Gate of Joy

Click on photos to enlarge! A Ted Trimmer shot (below)

"The Catterpiller toward the End of Summer waxeth Volitile, and turneth to a Butterflie." - Bacon

The word 'Volatile' grows out of the Latin 'Volare,' "to fly."

Cooler "gang." His insulin & oxygen are in da cooler!

(below)

This is Frankie. (below) He lives in Waikiki with his Human

Companion, Robert H.

"My reading is hoarding, accumulating, storing up for the future, filling the hole of the present."

"Writing is a beautiful act. It is making something that will give pleasure to others."

- Susan Sontag (both)

At the gates of joy

a butterfly's shadow flits

or is it a shadow butterfly?

It's quieter here than I expected

the only pounding music

is coming from my heart.

Cleared - renounced - renewed

ready to go within

but no hurry - never again;

Trust the unfoldment

and loiter by the gate

Of Joy. A L O H A! Cloudia