Diary of Medicine Flower

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Thursday, January 27, 2005

Mentor Sun

The quiet at the days end matches the quiet at the day's dawn—alone perhaps with thoughts or blank meditations, with all things ahead and all things behind. Points in time much like the day before and the day a-coming, I feel a comfort that the cycles of existance may vary in many ways but stay... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, January 21, 2005

Seaside Days

Reaching out to touch the sea stones, I loose my footing and almost fall into the drink. A close one that, as I cannot swim. The waves lap at my toes, teasing me, wanting me in the vast puddle, perhaps to make me fish food - perhaps to brine me for etermity, for the spit of the universe. But I... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, January 12, 2005

Visions

My sight is failing, yet I seem to see better now than when I was a young rascal. I cling to the wheel when I drive and I squint to see who I pass in the hallway. But nonetheless, the vision of my life events are crystal clear to me, leading me surer on a daily path than ever in this life. It is not... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, January 9, 2005

Looking Backwards

Looking backwards at our youthful works, the one's we loved and cherished, with more experienced eyes can make us feel the waste of those days and efforts. Many hours by the candlelight, crafting the themes and words, we know that the world will beat a path to our door. So, we wait and wonder where... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, January 7, 2005

Living on the Planet's Terms

Towering waves soaked them, pulling them to sea, while the world watched helpless and horror struck. Cause and effect. The bowels of the earth quiver and the many disappear. Not the first time nor the last. Ask the Atlanteans lost to the waves after the collapse of the Islas Canarias. We live on... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, January 2, 2005

From My Tower

From my tower overlooking the sea, I gaze at the eye of the creator setting on the horizon taking the warmth away for yet another day. I think about the hot imagination He has bestowed when high in the sky, now nadir - how will the darkness fare on me and my lone peregrinations through the pages and... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, December 31, 2004

Music in our Life

Over a half century ago, I was born in the rush of Spring thraw. Like the new year and new day of life, I screamed to the cieling and the lights and stated my case clearly, clearer than ever I have since. In that utterance, the whole of my life was heralded. In it could be found music and writing,... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, December 27, 2004

Quiet Ecstacy

There are few peaceful moments like the ones that move your cause forward. You can tell them. They are not brash or loud. They sing a sweet song, a low song, audible to few. But you know the ice is meltingand Spring is knocking at the front door when such delicious moments brew in the uppermost part... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, December 23, 2004

In the Cave

As I huddle in my cave-shelter from the teams of rain, I shiver looking out through the water curtain that shimmers the entrance, a waterfall from the overhang. As the filtered gray light strikes my hands, I remember the lost ones, the foraging grandmothers and old mountain men, digging roots and... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, December 19, 2004

Sleep Comes

It is said that rain in the trees make for a good sleep as the sound recalls a time when in our mother's wombs we heard her heart beat. So it calls, each night in the darkness - our originals allow us to put our minds to rest and take our bodies out of flesh and bone and into the visions of the... Sign in to see full entry.

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