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Here are some places I've been lately.
There are variations on these signs
all over east Hawaii Island --
for me, they become like friends,
seen now and then in passing.
Anyway,
now that I'm leaving the Island for a bit,
I asked my friends
(these signs)
if I could take their pictures
to share with you. :-)
And this is the skyline from one of my favorite spots, way off the highway
...just some humble, rutted gravel path.
If we live
for long,
we all become
one of those.
Wishing you a beautiful day,
Bill Brent
[this page last updated: 2011.06.14, 12:10 a.m. Hawaii time | photo credits: Bill Brent]
Wishing you a beautiful day,
Bill Brent
[this page last updated: 2011.05.18, 9:40 p.m. Hawaii time | photo credit: Bill Brent]
Greetings to all at this time of equal night.
To Japan, I dedicate this, now as always humbled by her amazing resilience.
THE AGE OF AGE
by Bill Brent
How can I tell you this?
Because I have seen it, felt it; heard, touched, and tasted it:
It's that peculiar state of being human
that allows for a month, a year, or even just one day
to seem like a decade, a lifetime, or no time at all.
The mad, glad, and sad thing about it is this:
You knew it wouldn't matter,
or you never would have come.
The rains beat down upon our shelter,
and do we even think:
"Why am I so blessed, to have this refuge?
Just some box, that rusts in the rain --
Nothing, really, yet everything to me?"
And as we grow older,
and feet get colder,
do we think that we might not make it through the night,
shelter or not,
huddled toward warm, dry light?
The person who seemed like a vulture one day
can seem sympathetic the next;
The shelter that seemed so corrupt
and inadequate
seems like a haven, once it's perished in flames,
whose fire can feel so comforting,
burning close to the ground,
as if it were a shelter of a kind.
And all of these things:
shelters, and fires, and rains, and people:
shifting in the night, or shadows in the light,
become memories of memories as we age:
vast, twisting corridors, whipped by the winds of time,
till finally, there is only here and now,
and everything in it is space and time,
with no need to tell us what it is.
stopped 1:15 a.m.
March 20, 2011
photo courtesy of: DolphPun
Wishing you a beautiful season,
Bill Brent
[this page last updated: 2011.03.20, 9:15 p.m. Hawaii time]
Checkout time is, um, yesterday.
So far we've been spared; generally, the winds blow away from here. Likewise, this area is rated as the highest risk zone on the island for lava flow, but the lava ain't flowing this way, either.
Wishing you a beautiful [koff, koff] day,
Bill Brent
[this page last updated: 2008.04.24, 11:10 p.m. Hawaii time]
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