IF I HAD A DAY, Mama

IF I HAD A DAY

If I had a day Mama,

I’d tell you I loved you

I’d tell L___ I sure couldn’t meet him for dinner,

I’d stretch my body out really really well - to feel good

I’d watch the dawn

I’d tell you sometimes I’m clueless, Mama,

sometimes I’m clueless,

But I’ve had a good life,

I’ve had a really good life, Mama,

If I had a day.

IF I HAD A YEAR, MAMA,

If I had a year,

I’d produce the best ever seasonal blessings

the world’s ever seen.

I’d bless this place, Mama,

I’d really give this to people, Mama --

I’d give it my everything,

If I had a year.

IF I HAD FIVE YEARS, MAMA,

If I had five years,

I’d take some birds under my wing, mama,

I’d take some birds under my wing,

and I’d show them how to live really well, Mama,

in a beautiful place,

in an Earth we share, Mama.

I see land and country, dawns, soil rich with frost, heaving rich, Mama

If I had five years.

IF I HAD TEN YEARS, MAMA,

If I had ten years,

I’d have a child, Mama -

Just for the experience, I’d have a child

with a woman, and be there for the birth,

I’d have a child, Mama,

If I had ten years.

IF I HAD TWENTY YEARS, MAMA --

If I had twenty years,

I’d make my whole family about our purpose --

As a family, we would lift something up in the world --

something together, we’d lift it up, something bigger than me.

IF I HAD FIFTY YEARS, MAMA --

-- And I do have fifty years --

If I had fifty years,

i don’t know what I’d do.

I’d give it all back, Mama --

I’d give it all away,

I’d give it all back to You, Mama. I’d give it back to you.

Back to the Southeast!

This is why I love being back in the Southeast. Trees plants forest and biodiversity. It is a lush and rich and beautiful here. Green parks abound, and fall is in the air.

Water is so present here. It is an ocean of clouds and rivers and rain in the form of thick leaves, forests and plants. 

And Asheville, the city where I live? It strikes me now as small and rural and isolated. No visible skyline driving in, no great lights, just a windy mess with some quite foggy clouds drifting in front of stars, forestey trees lit by streetlights every few corners. It's a long way up into these old mountains from the sea to finally get to this little town. 

And so I say, 

"Home! Little Asheville, dark, quiet, starry, windy, with some clouds. Big trees, green forests moving into Autumn, moist chill in the air, way up in these old mountains, far from the sea. My Home!"

 

Rick and the Ocean

Well I made it to the ocean. Got my wish. Never thought it would be here, at the Pacific, at Ocean Beach, in San Francisco! My Brother Rick and I chat about bringing our soul gifts the world – ways to do things that are possible, small enough to happen, satisfying, and that bring something out – out to the people, out to our people, out to the Earth. 

Something about Mama Ocean brings me cellularly home – home to myself, home to the Source. Rick practices Chi Gung while the waves crash white. I find my solace in the reflection of this writing.

Clouds off Mount Madonna

I.

I am so connected to the Earth. 

My body can feel you, even from the sky. 

Up in this sail-fish, we leap through haze...

II.

Moon set salmon pink into the fire Pacific night. 

I give all words and thoughts of words to the stars and the molten core. 

I am terrified to let go of this old bag of skin. 

Wings push from my spine. 

From these old wells, the scorn of lovers, that old sadness, I float above you and hear them. 

It is just another escape from the rising sun. 

With spirit hands I cannot see 

I sense into entirety —

Ocean of clouds. 

Into the Closet!

I've been digging for Soul.

Finding the path I flow through.

Descent into darkness -- I entered my Closet and swept out the poems. Alive, beings, alive they were. I don't know what else there is to find other than a path to the Future.

This is a test blog. This is my path.

Gardening and Production

How is the process of pursuing a community garden the same as producing a project?

Zev demos his life work here, the same as showing your best work in a production for the public – in a public production.

But it still a collaborative piece – and the Advisory Board is still the one with the biggest final decisions.

So choose them well.

"My Garden". – A place where the artist personally talks about his life and his work – and influences

Honeybees

So many people interested in honey bees. 

Me – I'm interested in honey bee habitat.

I'm going to build a garden for honeybees.

I'm also going to build a garden for tea – 

For herbs –
For sacred reflection –

But first, the bees...

(More to come…)