In tune

Posted on April 29th, 2007 by george.
Categories: poetry, synthesis, life, love.

Love is a bell ringing out light
Its volume limited only by your ears

Your face can only be illumined
To the degree you are willing to turn
Toward the sun of my heart

We are half-strung guitars
Only suffering can stretch us into tune

My love is a cascade
Were you to find a dipper as big as the sky
Your cup would always overflow

Our lives are this blank page
Waiting to be written

The full measure of understanding is laid out before you
If only you can learn to see it

Every atom vibrates with enlightenment
Every star sings

My doors are open
To the seven golden gates of your soul

Know thyself
And take flight

4 comments.

This is your America

Posted on April 24th, 2007 by george.
Categories: society.

I am ashamed.

9 comments.

You can fly!

Posted on April 23rd, 2007 by george.
Categories: technology, future.

Look out, Peter Pan. Move over, Rocketeer. Flying ain’t just for Neverland anymore.
Bonus: JetMan is Swiss.

5 comments.

constellation

Posted on April 22nd, 2007 by george.
Categories: poetry, space, future, life, love.

you are my conveyance
my lifeboat
my nourisher

you are the window
through which I gaze at your golden limbs

I watch you roll slowly on your belly
as sleep darkens the eyelids of your skies

I am your deserts

a speck of dust from you

you are my oxygen
your cool blue breath
on my neck

I am your great oceans of tears
your shine reflected on my cheek

Why must I be so far from you
In order to see you?

I never truly escape your embrace
and I take you with me
to the seven stars

and through all the worlds

there is not an atom in me
that is not you

6 comments.

sunder

Posted on April 19th, 2007 by george.
Categories: poetry, life.

this one
a delicate perse
here
an aquamarine

sinking soft and slow
as life slides by downstream

back to the floor of the sea
nestled in beds of sand

shape but a memory
in the hollow of my hand

I could turn this ship around
sail against the chasing storm

instead I drift along
fingers dipped in water warm

of searching what’s the use
the day has set its sun

the banners raised in truce
the deeds lie fixed and done

farewell my precious orbs
return to coral worlds

let others’ lungs now burn
for you

my string of pearls

2 comments.

On a cold night

Posted on April 18th, 2007 by george.
Categories: poetry, life.

the lights are on
the crowd has gone
the music stopped
we stand alone

and dance around
those little things
we cannot bear
on broken wings

while in the shadows
hunters lurk
their sharpened fangs
in twisted smirks

I won and lost you
in my arms

I leave you now
to others’ charms

3 comments.

Pax Maldivia

Posted on April 11th, 2007 by george.
Categories: life, friends, photography.

I had to share this. Peruse Ahmed’s stream and prepare to be amazed.

2 comments.

These are my days

Posted on April 11th, 2007 by george.
Categories: life, friends, music.

7:11 am — Wake up before the alarm.  That’s strange.
7:20 am — Shower.
7:30 am — Dress, read the Writings, pray.
7:45 am — Nuke some water for my morning green tea, grab a Clif bar.
8:00 am — Realize tank is empty, fill it up at world’s slowest gas pump.
8:20 am — Arrive at work for 8:30 meeting.
12:00 pm — Lunch at Thai Thai, my favorite sushi joint.
1:00 pm — Reconvene.
4:10 pm — Arrive at gym ten minutes late for Bosu class.
4:20 pm — Realize it’s been a while since I’ve trained with Erik.
5:00 pm — I can’t move my legs.
5:01 pm — Thank God the next studio class is yoga.
5:30 pm — Why am I sweating again?
6:00 pm — That is the most relaxed I’ve been in months.  Note to self:  more yoga.
6:10 pm — Run back inside from the car to fax forgotten W-2s.
6:30 pm — Encounter a wildly fishtailing Audi TT on the way home in the rain.
6:31 pm — Race him to the grocery store.
6:50 pm — Checkout.
6:52 pm — Follow same TT out of the parking lot, wondering how we managed that.
6:53 pm — Listen to his wastegates popping until he steps on it and leaves in a cloud of mist.
7:10 pm — Arrive home where Farah, Fere and Toufan are waiting for dinner.
7:15 pm — Set out veggies and dip for the appetizer.
7:20 pm — Realize I’ve forgotten that I have a concert to attend in Orlando at 7:00pm.
7:21 pm — Call Bill to apologize for missing the carpool to the show.
7:40 pm — Finish preparation of chicken caesar salad with croutons and fresh romano, five-cheese garlic bread, and chicken tortellini with cream tomato sauce.
8:00 pm — Finish dinner, wish the kids farewell, jump in the car.
8:10 pm — Drive out of the way to retrieve Toufan’s electronic toll pass from Tim.  Chat.
9:30 pm — Arrive at the Social, pass security.
9:31 pm — Realize it’s not a non-smoking night.
9:35 pm — Find Bill, rock out to Sebadoh, take pictures.
11:00 pm — Depart Orlando.  Call Lazi.
11:30 pm — Succeed in missing my turn.
11:40 pm — Miss it again going the other way.
11:41 pm — Realize I can’t do two things at once.  Hang up.
11:45 pm — Stop at 7-11, grab a green tea and some gum, check my map.
11:50 pm — Finally make my turn.  Call Lazi back.  Chat.
12:30 am — Arrive home, find Toufan still awake.  Bid Lazi thanks and farewell.
1:30 am — Finish editing latest batch of Utah photos.
2:00 am — Finish uploading, titling, captioning and tagging latest photos.
2:01 am — Realize I should probably write all this down, but don’t want to be up til 4am revising a good blog entry.
2:24 am — Finish a time-tagged play-by-play of the day.
2:30 am — Pray, read the Writings, go to sleep.  Tomorrow we begin again.

15 comments.

An evening in spring

Posted on April 5th, 2007 by george.
Categories: poetry, life.

seamless cobalt sky

palms brushed by fingers of wind

cool jazz drifts downstream

20 comments.

Farah, Fere, and Frackers

Posted on April 2nd, 2007 by george.
Categories: travel, life, friends.

So it turns out my friends the Behdin sisters, Farah and Fere, met my friend Heather years ago on Pilgrimage in Haifa.  Small world, huh?

9 comments.