Last rays of summer

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Sunset on the Hudson near Kingston, NY, August 2017

Suitcase unpacked but emotions and thoughts from summer travels still in unmarked boxes, waiting to be sorted and put away. Seasons turning, another year counting down, ready or not:

Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round
in another form. The child weaned from mother’s milk
now drinks wine and honey mixed.

God’s joy moves from unmarked box to unmarked box,
from cell to cell. As rainwater, down into flower bed.
As roses, up from ground.
Now it looks like a plate of rice and fish,
now a cliff covered with vines,
now a horse being saddled.
It hides within these,
till one day it cracks them open.

Part of the self leaves the body when we sleep
and changes shape. You might say, “Last night
I was a cypress tree, a small bed of tulips,
a field of grapevines.” Then the phantasm goes away.
You’re back in the room.
I don’t want to make any one fearful.
Hear what’s behind what I say.

Tatatumtum tatum tatadum.
There’s the light gold of wheat in the sun
and the gold of bread made from that wheat.
I have neither. I’m only talking about them,

as a town in the desert looks up
at stars on a clear night.

Translated by Coleman Barks.

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Thankful for another year

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Love having a summer birthday…. unplugging, resetting, celebrating for days and weeks, watching the spectacle of our country’s racial agony from afar, will share thoughts soon… to be continued, xxxxx Aliss

(Delicious strawberry shortcake from Adams Fair Acre Farm store in Kingston, NY)

Livin’ in the USA

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Small town in New York state, two houses on main street, one with flags from Russia, the US, and Hungary over a sign in English, Spanish, and Arabic that says, “It doesn’t matter where you’re from, we’re glad you’re our neighbor” and right next door, huge red flag with the name of Pres. 45 and a picture of him in the front window, snarling…

I wonder how these neighbors get along? Scenes from our on-going American sit-com…

Stay tuned! xxxxx Aliss

Doors forever open…

DSC03639 (1)Happiness

A state you dare not enter

with hopes of staying

quicksand in the marshes, and all

 

the roads leading to a castle

that doesn’t exist.

But there it is, as promised,

 

with its perfect bridge above

the crocodiles,

and its doors forever open.

— Stephen Dunn

 

Musicmorphosis

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Not blogging as much as I’d like because getting back into music… Just released this reggae,  about transforming scary energy, feels timely, swings. The cover is a photo I took of street art in NYC. Check it out on i-tunes, Amazon, Deezer… To be continued xxxxx Aliss