A message from the Moss Man
Amusing I hope it will be
Wisdom falling like hour glass sand
Time emptying to the bottom for you and me
On Sacred Ground the moss is abundant because we live in the shadow of a mountain. When the rain comes, always in abundance there are big creeks and little creeks besides our year-round Basket Flat Creek. All of these have names and my favorite one was captured by Idlemotion (Tyson) on Flikr. This is a picture of the falls on
Marieke Creek
You cut a little deeper into my heart
Every day month year
You are part of the view
We can never forget
The electric green moss
Cloaking the silvery falls
Give Sacred Ground blessings
It is here where we live
Walk to open your eyes
The beauty is contentment
If you can only stop
See what surrounds you
Anatomy of a Waterfall
Or
How The Dissection Of It Pertains To Life
We come into this life a baby bare
We leave a graying bald
Lucky are you
That know nothing but happy smiles
Are you becoming a baby again
That forgets even bodily functions
How old are you not yet you say
Can still walk laugh talk in no gibberish
Are you restless to get to where you are going
Memories of back on grandpas farm
Youths romantic simpler life
Became the good ole days
That were great and not so good too
What will you remember and forget
Can I find again that football sized avocado
On a country rode somewhere east of San Diego
Getting In Sync
Can you hear the heart beat of Gaia
Thump thumps in deep tuba tones
Look out what do you see
Mirror mirror of yourself
Sitting on an empty shelf
Look what is reflecting beyond
What noise is in the picture besides your face
Just the world you are connected to
Can you join in all the life around you
Harmonize with all that is found old-new
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