Blue Haiku 4 111.7
Tsunami heart, waves
blue soliloquy within
spring Viking bells, blooms, soul
Northwest Vault of the Cosmos
Wind Water muse riff.
(by anne amerson @ art ranch of texas, 4.11.17; 1 p.m. CST; full moon)
“…in between words, in between thoughts, in between the cracks, navigating is best met with non-resistence and whispers…. the web of nowhere will not respond favorably to surrender nor to gross movements…imagine a sign SPATIAL DISTORTION: DO NOT SHOUT NOR BE PASSIVE! …free falling is outside or between the realms of existence. ..it is real and assumes many meanings which may not represent our understanding or beliefs…heightened acute awareness which may or may not be existential…having slipped between the worlds there is a blessing of a sort, and a partual return may be possible, depending upon the aperture of our minds. we swim constantly in infinite possibilities…but HUMAN beings want control…loss of control makes us feel vulnerable, but this is a double edge comfort zone…we dwell in a zone between real and illusion most of the time…it is as if in this information age a funnel is stuck into our heads and we all suffer from intellectual indigestion..” by Todd Martin Stafne 2009.
Todd has been both friend and moody muse blue since we were teens of the 60s. Mostly quiet. Our bond was that of family friend in the Midwest. I was “older sister.” He was both cherry blossom and warrier with a gift of global insight that startled and mesmerized my creative spirit. He was a true artistic conduit, misunderstood contemporary genius , and teacher. His was a very young soul. Mine was very old. but our minds and spirits are only in time and our bodies in space. His life was a work in progress and each day was a lab experiment to find that which was new or a wabi-sabi. As you read this in your particular viewpoint in your personal time space continuum which exists in the past, present and future, embrace your humanity. Smile. Feel your feelings! Live each day like you mean it. Allow your soul to wander a road less traveled. Whisper his name in your heart. He is there. ..(copyright ,Journals of Annie Mayhem ph!=D (JAM!) , 2nd edition .2017, Petroglyph Press @ Art Ranch of Texas A.R.T.)