Well Artie, my interpretation is that you have to have the courage to not only look at your trash heap, but take a rake and shovel and spread it all out so you can sift through the garbage. Some of the trash you can just gloss over, but some needs real study and examination.

And when you are done with your examination and study, you rent a backhoe, dig a very deep hole, shove all of the trash into the hole, and bury it and be done with it forever. And when that last pile of dirt is moved into place, you will have your newly strengthened wings. None of this can be done without personal desire and the strength to do the job. The strength comes from you and the higher power of your choice.

Me Me Me! hand raised high!!!

I thought I had a bad dream,
It really left me in shambles
But I didn't wake up
I just changed the ..
the channels

Lots of food, it gives me gas,
It passes forcefully from my...um...posterior!
If only I could fart some more
I'd fly to England's long-missed shores.
I haven't got the wherewithal
To take a jet for so long a haul,
So I must go by other means!

Pass the curry, pass the beans!

hahaha blue!!!


walk carefully the leaves
to down awesome night
popcorn ceiling cloudy
pig is green ice
swim if i fall down
somebody geeky me and you.
like a ninja hyper me
awesome summer sky too hot
a chicken is dirty fish poo
fart if I ask

Ok, so that last one was a random generator. After my 'stuff' kicked in I have been bitten by a poem. Here is one by me, and please forgive me if I cannot use everyone!

DoooOver must start again on her creative roll
Arfie hums as she works with her bee's
There is a bluedragon flying with the beautiful RubyBlue Jewells
Lilly's are popping with beautiful colors
and we are KneeDeep in pink and Powerpurple flowers
The WeepyOne willow is blooming in white
as the sun has Rizen with a beautiful Suncloud of blue and white
In the end of July Leo has come out to play purring along all of the way
Mujica's joy sings through the silence
Donna wanda'd into the Sa'Paradise of Fairydust sand so soft and sticky
We hop on the Spacepony and we are Goodtogo saying Givemestrength.. as DavidNRockies await

That is what I have so far if you would like to add!!

The Arf Art can fart with gaseous ease
Not meant for museums of forever decree
Riding the wind with the moment's rescind
One appreciation at a time
Pass the curry, pass the beans

52, My bond with our Mother Earth is far, far, far and away more developed than my bond with human culture. She has comforted me without fail each and every time I have been abandoned, sick and beaten by human civilization, even now in my current exile. My heart breaks with each new hole that is cut into Her Skin for the sake of hiding human cultural rejects. (Landfills, etc.) I feel Her pain as the resulting concentrations bleed into Her System.

I compost and recycle. One of Nature's most consistent themes is that everything is on its way to becoming something else. Human trash included. I try to work with Mother Nature instead of constantly claiming I am smarter than She is. I feel the raking of the trash as Tai Chi with an environmental connection. The sorting and re-purposing is my Little Mall on the Prairie with natural lighting. Personally, I don't usually need the shovel for this job. I mostly use my shovel for bringing air to choked roots.

Just me. . . Best of luck while you bury your own.

Don't take it all so seriously
It is all just a passing phase, you see
Mother Nature knows how to wash it all clean
She can shrug us all off with a casual sneeze
We arenae so big in Her Grand Scheme

Lovely thread, Artfie.

I share this tidbit:

From clay I came
To clay I'll go
And all my days between
I shape that clay
As I can
To someday be
The clay that feeds
The mighty hickory tree.