The Poet's Room

       The interrelatedness of all being can be seen in the bumble bees harvesting nectar from the blue asters. In the harvesting pollen sticks to the bee. The bee then flies to another blue aster where pollen rubs off onto that flower. That pollen fertilizes that flower so seed develops then matures to grow next years beautiful blue asters.     Nature is where I get into the moment, the eternal now. A meditation where the noise between my ears slows down frequently stops for a while. The video, "Take A Walk With Me!"   shares some of those moments.     Always curious we human critters investigate explore nearly everything. An observation at an abandoned farm led to the following poem!       The Ugly Fruit! On a September Saturday morning, At a former farm Now public access To the Sugar River, As two grandsons Get fishing tackle I walk over to The recently abandoned orchard Curious, why one tree Lacks those bright red apples That so tempted Adam and Eve; Instead I find A brow

Click for video:   Meditation  !        Truly not all that long ago, only native Americans lived in Wisconsin. Names of their villages  forgotten. The modern city built on the isthmus between Lake Mendota & Lake Monona we call Madison. The chain of Lakes fed by the Yahara River retains Native American legacy with the names; Mendota, Monona, Waubesa and Kegonsa. An expression of reverence Native Americans created large earthen mounds in the form of animal/spirits surrounding the lakes. For them the Great Spirit infused everything: All the four legs, two legs, wings of the air and plants rooted in ground. Inclusive in their habits of  thought and speech they frequently began prayers with the invocation to All My Relatives. The chain of Lakes in Madison fed by the Yahara River has one anomaly; Lake Wingra which lies to the west of Lake Monona.  Created by many springs that cool water gathers to form Lake Wingra then overflows eastward into Lake Monona. Native Americans who lived near