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LATE FRAGMENT

And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.

--Raymond Carver
from A New Path To The Waterfall



Roar Roar Dinosaur

A fun song for kids and other humans:

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Roar Roar on YouTube

Green Book Collection

A 9 track poem / story / song collection by Randy Weeks:

  1. Office Aisle (poem)
  2. Invitation (song)
  3. See You Tomorrow (story)
  4. Hobby Horse & Wallpaper (poem)
  5. What You Are (song)
  6. The Last Six Days (poem)
  7. Our Little Life (song)
  8. Natural (song)
  9. Smile Awhile (song)
Green Book on YouTube

Green Book on Facebook
This Time


This Time

Oh, I have let my lonely tell me lies
And sometimes Iíve believed them
Committing days and
stealing nights
Allowing worry to
both limit and abuse
imagination

While I wear busy
like a badge
A prize
for losing languor
Making Sabbath
an exotic thing,
like vacation,
someday,
Later.

And lonely says
TOMORROW
if I seem to hear the drone
of my work inside its echo
and its landscape of alone
forgetting how to spell repose
and how it feels to play

But thankfully, it doesnít last
Eventually, Always, Someday
Someone loves me back to now
trusting Iíll recall the ways
to practice ancient healing arts
like naps
and tea
and Sundays

Free again from lonelyís trance
For what then would I pine today?
What slow and lovely longing blooms
here as I sit in quiet sabbath space
just a little longer than
the average fast food drive through takes?

As I feel the restoration
of unscheduled time
unstructured space,
of a coffee-scented,
slowed-down,
unreasonably sunny
summerís day
Of a beautifully boring,
lazy afternoon,
an evening blessed
with noisy bugs,
and neighbor voices
leaking through
screen windows
of another age

Of weekends framed in campfire smoke,
radios and flickering light,
even though full sunset doesnít
come till 10 Oíclock
The endless day
turns endless night
all endless summer long

And I love the seasons, all, I do
Iím not really yearning
for a summer of forever
or for yesterday returning.

Just the power of the schedule-less
The rest inside of willingness,
Practicing choice over obligation
And opening that door in me,
to empty days
of restoration

to all the space
and weeds
and breeze
that endless summer
used to be

Then in that space of nowness
free of lonelyís busy lies
Maybe I can
hear
feel
see
what life
has been
asking of me

this year
this life
this time.

- RB Weeks 11-29-17





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