|Jughandle State Preserve|
There are seamless moments that reveala pulserolling down 47th street, or the freewaya pulse, not apart perhapsfrom a white capped wave that justbroke on a summer shoreline in Cape Cod,and now ripples off to Africa.
I want to tell someone (who will believe me?)that if I lift this foota spiral galaxywill spill like creamacross the fine dark pavement of eternity.
(1989) from "A House of Doors - Open Poems"
|Saying Hello to Gaia|
|The Way I Think It Really Is......|
|Hydragea in Mendocino|
The green plants
from water air
from water earth
earth and sunlight
grasses in the sun
|Jughandle Farmhouse Hostel|
|Saying Farewell to the Ocean|
|Pink Ladies say "Hello"|
"Then what is the answer?— Not to be deluded by dreams.
To know that great civilizations have broken down into violence,
and their tyrants come, many times before.
When open violence appears, to avoid it with honor or choose
the least ugly faction; these evils are essential.
To keep one’s own integrity, be merciful and uncorrupted
and not wish for evil; and not be duped
By dreams of universal justice or happiness.
These dreams will not be fulfilled.
To know this, and know that however ugly the parts appear
the whole remains beautiful. A severed hand
Is an ugly thing and man dissevered from the earth and stars
and his history... for contemplation or in fact...
Often appears atrociously ugly.
Integrity is wholeness, the greatest beauty is
Organic wholeness, the wholeness of life and things,
the divine beauty of the universe.
Love that, not man apart from that,
or else you will share man’s pitiful confusions,
or drown in despair when his days darken."
Not Man Apart - Robinson Jeffers*
*My friend Felicia passed away in 2010 - she was a mermaid never entirely easy on land. Robinson Jeffers spent much of his life wandering the Big Sur coastline of California. I always think of them both when I visit the coast, feeling perhaps their spirits leaving footprints in the sand still.