"If we cannot end now our differences, at least we can help make the world safe for diversity."
John F. Kennedy

(Crayola Crayons fresh from the factory; iphone5)

"If we cannot end now our differences, at least we can help make the world safe for diversity."
John F. Kennedy

(Crayola Crayons fresh from the factory; iphone5)

May I get you something to drink?

(Pierpont Bar; Union Station, Kansas City, MO; iphone 5)

May I get you something to drink?

(Pierpont Bar; Union Station, Kansas City, MO; iphone 5)

“You are not an observer, you are a participant.” 
― Thích Nhất Hạnh, Being Peace


(Street sculptures; Kansas City, MO; iPhone 5)

“You are not an observer, you are a participant.”
― Thích Nhất Hạnh, Being Peace


(Street sculptures; Kansas City, MO; iPhone 5)

First Frühstück in the new digs. Loved walking out into my yard and picking flowers to grace the table. 

(About the only spot organized enough for photographing^^)

First Frühstück in the new digs. Loved walking out into my yard and picking flowers to grace the table.

(About the only spot organized enough for photographing^^)

Zen Living

Birdsongs that sound like the steady determined tapping
of a shoemaker’s hammer,
or of a sculptor making tiny ball-peen dents in a silver plate,
wake me this morning. Is it possible the world itself can be happy? The calico cat
stretches her long body out across the top of my computer monitor,
yawning, its little primitive head a cave of possibility.
And I’m ready again
to try and see accidents, the over and over patterns
of double-slit experiments a billionfold
repeated before me. If I had great patience,
I could try to count the poplar, birch and oak
leaves in their shifting welter outside my bedroom window
or the almost infinitesimal trails of thought that flash and flash
everywhere, as if decaying particles inside a bubble chamber,
windshield raindrops, lake ripples. However,
instead I go to fry some bacon, crack two eggs
into the cast-iron skillet that’s even older than this house,
and on the calendar (each month another oriental fan
where the climbing solitary is dwarfed … or on dark blue oceans
minuscular fishing boats bob beneath gigantic waves)
X out the days, including those I’ve forgotten.
(Dick Allen)

—-Summer arrived today.

Zen Living

Birdsongs that sound like the steady determined tapping
of a shoemaker’s hammer,
or of a sculptor making tiny ball-peen dents in a silver plate,
wake me this morning. Is it possible the world itself can be happy? The calico cat
stretches her long body out across the top of my computer monitor,
yawning, its little primitive head a cave of possibility.
And I’m ready again
to try and see accidents, the over and over patterns
of double-slit experiments a billionfold
repeated before me. If I had great patience,
I could try to count the poplar, birch and oak
leaves in their shifting welter outside my bedroom window
or the almost infinitesimal trails of thought that flash and flash
everywhere, as if decaying particles inside a bubble chamber,
windshield raindrops, lake ripples. However,
instead I go to fry some bacon, crack two eggs
into the cast-iron skillet that’s even older than this house,
and on the calendar (each month another oriental fan
where the climbing solitary is dwarfed … or on dark blue oceans
minuscular fishing boats bob beneath gigantic waves)
X out the days, including those I’ve forgotten.
(Dick Allen)

—-Summer arrived today.

Summer arrived today.
Suitcase flung open,
Sandals and shorts spilled out across the floor,
She didn’t even wait for Spring to say
‘So long!”

(Photo found)

Summer arrived today.
Suitcase flung open,
Sandals and shorts spilled out across the floor,
She didn’t even wait for Spring to say
‘So long!”

(Photo found)