humans die with all
our overblown civility covering like
a tide of concrete
the elemental world

a scientific description

of my situation
standing on a platform
1 inch by 1 inch 60 miles high
is how it was described

i thought it was an analogy
something i didn't understand
a mystery

turns out it's true

what a view

this beautiful pillar of breath
this place of rest