Mountain State of Mind

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“Standing Tall” – © chriscondello 2013 – Coppers Rock State Park – West Virginia – Saturday morning hike on Ravens Rock Trail… I almost skipped this photo as I thought it was of nothing… After a second look… I realized it summed the entire hike up perfectly… I can say I saw very little on the ground… As my head was in the trees the entire time…

Head in the trees… Mind is up high…
Sandstone cliffs and clear blue skies…
Old growth forest scent and smell…
Mountain laurels cast their magic spell…

Even the birds get it… The deer and the bees…
All are made possible thanks to the trees…
Only when we all learn to get along…
Natural harmony… Creates a natural song…

So today we put feet to a mountain…
Climbed to the top… A sandstone fountain…
Stood on the edge feeling powerful forces…
Yet power lines manage to cross these gorges…

You heard me… Wires through my view…
Unfortunately seen by only a few…
How did the power company afford this?..
Vista views… Surrounding are priceless…

And in the middle of a state park?..
Someone must have surely been in the dark…
At least they didn’t fence off this scenic spot…
Eliminate visitors… What city folks call hot…

Sometimes we simply live with the beast…
Money can buy a forest or a feast…
But somehow we all need to play nice…
Before the earth is covered in ice…

Global warming leads to global cooling…
Think about it… I’m not really fooling…
Heat makes the ice pour into the sea…
A deadly formula for you and me…

Well… I guess it’s more about you…
I’ll be dead and gone before that comes true…
I’ll probably be south of heaven…
Eternally working a ghetto 7-11…

Unless I put my money in the churches can…
Illegitimate… Extortionist… Son of man…
Wait a second… I went off track…
This is about trees… Let me bring it back…

Died on a cross… A cross is made of wood…
How is that supposed to make me be good?..
If god can’t stop destruction… Then man will…
But god will take credit… Like man just stood still…

He will ask for your money… 501-c3…
Then act like his services are totally free…
10 percent is the fee for a heavenly favor…
Ask for forgiveness from our lord and savior…

Because Eve made Adam eat the forbidden fruit…
Because if I designed a paradise…
I would include one fruit that would damn all of eternity…
And tell you not to eat it…
I call that a dick move…

But I get it…

An ode to the mountains of West Virginia… Proof that… When you meditate on something the size of a mountain… Though you may be able to keep your feet on the ground…

Like the mountain… Your head will be in the sky…

plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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The Eyes of Spring

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Spring is slowly waking up from her slumber…
The crocus open like eyes in the rising sun…
And close with the imminent sunset…
Survival… Evolution…
Peace…

When the gardens wake up in the spring…
We open our eyes in the rising sun…
And close them after the sunset…
Human rhythms… Perpetual…
Peace…

When the robins start to sing in the spring…
Winters tears will melt into rain…
And the ground will come alive…
Natures song… Harmony…
Peace…

peace – chriscondello

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Snow Falls And Spirits Rise

100_1969So the birds were right… Winter is now here… A surprise from the night… An end to the year…

The snow falls slowly from the sky… Created by the great lake… And guided by the wind… Frozen tears of Summer settle…

Pittsburgh snow makes natives restless… Toilet paper, milk, bread… Clear shelves and total panic… Two more inches and we’ll be dead…

No change for the animals… They don’t even seem to notice… Birds are singing… Cats are hunting…

Peace…

I love the first snowfall… A blanket of pure white… That covers the litter and dirt… And accumulates in the black night…

Winter brings us white from black… Good from the bad… Light from the dark… New, Pure and clean…

peace – chriscondello

I have never written any kind of poetry—Please bare with me as I experiment and learn…

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Thyme To Finish That Nest

Green grass below me… And grey skies above… Really an odd day for the end of November… The clouds are moving as fast as cars… Blue, purple, orange and grey—constantly changing… Morphing… Heading south-east… At this time of year it can only mean one thing… Cold fronts on the way… Sixty degrees yesterday… Rain in the afternoon… Snow tonight…

Garbage men are smoking at the end of the street… 7:30 AM… The day after Thanksgiving… Not one single can of garbage is on the street… Because not one single person is awake… Or aware of their arrival… But me… Racing to get my garbage together… I managed to get half of it out as the truck was leaving… They took the few bags I had managed to get to the curb… But when I went to my back porch to get another bag… They disappeared… Dammit… Racoons are gonna eat good this week… If I could just train them to clean up after themselves… Imagine if you threw your dinner on the floor before consuming it… How rude…

There’s great light this morning… Very yellow, almost orange and warm looking… It makes the fallen leaves across the street appear almost invisible… The yellow light cancels out the yellow of the leaves… Against the green grass it creates a feast for the eyes… I think it’s because the low sun rise is reflecting off the bottom of the clouds… Only lasts a few moments… But so worth noticing when it occurs… It gives objects that ultra-violet glow that is often experienced in the evening… The little things that we notice… Can be spiritually huge…

The birds that live in my front porch are busy as hell… I can actually hear the things in my wall… I watched them for an hour this morning with my coffee… Beefing up the nest for the cold… These smart birds are apparently using my lemon thyme to build their nest… That’s what I would use—maybe a little chamomile as well…

This will be the third year for birds nesting in my wall… I have no idea if it’s the same ones from the past… I like to think so… I have a feeling they are trying to tell me to prepare for the cold… It makes sense… Why the hell else would they be rushing to insulate the nest…

Nature is the ultimate meteorologist… I think if the weatherman took his head out of the ass of his computer… And went outside and observed nature… He would be right every once in a while…

lets just say a little birdy told me – chriscondello

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