Latourell Falls, Columbia River Gorge, Oregon
“As one of my intelligence community sources says, we need to eliminate MICE. By that he means Money, Ideology, Compromise, Ego, the common denominators of all leaks. In other words, leaks will persist as long as human nature does.”
Quote from article, “How to Turn Off WikiLeaks;” Keith Thomson Reporter, Huffington Post, 11-29-10 04:00 PM
Reportedly more than 2 million users on the military’s secret internet network (Siprnet). This was an information leak and not a breach of internet security (hacking), Secretary of State Hillary Clinton said today. Undermining world leadership in one fell swoop — simply human nature?
Rolling through high-heeled streets,
Shimmering in a photo finish.
Small drops with big ideas,
Ya make that steal, or merely cop a feel?
Too much cotton for mirrors on the flipside of down,
But soaking floats color.
So dragging the horizon like an ephemeral plea,
She teases air from smog.
Small drops, what’s the big idea?
She prays for din to break silence,
Before fancying a prey on thunder.
Pattering in gardens of brick and cities of grass,
She won’t ride lightening to wit,
Why take a bolt, when Sun owns color?
San Diego, CA
Local drum circle on Sunday nights: It’s not in the guidebooks, but, if you are open to spending the evening on a nude beach listening to kettle drum, bongo, and tabla beats, it’s worth checking out. After the sunset, about 100 of us exited in a ritualistic procession led by three men wielding torches and lighting our way down a windy trail of rocks. My friend summarized the evening best:
“I finally understand what this whole peace-love thing is about!”
San Diego, Balboa Park: Photo taken with BB cell phone. Poem inspired by a chance meeting during a morning walk through the rose garden this cloud-ridden week.
Stick out my tongue,
My celli captures it beautifully!
Plumes of white brighten the dim sky,
Shades sparkle in pink, cream, yellow, red, green…
Gray palette: Showcase petals and leaves!
Her hand shakes,
No lightning or thunder. Only rain.
“…Sit for a minute?”
Balboa Park, Rose Garden (recommend)
It’s October, and I watch a bee graze the stamen (that thin hair-like stuff in the center) of a pale yellow Julia Childs.
Some blooms have wilted, while other buds flourish — hard to tell if it’s spring or autumn. Isn’t that the case sometimes in life too?
We wilt and blossom in the paradox until nature indicates a clear shift, and we are once again intimate with season.