Tuesday, November 28, 2006


Muncha Muncha Muncha
Decomposition Hey Hey Hey
I Break down, I get Down

There are many kind of bugs
Worms and snails and slimy slugs
They are useful for me and for you
THey help to make the soil renew

So come on all you people gather round
Break down and listen, To Decomposition.

Decomposition is a useful game
a tree drops its leaves but they do not stay the same
A bug chews them up and spits them back out
Making the soil for a new tree to sprout

Friday, November 10, 2006

Deep Inside My Heart

Song session w/ 100 kids


The Unknown
As we know,
There are known knowns.
There are things we know we know.
We also know
There are known unknowns.
That is to say
We know there are some things
We do not know.
But there are also unknown unknowns,
The ones we don't know
We don't know.

-Donald Rumsfeld
-Feb. 12, 2002, Department of Defense news briefing

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Soap Box

28 times around the sun, Head spun in new directions frequently.
Even numbered stable ground. They say one must get lost before one is found.
I find my song today, full of sound, aching to release, yearning to escape.
So I let it out, where it feels right. No more hiding in the night. No time to waste no more.
Just a game of pick and choose.
Which gate to enter.
Which road fulfilling.
Which spring looks most cleansing to my weathered soul.
Which gloves will empower my hands to gather shards of broken light in this seemingly fragmented world.
Not a tick to waste but not a tick in haste. Coach always said be quick but don't hurry. Soul friends along the way guiding me, grabbing me, pulling me, lifting me up so gently by the runners on my chin to the places and spaces where my soul feels nourished. Fertile ground for my essence. This tree and these roots have been replanted, uprooted, relocated time and again yet soil fragments reside, rest inside, hitchen along for the ride. Ancient energy re-cycled. Such a blessing to be alive. Especially in a today. I'm left in a state of thankful, Awe-full (full of Awe), Amazement. Fingers twitching. Eyes peeled open. Larynx flutters. Dreams still racing. Heartbeat pacing. Blessings Blessings Blessings...

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Yonis Blog

Brother Yoni's got a bloggidi blog with great pics and poems...