Changing Direction While Standing Still

Changing Direction While Standing Still

By Curt Vaughn

When was it that getting from here to there involved voluntary movement?

Why is the path one takes everyday changing faster than or slower than one is actually moving?

Or are we or I just standing still on this moving Earth?

I see elevators of stair climbers and escalators of elevated persons on any given day, but I think they are moving both backwards and forwards at the same time.

When did you get here, I got here just before that last thought but before your introduction. 

Did we suddenly change direction on this train or am I standing still in the hall still.

I guess we have or I have to choose the next direction, should I sit, or stand, maybe I just will walk around for a while.

Thanks For the Direction of Change you can finish this however you fill fit.

Cliché Luck

Cliché Luck


By Curt Vaughn

I think I would like to live in a apple orchid, for if I were surrounded by apples surely I could keep doctors away.
I would also like to have pennies line my way to work every day so when I pick them up I will have good luck.
Then I would hand out the pennies to smart investors for there thoughts while putting my earning away in case of rain.
Next I would put a grin stone next to a hammock and pool in the sun so I could work all day long while I play.
Finally, I would end my day by putting on rags in hopes of waking up with more riches.

Natures Path

Natures Path....

By

Curt Vaughn....

The fire burns the new leaf sky under a blanket of fireflies.

While we the trees converse through winds of the new dawn

until the new sunset brings rolling rocks to our roots, after

we have eaten the rays and sampled the rivers of our youth

What wisdom have we passed from branch to branch?

And what new paths through the forest have we made?

Will we go wandering or shall we stay in our already

rich and fertile soil that does not change and can be explained.

Let’s cast off the dead branches and grow new ones and surround

ourselves with the fresh foliage of the spring of happiness.

And let’s find contentment with the wild animals that nibble

at our feet and pass the dinner plates of sharing to them

and all that come along our path.  For the wildfires of time

could come at anytime for one leaf, one tree, or even one forest.

These do not make nature it self but the knowledge that moves with

the wind, water, and rocks along each path connects us

as long we keep exploring the known, and unknown paths.

And do not let the paths disappear under the moss of nature as

we know it can not be loss, in this you can always find your

bright sky and smile back at it and laugh for a while.

The Cave and the Butterfly's

The Cave and the Butterfly's

By Curt Vaughn

I am walking in the woods and then I see her at the mouth of the cave. 
She enters and I know I must follow after her, so I begin to walk towards the entrance. 
A group of butterflies follows me in as I enter, and stay with me throughout the journey. 
It is dark, but beautiful as I see her up ahead of me climbing into the great abyss. 
I hurry after her while the butterfly’s still remain to fly around my dim lantern. 
She is repealing down the cave walls like she has been here before, I feel the same way about this place. 
So, I throw my line down and without haste cast off into the dark but familiar pit. 
I rich the bottom where the butterfly’s now seem to be finally settling, 
and I see her standing next to a giant underground waterfall, she walks or jumps through it I do not know. 
There is only one way to find out for myself, it is to take that step or leap of faith after her. 
Will we come out together on the other side in one piece one can only dream to hope.

Were Sorry

Were Sorry

By Curt Vaughn

Were Sorry,

The Meandering, Grinding, Volume of Ceaseless, Query's into the cosmos comes frequently, often and sometimes not at all.  So, please restate all inquiries for the here and here after.  Some one or No One will get back to you in the next eternity depending on your point of view in space and time.  If you need assistance please dial (number for pie in math) to its full extent.  Please continue to wait on hold until the possible end of time.  The universe may or may not appreciate your patience, and/or existence.

Thank you

Crow Fields

Crow Fields

By Curt Vaughn

From the earth three crow stocks grew to the giant’s knee

The corn laughed in the distant while roasting on the power lines

The Man Crow hung lonely in the near empty field watching and dreaming

While the Scare Farmer spread the earth open with his bare hands

And let the water flow from his sweat and tears into the grand canyons

He had made will waiting for the sun to set so he could stop the time of day