Saturday is my favorite day……it’s feeling of difference, is strong. I’ve often confronted the ‘feeling’ and why it’s like an “opening” in the ether…or air of the world I know…..like an invisible window, letting in fresh air and brightening my world and enabling me to see things I normally don’t see….or think of things that don’t normally come to mind…..or….I know….I sound a little ‘light-headed’…..but it is something I have always sensed.
Do you have such a ‘feeling’ for some particular day in the week that lifts your heart and makes you think…..I can do that….or…..I think that’s possible…..or……nothing’s going to stop me….I see it!…..you know what I’m talking about….as if the cobwebs are out of the way and life, for a moment, looks brighter and different…..and free?
Well, if that’s being ‘off my rocker’ for a moment….well, I like getting off the rocker once in a while to see if I can keep my ‘balance.’ Anyway, that’s where I followed my mind ….this wonderful, Saturday morning.
Crazy Horse was purported to have said, to his followers, before going into battle at the Little Big Horn ….”It’s a good day to die!” – to lift their spirits into the fighting mode. Something tells me that was on his ‘favorite’ day…when the visions are momentarily more lucid…..for all of us.
Don’t mind me…..I get this way almost every Saturday…….haha! Thank you for dropping by….again! You are always welcome….the coffee’s always brewing…..
There’s something about a Saturday
that opens up my heart
and all I see that’s on display
appears in the form of art
whether be it floating, clouded skies
or the sound of a distant train
or the sight of a ground squirrel in the yard
or a walk in the falling rain.
It’s hard to describe the relief I feel
like a shirt falling off my back;
like the smells from the kitchen of the coming meal
or just springing from the ‘sack.’
The aberrant feeling is fresh and ‘new’….
invigorating to every sense
and opens a landscape on which to paint
a day without pretense.
O Saturday…. if only you
could be my everyday
and all my senses could wake anew
and my heart, in every way,
could see the love that’s all around
through the cracks in the ether’s hold
and feel the warmth and the hug of life
and all that’s really….gold!
© copyright 2013 t. j. gargano
Flight of Freedom
North, south, east or west
which way they’ll go, we know not best.
The butterfly course is often loose
its hectic path we can’t deduce.
The hawk, it goes from tree to tree
and often times he’s hard to see
like where he lights or when he goes
or what he does or what he knows
That makes it hard to track his flight;
to keep him in your line of sight
because he hides against the sun
and climbs the thermals, one by one.
Until he’s all but out of view,
way up high against the blue
where he can see for miles around
the smallest thing that’s on the ground.
We’re surely jealous of his flights
his climbing prowess to awesome heights
his need of freedom, his view on high
of where he lives….up in the sky.
There is good reason to be like him
To live our lives…. at the brim
To protect all freedom from tyranny’s hold
and tell its story….’til all behold.
© 2012 t. j. gargano
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Four Guys on a Rock
High upon a mountain, they peer across the hills.
They gaze across eternity; their memory still instills
a look into the past….. of a country’s past travails,
conjured up in vivid stories and legendary tales.
Washington was the first elected to lead this country free
Jefferson’s declaration safeguarded freedom by decree.
Roosevelt fought a foreign war and held the flag up high.
Lincoln saved the nation….. we remember each July.
It’s easy to forget what we learned when we were young
of incidents and those events of history that were flung,
about our nation, into our minds, that we’ve easily forgot
and why these four guys on the rock, to many, mean a lot.
Rushmore is the monument, a granite mountain shrine
in the Black Hills of Dakota, where marks the march of time
of history of our nation as told through only four
and reminds the future to remember, all that came before.
I’ve seen them many times at their advantage way up high
And many times I thought I saw them grin and laugh and cry
But the last time it concerned me, for their stare was not as bright
though I know that through their vision, they’ll steer the nation right.
The area around the monument is pristine in its scope
and you hear the wildlife callings…. echoing down the slope.
You smell the Quaking Aspen, the Spruce and Lodgepole pine
as you look upon the Presidents and know that all is fine.
t. j. gargano