haikus for car alarms

the judgemental mind
(what other mind is there?) says,
'your kind will die out.'

'someday, when we choose,
or evolve to seek only
potent measures: quiet.'

satanic verses

we are creatures of air, our roots in dreams and clouds, reborn in flight, goodbye.

i related to this character's romantic farewell

wild geese!

really. they flew over this morning. early.
and the white vans. move em up a little, reverse, up, back.

Wild Geese, Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.

Tell me about your despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.

Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

leaf blowers!

cool sunny day.

cars! buses! kids on the way to school with their elders.

dreams clear and allowing and funny and progressive images.

well being.

getting used to the street. the sounds have died down. it's only been a year.

i hear a leaf blower. morning cars.
the moon rises, when it does, in front, from the porch always a spectacular south facing view.
the guys on the corner are almost finished renovating the space for their restaurant.

lately

lately

receive what is offered

release of me-ism

just listening to talks about stillness (thank you one of three important aries now in my life, at least two of whom love jasmine). so i don't think i have much to add. it's just here.

i shoved the nesting doves off the door frame this morning. they were like, wtf? and moved on.
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next mroning. they are in the "ehhem" tree. that pleases me. their little eyes are so clear.
not much on the street. clear day, clear like dove's eyes. morning commute. yesterday evening a drunk was pissing near the wheel of one of the white vans, and he starts saying 'fatal attraction' and something about how bad the tire treads are. call for warning. doves and warning. i am rooting for those little nesters, funny how things change. yesterday, eviction, sarcasm, love and release of me-ism. today, work. 

don't pay no mind to the death or broken glass surrounding those magical wings

dammit, what day is it? 27? 348 to go?

what's happening in the outside world? i don't fucking know. something about a shooting and virtual insecurity.

getting jobs.

dinner made for us.

home.

change.

love.

motivation.
heard a few sets of shoes walk by. cars. sliver of a moon. typing lessons and times tables; the inner life of a young one.

blessings we give, receive. glad i don't have a rash, but i do need to get a dermatology appt.

and a hair cut.

you're awesome, man.

i've decided to start counting forward - update on the street

nothin happenin tonight. too rainy. brrr. wintery.

it's raining 

rain makes the garden grow.

day 25

there's a car driving by.

the teacher shows up when the student is ready.