The Vibrant Channeled Creator

Your link to see Bob’s Work
as posted by John Stevens

In ICU, I
see you: tubes to meds: life-lines
to breathe breaths, blink eyes.

I blink back tears: blur
the lines of faith, hope, love:
cling to spirits’ breath.

Kavi in his box

Geneen Roth:
“but the truth was that sweetness and quiet and stillness weren’t as compelling as angst, drama and the chatter of discontent.
I mean, seriously: “now” just wasn’t sexy or appealing. It didn’t hold promises of splashy parades with cymbals and drums and opera singers thrashing about. The naked now, the one without frills, the one that was always here, just wasn’t as interesting as what could be. What should be. What I wanted to be. I was enthralled, as the Buddhist teacher Choygam Trungpa described it, with the process of “putting make-up on space.”

Finally, and this is going to sound a bit more linear than it actually was or is, love pierced the trance. I realized I wanted something more than I wanted to keep walking through the airports of my mind. I wanted to be here. For the purpling of sunsets and…

Up the page hides the background
Down the page comes the foreground

gentle creatures watch…
their thirst, their guts call near-far
share air, earth, fire, gaze.

Oliver is three years old-
Feb.9, 2014

Fam’ly assembled:
Eight strong! Owner of diner
takes charge: center stage.

Oliver sidles
close; tells of measuring tape
that springs in and out.

I showed him zippers.
His sister stole the show so
He makes fingers arrows

rotating round; they
cycled, speeding, straight to my
heart! love finding home!