60 Sunrise

Just after sun rise
 one
   then the other
   bling blunk
I stir
 I stay awake
   xo back to the one
   xo back to the othr
 and I am up and out as usual
 
I could show you snapshots of an end of November
 very windy
  somewhat cold
    empty boardwalk and swath of sand next to a choppy ocean shore
I could turn the video onto me
 and you could see an old man
  in a shaggy Chinese overcoat and glove
  
Standing barefoot in the sand
 breathing silently
   in the sunshine
     while seagulls huddle
      but the camera battery quit
        right in time
     

My Mother

My Mother 
 wrote poetry
I have her book
Our Aunt Jo typed them up
Little jib jabs
 tugs at the heart
like this
Some pages remain hand written

It's Okay

It's okay you didn't come to see me
 you didn't call
   you maybe thought of texting
    you maybe didn't think at all
I wonder if you have my email
I'll wonder if you'll know my name
now for sure
but later who knows
I promised you'd forget me

On 60

A close friend calls at twelve zero one
I'm out of the bed by one
7-11 coffee
boiling water to soak my feet
gonna learn cutecut video editing

perhaps will resolve to breathe silently from now on

On Turning 60 - Morning

I could take you a picture
 of a late November ocean
  inviting enough to plunge into
    later

I could take you
 I couldn't paint you

I could tell you of images
 of yoga on the sand
with sun
and feet
an  old man insisting
 on putting his socks on
   on one leg

I could whisper
 secrets so grand
  they just come to me
   on the sand
and I beg them stay
 long enough
  for this

The last day of being 59 otherwise known as turning 60

it's silly
 turning 60 has taken a  long time
  these last so many months, weeks, days, now hours
   seem to lag
    and I have savored it
   for before all that
  i forgot about it
and focused on other things
that have nothing to do with being anything else

that is 60
that is 0
that is any number

and I love you
and I love

chi

Project to get rich and famous

Materials: IPAD,TALENT, PRODUCTIONSTAFF

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sound tracks
audio tracks
snapshots
backgrounds
captions
segments
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editing, editing, editing, editing, editing
more editing, editing, etc

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Commenting to Gabriel Cousen's blog on the esscence of life

Happy Thanksgiving day after

 

In response to Gabriel's latest blog entry

http://www.gabrielcousens.com/DRCOUSENS/DRCOUSENSBLOG/tabid/364/PostID/200/language/en-US/The-Essence-of-Life.aspx

 

I submitted for approval this comment. :)

 

 

I don't understand the first sentence, and I'm not sure moksha gets defined. That's not a good start. One of us is confused.

The rest of the first paragraph is full of suggestions I don't want in my head.

The first sentence of the second paragraph. Neither the "big picture", nor "God" gets defined.

The rest I have no argument with, other than it's somewhat tyrannical tone in a familiar pattern; I, the reader, along with the author, do all sorts of things we shouldn't be doing, and should, in fact, MUST do otherwise, for something that is undefined, this "big piture God"

Suggestion. I would like your take on the light and the sound, as expressed, by my humble interpretation of the writings of Kirpal Singh( My favorite piece is the "Mystery of Death"), Castenada, and others. I wonder if you've ever read that and what is your take.

　

bob