Because travel is such a huge part of my existence,  those writers  I follow are typically much like myself .. impassioned by particular places on our floating home.  Today is Mothers Day and I've noticed the emphasis on social media posts I choose to follow is not typical.  My favorite writers, who typically expound on the magical qualities of their favorite haunts,  are laser focused on extolling the virtues of Motherhood .. as is right and natural.

Because of this seemingly miniscule observation, my mind has been led to the overall truth,  which clearly reveals itself.  It isn't the place we honor,  the locale we desire, or the cultures which fascinate us.  The true fruit on this magnificent Tree of Life is the gift of communion we share with every living soul  ...  every living soul born from ...
Mother

Happy Mothers Day Ladies 

from Kauai to Paris .. and all places between

Mahalo et Merci for bringing me into this world,  Mom.

I Love You
Your Son,
Bill
 
 
No negativity can exist when children are splashing happily in a puddle. 

The world is at peace during those precious moments.
We can become children again ..

Happy Children ...

joyfully splashing in the puddle ...

together ...

from Kauai to Paris ... and all places between

Aloha et Au revoir,

Bill

 
 
Lucky is the child who envisions soft and gentle bunnies ..

 mysterious hopping fluffs of pink or blue or any hue 

created by the purity of young imagination.



 "Garden gliding" on magical feet

seeking perfect nests for their colored bounty .. 

silently twitching noses in the soft moonlight



Emerging only once each year

living in the dreams of children ..


dreams so strong they briefly become reality 




If only dreams would continue ..

that they would never fade ..

that rabbit eggs were real.


from Kauai to Paris .. and all places between



Aloha et Au revoir
Bill
 
 
 Of all the incredible places we can view ..

none compare to the perfect beauty of a happy face.

Merci et Mahalo for your wondrous smiles ..

they illuminate our world


from Kauai to Paris .. and all places between


Aloha et Au revoir
Bill


 

Fluff

03/21/2015

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There was someone I wanted to speak with yesterday ..

she's gone.

There are others I think about ..

gone as well.




Space they occupied ..

is different now.

Quiet

solemn and still.




Selfishly I wish them back ..

sadly they can't return.

Silence fills their void ..

answers evade my queries.




I beg one moment ..

an instant to share

unspoken words ..

puke out my fermented thoughts.




Words .. each nuance .. all meanings

intended or not

join the cosmos ..

permanently.




We have our time ..

a brief flash ..

when all is said that can be

our time is past.




As wisdom grows ..

words become precious ..

fewer ..

measured.




One opportunity ..

exhalation complete.

Gift or dagger ..

delivered.




Give words like diamonds on satin ..

eternally bathed in light.

Anything more or less is

Fluff.


Facker
March 21, 2015



Mahalo et Merci for reading my words ..

from Kauai to Paris .. and all places between

Bill

 
 
Anything and everything pertaining to growing, gathering, and consuming the luscious papaya is a perfectly pleasant and positive experience.
Selecting and drying  seeds 

Preparing the earth

Watering .. gentle labor of peaceful anticipation

 That moment when seeds burst forth .. thrilling

The baby is born

Begin the watch of time

Begin my watch of diligence with pleasure

Select one plant

Reverently remove all but the one

Hours, days, weeks, months .. a sturdy tree appears

then flowers

 fruit

Carefully I take from the tree

Generously the tree gives.

When the skin is golden

When the aroma calls

I cut it

Remove the seeds

Marvel at the taste

Await the next miracle from our yard. 

___________

One day I h0pe to attain strength of conviction to change and grow

 never again cutting into the flesh of a dead creature

because, unlike the process of killing ..
Anything and everything pertaining to growing, gathering, and consuming the luscious papaya is a perfectly pleasant and positive experience.
but ..

 A fantastic chef awaits in France ..

with steak au poivre.

Merde !!

I'm so friggin' weak ..

but I keep trying ...

from Kauai to Paris .. and all places between

Aloha et "Au poivre"

Bill
 
 
They quietly sit ..

 moved by breeze ..

dancing joyfully with the wind.

 Many times have I passed ..

missing their beauty

fractured thoughts swirling aimlessly

Vigilant lovers

they patiently wait

regal splendor in silence

Countless times I've been the fool

self absorbed

prancing proudly amongst them

When this fool awakes

priorities emerge

receptors open.



Only then do they scream 

"Come .. be kissed by the flowers" !

Pure Love


from Kauai to Paris ... and all places between


Enjoy their Gift

Aloha,
Bill

 
 

It is a beautiful day on Kauai ..

this day defies negativity ..

 joyous by nature ..

sun drenched

peaceful

soft





Wherever you are


purposely .. thoughtfully

grasp nature's gift

 undisturbed

gentle

quiet





We share the breeze

  the bird's song ..

We all inhale

floral perfumes ..

 Father Sun warms 

every face





We are the Humans ..

bound to one another

differently perfect

inextricably connected

within nature

forever





It is a beautiful day on Kauai ..

as clouds gently dance

I think of you 

with love

whoever you are ..

We are the Humans




from Kauai to Paris .. and all places between




Facker
March 1, 2015


 
 



Deep inside our collective gut dwells

 frustration ..

 seemingly with no cure.




Thrashing through our mind flies 

placation ..

no landing spot in sight.




Plagued by our misdeeds ..

 flailing alongside one another ..

toxic human stew.




"Natural" we say ..

not like flowers ..

like rotten flesh they dwell upon.




We participate ..

 hidden fury contributes ..

feeding rancid soup of angst.




Wishing to be 

reunited ..

fractured humanity as one.




Children once again ..

 backs on cool green grass

lost in clouds

safe

smiling

dreaming

...  Together



Facker
February 28, 2015




Dreaming of Peace

from Kauai to Paris .. and all places between


Mahalo et Merci,

Bill

 
 
Today I think of my Father

91 years young

tragically blinded

yet exuberant

so vibrant

spirited beyond many who see.




I curse this injustice

cry at nature's cruelty

wish for the miracle

bemoan the distance between us

and Dad smiles.




Like this post

sans photos

his world is black

mornings dark

voices devoid of face.




Learn from my Father

as he listens to the music

creating pictures

beautiful pictures

beautiful mind 




His spirit soars

tapping his toes in darkness

tapping his toes to the rhythm

tapping his toes

tapping his toes






I love you Dad

 with all the love possible ...

from Kauai to Paris ... and all places between

Bill Facker, Jr.