At the Waters Edge

This grey paper scrap
Tangled in mangrove branches
Bears no human words.
Perhaps the wind brought it here;
The tides will take it away.

nautalis shell

I found this shell, a fragment on the sand;
A poets perfect spiral cracked by time,
Crushed by tides, abandoned on the shore.

The gulls were done with what had lived inside.
The striped shell and pearl insides, both picked clean.
Snails and crabs had scoured the smallest chambers.

The empty test left me dreaming of whorls;
Imperfect spirals wraped around my heart.
Each cell extended life another day.

Between the sun and wave I lost my self`.
A great sound echoed in that broken shell:
Cupped against my ear, something lost returned.

All along the beach a great silence fell.
My empty head against a broken shell.

Compassion in Traffic

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Enjoy the view

"As he stood on a high mountain, looking out over the beautiful country before him, a man slipped and tumbled from the precipice.
In his fall he grasped desperately at anything which could break his fall. Luckily he grabbed a tuft of thick grass and was able to cling to that.
As he held on, a white mouse crept out of a crevice and nibble at the grass, Later a black mouse took it's place and chewed away a few stalks.
So it went for a time, first the white and then the black until the grass pulled away from the rock.
The man fell to his death.
Even though he clung to th cliff face for days and nights, he still fell.
In another story he let go to pick a wild berry which tasted sweeter than any flavor he had known.
Even if we cling to life like the first man, or give it up for one chance at bliss as did the second man,
We fall, hapless, through our lives.
No amount of struggle shifts the balance of the scales.

So do the meek inherit earth?
Or should we rage against the gnawing of the mice?

-Sherab Pawo

Struggle

Only through great struggle

Will any of us overcome

Our opposition to war.

If you went to your

Enemy and said,

"Shoot me now?"

Killing would not cease.

Death would not

Stop in Hir tracks.



What hunger

Feeds on Sacrifice?



We all Crave

Engulfing flames

To consume the illusion

Which separates us:

Desire from delicious,

Pain from protection,

Sound from silence,

Embracing arms from emptiness.



What Spark Can Start such Fires?



With my Friend I debate and Drink.

We point at stars, Laughing.

The lines In the sky

Tell our stories.



10,16 2006

the upturned bell

prana

samaya

Notes about my family

My Uncle Sent me this some time ago, and I thought i should revive any interest and make copies of things since records of this kind are always vanishing form the internet

Ward Family in the American Revolutionary War, Part 2

JOSEPH WARD
New Jersey Militia. Enlisted in Essex Co., NJ in Captain Craig's Company of NJ Militia. Madisonville was established in 1809 as Madison, Ohio after the newly elected President James Madison, the fourth president of the United States. Prior to 1809 settlers had already begun to arrive in the territory. The first permanent setter was Joseph Ward, a sixty-five year old Revolutionary War veteran from New Jersey. Joseph and his two sons, Usual and Israel, came overland by horseback intending to settle in the new outpost of Columbia. Joseph's wife, Phebia, and other sons and daughters traveled by flatboat down the Ohio River to be reunited at Columbia. Seeing the obvious flooding at that location they decided to go up higher and settled in what was to become Madisonville. Joseph and his sons built the first house, a log cabin, in 1797 along an old Indian train near what is now Whetsel and Monning Avenue. By 1926 a Post Office was established in the village and the name was changed to Madisonville to avoid duplication with another Madison, Ohio. [this is today a suburb of Cincinnati, Oh.