FREEDOMFLYS

Flittering, fluttering, flying on the breeze.
Swishing, swooshing, dancing in the sun.
Unconfined, unrefined, undefined,
Only living for the joys of life.

When...

Often inspiration strikes in the most unlikely places. When this happens you grab the nearest piece of paper you can find to write on. Here are a couple of napkins that survived the years till I was able to scan them...

When the only flower left is a plastic one; Then will man break down and cry for the destruction civilization has caused. But he will continue till he has nothing but himself to destroy, and he will die.

When all is peace and love . . .
. . . the wind will be able to blow freely.
. . . Mother Nature will prosper.
. . . the world will be in the beginning of the end.

RIVER OF LIFE

Running, flowing, never stopping. Starting as a trickle, joining other trickles, becoming a stream. Stream joining other streams pushing its way through rocks, mud, sand, and plants. Becoming a mighty, strong, widening river. Picking up pebbles along its way, tossing them, turning them, playing with them, and then dropping them off further down and forgetting them. Rains fall into it and join as one with it. Heat evaporates it and takes part of it away. Ever flowing, ever changing, never passing the same way, twice, never regretting having been there.

The photo is a clip taken from a video that I took on a 1998 trip to Portland OR for a family reunion. We went sightseeing along the Columbia River and walked in to see several of the many falls. It's all very beautiful and well worth the visit if you ever get the chance.

CANDLE OF LOVE

Melting, dripping, running, hardening.

Forming running, escaping designs as it flows.

Remelting, dripping, running further, hardening.

Flame flickering chasing it farther,

no escape till the flame dies.

Turbulence makes the flame flicker harder and burn faster.

Calm creates a steady fire burning slower,

and shining brighter, less melting, dripping, running,
hardening.

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Candle drawn in Corel Essentials using my Wacom Intuos tablet.

SHADOW OF A SHADOW

Fluorescent flower painted of a shadow.
Flower dying slowly, uprooted from the ground,
Once living, growing, blooming, dropping seeds, and replanting. Uprooted it lives only to die without rebirth,
The flower dies and becomes only a shadow of the shadow on the wall.

This prose describes something that I actually experienced. As a teenager my mother allowed me to paint on the basement walls where my bedroom was located. Her reasoning was that my father would get tired of the things that I painted on the walls and then he'd be motivated to fix up the basement. That backfired when I painted a larger than life arm of Jesus nailed to the cross with the "Judge not..." verses calligraphied beneath. Anyway, I digress; one day I was given a carnation which I placed in a vase and set on the table by my bed. The flower cast a shadow on the wall and with fluorescent paints in hand and nothing else to do I painted the shadow of the carnation on the wall in bright vibrant colors. Days later I had forgotten all about the flower and the painting till I turned on my black light, turned off the overhead and there on the wall by my bed the shadow of the flower burst to life as the real flower drooped dark and dead, now nothing more than a shadow of the painting. It was quite amazing, really.