Morning Fog

“We live in a world with wars, oil spills, pollution and rapid deforestation. Our generation is feeling the effects of global warming. And here in Kamloops, a handful of kids are building a few jumps and catching rides uphill. Is that really so bad?” Bike magazine; May 2005.

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My words are sporadic. My thoughts, scattered. Sometimes it is hard to step outside my front door. Life is a circle; day into night. Year into year. The rain drops make circles within the puddles, they are simple. And yet I bury my head in my hands when I try to comprehend infinity. Dudley Dee

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Morning Fog

It was that moment in time
when a tranquility
passed over the earth
stilling the madness
into silence.

Apocalyptic winds
sent us to the hills.
But, it was in these very hills
we all discovered
the trivialities of the beast
and the madness
our souls generated
from greed and hatred.

We were all wrong.

And our separate gods came together,
as we all held a piece of knowledge,
to an understanding
of who our God is;
and we once fought wars
over the derivations of our understanding.

In the end the truth becomes known.
The silences passes
between the ubiquity of night
and day.

The poet,
the artist,
the dreamer,
the farmer,
and the blacksmith,
all knew the answer.
The others
did not,
and they cried into the night.

Simplicity,
the Celtic dance offers nothing more
than tranquility
in the midst of the morning fog
of summer. EjG

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And Solomon asked the scribe, “What do you say is beautiful?”

To which the Scribe replied, “A mother’s love, a father’s guidance, a summer rain, and all that comes forth from the earth. That is what is beautiful.”

So Solomon further asked, “What do you say is necessity?”

And the Scribe answered, “Air, water, food, art, and God. Our body is sustained on air, water, and food. Our soul is sustained on God and art.”

And at that they prayed over their meal.

The mountains outside the window stood in a majestic silence.

montani semper liberi

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Dudley Dee