Swimming In The River Lethe

If you recall vividly or recall ALL, you suffer from hypermnesia.

When a squirrel buries nuts, does it bury too many in order to make sure…

Forgetting is not an option nor is something more extreme, amnesia.

“I will find those nuts,” the squirrel swore…”didn’t have to plant too many.  I DO remember where my cache is hid.”

Perhaps we can refer to this squirrel as a diva.

Birds sometimes return to the nest they made the year before.  Do they come back to begin again or to sit Shiva for what is past?  Why do the birds return?

If you recall vividly or recall ALL you suffer from hypermnesia.

An elephant never forgets, sad gentle giants – to remember the pain as well as the pleasure – sometimes forgetting is preferable, a spiritual anesthesia, insensitivity to pain, turn the page, close the book, the moment is NOW.

Live there.

NOTELETHE is one of the five rivers in the underworld in Greek Mythology.  Drinking from this river makes one FORGET.  There is also a Greek Spirit of Forgetfulness and Oblivion – Lethe.


HALCYON, Definition Thereof

Walking across the sand, the beach, sunrise

Strumming the Japanese string Shamisen …

Silence, slight wind, daylight, a peaceful guise,

Tracking through threaded trees true dalliance

When heard the mythical Halcyon Bird Cries

Create serenity so champion…

To stroll: gray fog stirs mysterious highs.

Munch on a blue bell flower, Rampion.

Colorful Halcyon Kingfisher tries

To fill the daydreams in my garrison.


What’s with the bold hyper Hummingbird[s]?

Oh, they’re my loud and noisy Greek Chorus.

Rumble [bumble, fumble] wait the ground shakes!

Listening to the birds, the blood is stirred.

Methinks that my psychic skin is porous.

A tremulous spirit easily breaks.

If I soared like a bird would I be heard?

My voice will rise like the Sun God Horus.

In the early morn birds’ twittering makes

a predication or two of the day’s path.

The Letter Poem

(Petitioning the Gods to Reveal Themselves)

Dear Sir and/or Madame;

 I am not blind to the worth,

the wonderful, the extraordinary


“Too much handiwork, too much lymph

in the temperament is making us

fat and mean.”  (Emerson, 1855 quote)

We need to be simple,

To possess free and brave thought.

I have great joy.

I find incomparable things said

Incomparably well, as they must be.

Large perception can only inspire.

I greet you at the beginning,

Rubbing my eyes a little to see if

This sunbeam be illusion or fact.

It’s fortifying.

I’m encouraged to trust, to believe, BUT

I still yearn to see my benefactor!

I want to visit you; I want to pay my respects.

Please let me.



Perhaps the Blue Jays are saying “Hello,”

Descending, nay, my pathway, bird coquets!

Flirtatious prayers, Lunchtime, I won’t say No.

In particular, these three Jays, quite a fray;

Talons dug in [the branch] the birds go,

“SQUAWK!” when they see me, for a Jay that’s play.

Blue blue Jay glancing through my grotto –

Thrusting thin beaks FEED flowering bouquet

To hear Blue Jays warble – SURPRISE – and throw

Me off balance – they are enchanting fey.