Bobi~isms and preoccupations ~: March 2011

Soaking It Up ~

Sometimes it's like doing the laundry... Life is. There are certain requirements to getting along in a society. I hardly ever do any ironing any more. I'm not wrinkle free and I like it this way. We can do our washing, and frequently bathe ourselves, but somehow these redundant efforts seem, for all practicality, redundant! This laundering, although effective and especially when one is consistent helps, but if and when we let things pile up sometimes the experience becomes one of difficulty. At times I feel a strange time constraint. That the space between point A and point B has somehow become scrunched ~ and it's gotten away from me. Dust bunnies I swear I love you too ~ Yet I know that time stands still and I relish in that placidity. It is in taking time to enjoy this sense of tranquility and contemplate "the wrinkle in time" that I get in touch with the fondness within that is currently growing and sometimes glowing so brightly I wish I had a personal dimmer switch. I could drown in my images and representations as I transfuse internally and watch from afar, like a clock worn on my body, and a sense of I AM of the realization that I become larger then the piles of laundry or dishes in the sink, unfulfilled dreams; or any judgements germinating. Whatever it is I am feeling, I like soaking it up ~ and I like sharing. I am bringing a crinkled abstraction in hopes that my arrangement of words clear a path. I admittedly keep a supply of thoughts on hand just in case, and language spins a web of intrigue that interconnects, accumulating for preservation or future use, I suspect...

Through the washing and the drying and the ironing, (Ok, sometimes I iron) and the eventual sense that I am sitting atop of the pile rather then underneath it all I take delight in putting this fractional, fragmented, spilling of words in blog format. I'm excited about letting this composition creatively take on an order that informs and meliorates, but does not have to be un-crumpled.

Soaking it Up and as always FEELING THE Plague of LOVE ~ as I go through the daily process of adaptation, metamorphosis & the sophistication of modernism ~

A FANCY EVENT by TUCKERAM

This is among my favorite poems... Found in a book called LOVE POEMS FROM GOD ~ Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West compiled by Daniel Ladinsky

was invited

to a fancy event and when

I got there one of the guest said,

"Tuckeram, your shirt is on backwards and so are

your pants,

and it looks like your hair never heard the word comb,

and your shoes don't

match."

I replied,

"Thanks, I noticed all that before leaving,

but why try to fool

anyone."

WORLD PEACE begins w/ INNER PEACE

"In the night we stumble over things and become acutely conscious of their separateness, but the day reveals the unity which embraces them. And the man whose inner vision is bathed in consciousness at once realizes the spiritual unity which reigns over all racial differences, and his mind no longer stumbles over individual facts, accepting them as final. He realizes that peace is an inner harmony and not an outer adjustment, that beauty carries the assurance of our relationship to reality, which waits for its perfection in the response of our love." Rabindranath Tagore

3.30.2011

Felicity Foibles

~ Just a Fragment of a FABLE ~

What can one do with constraints? This is a tale utilizing words that begin with the letter F!

Feeble minded, faint-hearted Felicia flits flourishingly, freeing her fairy-like child from within, flouncing from fern to flower on the fen. (or from flower to fern...) Flaunting her fine figure in nothing but fashionable finery, the fulsome goddess fancies foulard sewn in frilly, frivolous frocks adorned with furbelows. Never anything frumpy, funky, filmy, filthy, or frippery!

Flagrantly flirting, a favorite far-flung fad, Felicia facilitates the flocking of faultless fellows and fabricates a feud with Frances, her fanatic fiance. Flabbergasted and frightful, the formerly friendly fairies are now frigid. Fretfully, Felicia feels compelled to freshen her foggy, yet fair-minded functioning self among the flowers. Fleur-de-lis, Forget-me-nots, Forsythia, and Fuchsia are clearly fussed over the most.

Still, finding it fun to fraternize with fellows, the fatuous, first born to the factotum commits a faux pas in this furthermost, faraway, fabled fatherland. The fiance's fickle family is no longer fascinated by Felicia or her Earth Mother qualities and do not favor the fecundating with Frances. Yes, Felicia has faltered but her father felicitates his now febrile fairy daughter on her feminism and without fanfare or festivity declares furiously.

"Fait accompli! That fellow is a fiend and a farce. I forbade you to futz with Frances when there is to be no future.

Thus, in this fin de siecle, Felicia remains frazzled and ponders the source of her loss of faith and fastidiousness. So much for felicity, (or fidelity) and foibles.

Now Felicia and her fetishisms fidget on the fen amidst fiddleheads and ferns. Focusing on rest she reclines funereally on her futon. Felicia meditates and recalls a fantasy with a fictitious finale. Finagling with a flautist, a financier, feasting on figs and filberts near a fiord in Finland. Another flagitious fling! The flippant fairy awakens flinching and flushed. Not having meant to torment Frances, nor having the farsightedness to join Foolhardy's Anonymous, Felicia feels forced to feign a forbearance. But alas, she remains friable and frangible, encountering friction frequently because of her frolicsome, fuddled state ~ At the edge of the forgotten foothills surrounded by formidable fences, Felicia continues to act foolishly, hoping to not foul future fortuitousness.

3.29.2011

morning possibility awakens potential possibilty

subtle softening sleeping soundly, sensitivity to world around me ~ awakening slowly expanding spatially, breathing fully, grace singing a morning lullaby ~ morning has tiptoed across the night to greet me with smiling optimism :-)

Photo taken by Dean in the late Fall on beach of Wildwood Crest NJ... While I was otherwise preoccupied with the above ~ He teaches me about appreciation...

Bobi~isms and preoccupations ~

TransFORMATION by ME (Bobi)