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GIFFING OFF UNTO THE MIDNIGHT HOUR

2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate the approach of the Midnight Hour. HE is out there still on the sawdust floor and SHE hasn’t heard HIM sing for a very long time. Wait then for MIDNIGHT.

 

Without courage, wisdom bears no fruit.
– Baltasar Gracian

 

   Happy owner, happy cat. Indifferent owner, reclusive cat. – Chinese Proverb

      It ‘s possible to forgive someone a great deal if he makes you laugh.
Carolyn Llewellyn

  

 

You’ve got to practice meditation when you walk, stand, lie down, sit, and work,
while washing your hands, washing the dishes, sweeping the floor, drinking tea,
talking to friends, or whatever you are doing. When you are washing the dishes,
washing the dishes must be the most important thing on your life. Just as when
you are drinking tea, drinking tea must be the most important thing in your life.
–  Thich Nat Hahn

 

      

Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

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DARKNESS OF A MOONLESS NIGHT

2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate the darkness of a moonless night. Some nights seem a little darker than others.

 

Darkness
(1816)
by Lord Byron


I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went–and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill’d into a selfish prayer for light:

 

I built a bridge out of nowhere,
across nothingness and wondered
if there would be something on the other side.
I built a bridge out of fog,
across darkness and hoped that
there would be light on the other side.
I built a bridge out of despair,
across oblivion and knew that
there would be hope on the other side.
I built a bridge out of hell,
across chaos and trusted that
there would be strength on the other side

 

 

 

 

At evening casual flocks of pigeons make
Ambiguous undulations as they sink
Downward to darkness, on extended wings.
– – – -Wallace Stevens “Sunday Morning”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing,
Only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness.
So on the ocean of life we pass and speak one another.
Only a look and a voice; then darkness again and a silence.
– – – -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow “Tales of a Wayside Inn”

 

 

 

YEA THOUGH I WALK THROUGH THE VALLEY OF DEEP DARKNESS, I WILL FEAR NO EVIL FOR THOU ART WITH ME.

 

From Upanishads;

Brahman is the whole world.

Thou art the dark-blue bird and the green parrot with red eyes, Thou hast the lightning as thy child. Thou art the seasons and the seas. Having no beginning, thou dost abide with all-pervadingness, Wherefrom all beings are born.

What to do if they fall:

Stand her up.Stay with her.
wail of the ambulance
……… is not reporting you to the police

She slurs, cries out:
‘the blue fire is coming’
then: “If I fall, don’t…’

Go with her up in the laneway
She might fall again;
bleeding on darkness.

John Stokes

 

 

 

 

LIGHTS AT NIGHT

2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate the lights at night. On the Far Ridge they string like a necklet. Along the Heights and out to sea. And on occasion – nights like this one light or two shine down at the Creek where the farmer lets people camp – from time to time. In the Cottage SHE has lights on. The Main House – because its sad up there now – has just the one or two lights in the living room before my old gentleman goes to bed. Once it was lit with dozens of candles and bright lights and on occasion the driveway lights were on as well. Up through the pine trees where tonight she saw the White Hoot Owl who was here when she came to live here 3 years ago. The day Marian died and one month before her father slept into the forever.

In the Cottage, SHE has all the lights on except for the bathroom where the fan comes on and whirrs with the light. Way back in Tumbulgum , sometimes the Very Bad Man would leave the porch light on for her and sometimes her son would come out and make sure she was home OK. Now SHE is home and waiting for HIM to come home and that means she has the LIGHTS ON.

Down at the Ovals at the Club , the lights were on till 9pm for the soccer game. Cars parked all over and cheers SHE can hear from The Hill.  Soon , the Moon will rise from the Ocean and then SHE will turn out her lights and lie in bed with Moonlight.

NIGHTS AT HOME IN THE DARK OF THE COUNTRYSIDE

2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate Night at home with only one light on and crickets in the long grasses. Autumn edging in and the phones silent.

On Hanukkah, the first dark night,
Light yourself a candle bright.
I’ll you, if you will me invite
To dance within that gentle light.

~Nicholas Gordon, poemsforfree.com

He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i’ the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon.
John Milton

Dreaming permits each and everyone of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives.
William Dement

May you have warm words on a cold evening, a full
moon on a dark night, and the road downhill all
the way to your door.

Tis the night – the night Of the grave’s delight, And the warlocks are at their play; Ye think that without The wild winds shout, But no, it is they – it is they.
~Arthur Cleveland Coxe

SLEEPINESS ON A NIGHT OF SCORPION FULL MOON

2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate SLEEPINESS in all its forms. Blessed and welcome. An attempt to cease existing for a time. The portal to sweet and deep dreamings or the the refused invitation.

FOR BREATHING AND MANY FORMS OF MEDITATION TRY http://www.egreenway.com/wellbeing/breathing.htm

On a Myer hairdryer:
“Do not use while sleeping”.
(Darn, and that’s the only time I have to work on my hair).

“One should either be sad or joyful. Contentment is a warm sty for eaters and sleepers.”

Eugene O’Neill

MURAQABA

When the lips are closed, then the heart begins to speak; when the heart is silent,
then the soul blazes up, bursting into flame, and this illuminates the whole of life.



So I gave up the idea of a circus, and concluded
  he was from an asylum. But we never came to an asylum -- so I was up a stump,
  as you may say. I asked him how far we were from Hartford. He said he had never
  heard of the place; which I took to be a lie, but allowed it to go at that.
  At the end of an hour we saw a far-away town sleeping in a valley by a winding
  river; and beyond it on a hill, a vast gray fortress, with towers and turrets,
  the first I had ever seen out of a picture. 

“Bridgeport?” said I, pointing.

“Camelot,” said he.

My stranger had been showing signs of sleepiness. He caught himself nodding, now, and smiled one of those pathetic, obsolete smiles of his, and said:

“I find I can’t go on; but come with me, I’ve got it all written out, and you can read it if you like.”

A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Courtby Mark Twain
a.k.a. Samuel Clemens
(1835-1910)

which is gratitude, to be given a mind and a heart
and these body-clothes,
a mouth with which to give shouts of joy
to the moth and the wren, to the sleepy dug-up clam,
telling them all, over and over, how it is
that we live forever.

Mary Oliver, Messenger

poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay, from An Unquiet Mind)
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year's bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go, - so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, "There is no memory of him here!"

And so stand stricken, so remembering him.

CHILLED AUTUMN EVENINGS

2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate the chill edge of a sub tropical autumn night . Its not Armidale where the gas heater is out of gas and its not Kalang . But sitting very still – there is a chill. Just a little.

Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting, and autumn a mosaic of them all.”

— Stanley Horowitz

Autumn Song by Sarojini Naidu
Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud;
A golden storm of glittering sheaves,
Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves,
The wild wind blows in a cloud.

Hark to a voice that is calling
To my heart in the voice of the wind:
My heart is weary and sad and alone,
For its dreams like the fluttering leaves have gone,
And why should I stay behind?

To Autumn

Poem lyrics of To Autumn by William Blake. O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain’d
With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit
Beneath my shady roof; there thou may’st rest,
And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe,
And all the daughters of the year shall dance!
Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers.

“The narrow bud opens her beauties to
The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins;
Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and
Flourish down the bright cheek of modest Eve,
Till clust’ring Summer breaks forth into singing,
And feather’d clouds strew flowers round her head.

“The spirits of the air live in the smells
Of fruit; and Joy, with pinions light, roves round
The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.”
Thus sang the jolly Autumn as he sat,
Then rose, girded himself, and o’er the bleak
Hills fled from our sight; but left his golden load.


The poem about an autumn fan is in a Yue Fu style;18 in it Ban Jieyu compares herself to an autumn fan discarded after the summer heat. The expression “autumn fan” came to mean a discarded lover.

Newly cut fine white silk,
Clear and pure as frost and snow.
Made into a fan for joyous trysts,
Round as the bright moon.
In and out of my lord’s cherished sleeve,
Waved back and forth to make a light breeze.
Often I fear the arrival of the autumn season,
Cool winds overcoming the summer heat.
Discarded into a box,
Affection cut off before fulfillment.

It was one of those perfect English autumnal days
which occur more frequently in memory than in life.
~ P. D. James

kalidasa Songs Autumn

THE autumn comes, a maiden fair
In slenderness and grace,
With nodding rice-stems in her hair
And lilies in her face.
In flowers of grasses she is clad;
And as she moves along,
Birds greet her with their cooing glad
Like bracelets’ tinkling song.
A diadem adorns the night
Of multitudinous stars;
Her silken robe is white moonlight,
Set free from cloudy bars;
And on her face (the radiant moon)
Bewitching smiles are shown:
She seems a slender maid, who soon
Will be a woman grown.
Over the rice-fields, laden plants
Are shivering to the breeze;
While in his brisk caresses dance
The blossomed-burdened trees;
He ruffles every lily-pond
Where blossoms kiss and part,
And stirs with lover’s fancies fond
The young man’s eager heart.

This English translation of “Autumn” was composed by Arthur W. Ryder (1877-1938)

Autumn Song

The long tears
Of Autumn’s
Violins
Wound my heart
With a monotonous
lethargy.

All suffocating
And pale when
The hour strikes,
I remember
The old days
And I cry…

And I am going away
On an ill wind
That carries me
Here, there,
Just like a
Dead leaf.

DARK AND STORMY NIGHT WITH ALMOST FULL MOON

2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Animated Gif. They contemplate the completion of this birthday on a dark and stormy night with the almost full moon. The Cottage Doors are closed. There is a Palmer spider out the back wanting to come in out of the cold and wind. The Star Wagon ain’t going no place till the driveway dries out a little. The Girls are making Phone calls to say Happy Birthday and Plan visits in May. They consider the pulse of the life lived on The Hill and the passing of the years. Some birthdays are MELLOW.

A true man does not need to romance a different girl every night, a true man romances the same girl for the rest of her life.

Someday I would like to
stand on the moon, look
down through a quarter of a
million miles of space and
say, “There certainly is a
beautiful earth out tonight.”
– Lt. Col. William H. Rankin, American author

An autumn night… don’t think your life, didn’t matter.
Basho

Better to sit all night than to go to bed with a dragon.

I pray the gentle hands may guide my feet; I ask for kind commands from
voices sweet; At night a stable warm with scented hay, where, safe from
every harm, I’ll sleep till day.


“If you play with the vultures at night, you can’t soar with the eagles at dawn.”

I love thee – I love thee,

‘Tis all that I can say

It is my vision in the night,

My dreaming in the day.

~Thomas Hood

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