433. November 4th…what if everything…meant nothing….


“Shades of Red”

Of the many that are available…often the least likely is the one where the emphasis….is focused….the attention directed….the energy put forth…that effort may very well be a shout without
an echo….perhaps pointless….sometimes speaking to the wrong cliff face may deliver an echo of questionable nature…

New will arrive….unknowing and certain…destined to play out some piece of the puzzle…putting pieces where they fit or not….and to some placement is insignificant….while fit for others Is requirement….

all the leaves in the bosque these days…look the same…yet are more different than they are alike…and maybe each doesn’t know when they fall…but rather know how they fall…their particular spiral to the ground…and only a portion of their puzzle is revealed…the rest left to fate…truths…lies…convictions and all else that allows for the story to continue….on…as it will…

knowing….without all of the added extras may be at best…..the closest way of finding out what is real…outside of that there seems little that knowledge with prejudice has to offer…other than a dim version of righteousness…which has little ability other than distraction…

There is death in a way that is often required for a continuation forward…a butterfly has to die a few times to emerge a butterfly…

Here are a few poems I read this morning:

From one basin
to another-
stuff and nonsense

Barren branches
the autumn left behind
a cicada’s hollow cry

And my favorite one

Today, then, is the day
the melting snowman
is a real man

Enjoy your day……

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