The Flaneur sees all, the banal and the miraculous,
Joy and woe are woven fine
Another consciousness expanding garden
The bees and I are out scouting buds
On the first day of June
It's been chill
Temperatures in the low range of seasonal,
Clouds and a stiff breeze
This longtime street artist just had a gallery show,
Not everyone it seems is a fan
Mail Art cows in Berkeley?
Bee friend
The Dorje Doorway
Where a bhikkhu bodhi paused
The noble Berkeley public library,
Communications central
This is the dream where the landlord puts me out
And I still have my tall bookshelves and huge library,
In civic center park I wonder what to do next
"Lacuna"
A temporary temple of free books
For the Book festival this weekend
(Lacuna means like a big daddy surfer)
(Lacuna means like a big daddy surfer)
Is someone at the door, darling?
It's just those tie-dyed hydrangeas
That show up every year
When I stopped on a public sidewalk
To capture an image of this Dharma wheel
They sent a black security guard
To knock loudly on the window
The Berkeley book festival,
Intuitive pow wows take place,
Kids know how by instinct
"A raiment for the soul divine"- William Blake
June 2015
2 comments:
By the time I got to the lacuna late Sunday afternoon the shelves were little more than lucunae.
I did get to a couple FREE panels at the Book Fest, and they were excellent. Sadly, most of the FREE events were SOLD OUT.
I noted the scarcity of books Sunday--& congratulated myself for conquering my addiction
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