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Location:Texas, USA Naturalized US Citizen of Irish extract -   Fixed Wing and Helo trucker.Interests: "The Absurdity of Man". I am a proud supporter of Blarney, Nonsense, and Hooey. I enjoy being a chopper jockey, and trying to figure the world, people and belief systems out. I'm just not very good at it, so it keeps me real busy. I scribble, blog, run this website, mess with rental houses, ride motorbikes, and read as much as I can. I went solo 44 years ago, and I like to say I'm gonna get me a real job one day. When I grow up. ("but not just yet, Lord, not just yet") For my aviation scribbles see www.chopperstories.com.... enjoy! I wish you Peace in your Life. May you always walk with the sun on your face, and a breeze ruffling your hair. And may you cherish a quiet wonder for our awesome Universe. Life isn't always good. But it is always fascinating. Never quit.
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My Hut in the Sky



My Zen hut rests upon rocks at the summit
clouds fly past and more clouds arrive
a waterfall hangs in space beyond the door
a mountain ridge rises like a wave in back
I drew three Buddhas on a wall
I put a plum branch in a jar for incense
the fields below might be level
but can't match a mountain's freedom from dust

                        Stonehouse     (14th century Buddhist monk)





My hut in the sky


I never did attain
The solitude, the inner peace
Of a hermit's mountain hut
hidden
With simple walls
A struggling roof
And blazing windows
That pour my gaze
Thirstily
Into a magnificent distance.

But yet
When I fly
And my thoughts
stream
I realize
I achieved
Somehow
My dream.

My hut
In the sky
With trembling walls
A vibrating roof
Spinning blades
And polished windows
Of perspex
That pour my gaze
In torrents
Sun whipped and rain scarred
Into
An unfathomable distance.



With the simple wheels
Of my small mind
I grope
Feelingly, yet numb
For Answers
To Questions
I have yet
To discover.

My hut
In the sky
The wind
In my face
The Light
In my eyes
The bounce
In my step



Francis Meyrick   (21st century hooligan & blogger)   


Last edited by Francis Meyrick on July 6, 2014, 9:16 am
We little humans, hurtling through the Universe on our tiny, pale blue dot, will find few answers to Life's great mysteries. But we should at least find many of the questions. To write is to ask. To seek. To grope. With humility, and humor. Peace.
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