Happy 1 year Blogiversary, Page Count!

'To Live Outside the Law, You Must Be Honest,
I know you always said you did agree' Bob Dylan

There are folks with big talent, there are folks with big heart (and honesty of heart, in its constant search for knowledge of itself)--but rarely do you see both wrapped so neatly into one package--
even if it is a bit ragged around the edges and bursting at the seams.
No matter how popular Mike Golby gets,
he always finds timenot only to reach out to others, but also to challenge them--and be challenged himself
in the process...My introduction to Mike was the great interview
done by another character known as Frank Paynter (wish I had a collection of all his comments, but that's another story).

Thanks, Mike...keep it rolling!

Ah, the joys of pregnancy!

Kelly, you owe me a new keyboard! ;)

Manifest and Ride This Train

Check George Partington's
eloquent rage against the machine and call to the soul, Blogland, Inc.:

"Okay, I’m think I’m on this underground network….ah, yeah, I’m patched in. here we go…

Welcome, comrade, brothers and sisters armed with nothing but imagination and spirit. To start your own, free blog choose your user name and password and click “continue”…."


(Note: I think I know who Joe 12 and Jack of Hearts are--but who are Painter Man and the Afrikaaner?)

Leap


Stumbling with blind eyes
Bleeding into warm valleys
Feeding on lilies and poppies
I thought were yours
Til I was gouged and gorged
On misplaced love
Oh what this world does to us
Have you eaten of these fields, too?
Oh love what has become of you?

Healing like humility
Drips from the nose
of a turtle
Slow and imperceptible
Do I have the patience
Or nakedness of soul
to hold on and ride
this ride so slow
to me, to you?
O Lord, do you?

Oh what is Time to us?
How many times have we
followed the streams
Past the borders
of our secret being
In out of out the veils
of this world
To die and be reborn
From mingled tears
and glowin’ limbs
When we needed
Oh how many times
Have we disappeared
In and out of each other.
When we needed

Leaning over this overpass
How startling is this sudden darkness
Falling each day like a forsakening
Twinkling ants announce their importance
What is it I forming in the distance?
The moonlight or your flowing train
O’er the tops of cars, a luminous drape

Is it grief or joy
that you walk on?
Is it I that waits for you
Or you for me?

The moonlight or your flowing train
How the mindeye does strain
And if I were to you to leap
would I you ourselves to meet
in a shared net of suspended light
or be just another madman taken the night