Richie above nest, cap. by SailMonkey, photo courtesy of GGAS osprey cam.
cap by Geonni Banner , photo courtesy of GGAS osprey nest cam
Winter Solstice in Point Richmond
Two osprey fly against the darkening sky, Fly down the setting Solstice sun. I sing of day and night and osprey flight: This shortest day of all is done.
Now comes the dark, the long, The longest night of all; But do not be afraid, I hear the osprey call.
Tomorrow will dawn bright, Early in rosy sky, And in the morning light, You’ll see the osprey fly.
Each day earlier still, Bird song will fill the air, Winter will have its fill And Spring be everywhere.
Osprey exist above, perched high Nest on tall poles, soar in the sky, Dive briefly into the Bay Just long enough to catch their prey. Their feet never touch the ground Where we mere humans abound, Their home is the infinite sky; We can only aspire to fly.
cap by Kat, photo courtesy of GGAS osprey cam
Above It All
The hills are green dabbed with mustard yellow And golden poppies washed by last night's rain; Large trucks roar by on the freeway below. And I would be the hawk with piercing call, In highest tree surveying its domain That soars on updraft, high above it all.
The Bay sparkles blue-green beneath the sun, Criss-crossed by white waves from the tugboat's wake; Below the people laugh, having their fun. And I would be the osprey that sits tall Above on its nest, watching the waves break, Then lifts off to fly high above it all.
I would fly as they do, with wilding call, No longer among, high above it all.
Wisdom is not inherited, Nor can it be bought, An accident it isn't, Nor can it be sought.
Wisdom is a distillate, A residue sublime, A godly rarity, That only comes with time.
But time alone is not the source, It's but the needed space, For human interaction, For broad and deep experience, For suffering, joy and grief, For anger, plaint, remorse, For hope, despair and faith, And for calm reflection.
Wisdom is the grade that follows This transformative sageness, A gift accorded to but a few!
So It Is
Nothing goes, Nothing goes, All just is.
Being is becoming, Becoming is being, That's how it is.
It's not absurd, Nor rational, It just is.
We may accept, We may reject, It changes nothing!
Think and Do
To ponder too much Is to do too little. To ponder too little Is to err too often. To balance the two Is the thing to do!
Thoughts to Ponder by JM
All goes as the water flows and the wind blows.
Happiness is a state of mind and not the state of one's purse.
Perspicacity and sagacity walk hand in hand.
Self-realization is life-fulfillment.
cap and editing by Geonni Banner, photo courtesy of GGAS osprey cam
I like to sit up high Where I can see the sky But I do not like to fly.
The Osprey (tune is The Ash Grove)
The osprey how graceful, magnificent and regal As he sits upon his nest, looking out over the Bay. His great talons outstretched, His keen golden eyes searching, He glides over the blue water, Searching for his fish prey.
And I would too be an osprey just like he, I would glide over the Bay to search for my own prey.
Alas, I have no wings to fly, no talons, no eagle eye, So I will just stay here, on Earth, with you dear.