Patience

The tension

of wanting

and not wanting

to be here.

Where here is full

of what is next

and when

what arrives

what is next.

bad poetry

In the morning I look out over the Caldera

It was once all fury and fire

but meant no harm

now it is filled with the

Aegean sky

and water

and sleeps soundly

in its myth

I made this!

The book not the butter dish.

jackass taxi

I begin with wisdom bigger than my own

The Diver's Clothes
by Rumi

You are siting here with us,
but you are also out walking in a field at dawn.

You are yourself the animal we hunt
when you come with us on the hunt.

You are in your body
like a plant is solid in the ground,
yet you are wind.

You are the diver's clothes
lying empty on the beach.
You are the fish.

In the ocean are many bright strands
and many dark strands like veins that are seen
when a wing is lifted up.

Your hidden self is blood in those,
those veins that are lute strings
that make ocean music,
not the sad edge of surf,
but the sound of no shore.

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The image is actually unaltered. It was taken at F3.2 at a 60th during one of the strangest atmospheric phenomenons I have ever witnessed. The island of Santorini in the southern Cyclades of Greece is supposed to be getting a sand storm coming from Africa. The sand storm did not show up but there was this quality of light that was absolutely haunting. It was almost yellow but not quite. Everything was diffused and anywhere less beautiful I think it would have looked cataclysmic. But this place is beautiful and the combination was truly amazing.

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