She opens her eyes at dawn,
Finding a moment of peace
Before the day is drawn.
Noise of life soon intrudes
To underscore futile busyness
Like improvised etudes.
Steaming cup of coffee, as poet is watching sun rise
Ideas go up with the steam's condensation
Magnificent beauty viewed in the eastern skies
Peaceful easy feelings flood my soul's frustration
Low, a swallow splitting the air with its wings' formation
Illumination received this day isn't for busyness
Cause this time in life should be so very simple
Inspiration for my spirit first, building soul's litheness
Touch me, Holy Spirit, fill me with praise, twinkle
Yes-minded to Your call, praise with cymbals
It’s 6.43am,
I’m awaiting my train.
I tune into the station,
Listening to the invisible spring birds
Belting a Beltane call and response;
A syncopation in freewheeling jazz tracks.
Dipperty-dee, dipperty-dar,
Dipperty-dee, dipperty-dar,
I alight the shining lines,
Slide into my seat.
Watch the sun seep up and over rooves,
The rumble and tumble of the dustbin lorry,
Barking dogs,
People in a hurry,
Mobile but fixated by scrolling truths -
Reels of what's new, what's circumstantial,
And rolling news of worlds financial.
Woo-ah woo!
I'm borrowed fleeting glances
Of dolls house windows of toy town houses,
The click and flick of kettles
As the busyness of the new day blinks in.
Full steam ahead!
Clickerty-click, clickety-clack,
Clickety-click, clickety-clack.
Then a pause.
A beeperty-beep, and a whoosh of the doors
As they slide open.
An improvisation of passengers board,
Spilling into the carriages with costa-lot coffees,
Half full.
Commuting, suited and booted into the city.
Electricity!
With a murmuration, they're away from the station.
Dipperty-dee, dipperty-dar,
Dipperty-dee, dipperty-dar,
Somg with dust and desires
Just as filters forgotten
Cocktail mixers and cigrettes
Relationships are all open
Fake feelings like glitters
Busyness seems better
At times love sinister
Twisted all the matters.
October message~
a seeming end
of a story of green
summer ending in
glamorous explosion~
green and fresh
busyness ending in a
celebration of the
appearance of death~
that's the story
a perennial story~
a story composed
as not knowing~~
clouds
appear as shapes
dragons sometimes
forks and trees
naming the unnamable
a search for home
(Anthony and Cleopatra)
busyness
seeming much to do
and the rain
in opposition
(King John)
tears
and swollen rivers
dissolving
the boundaries
separating home
(Richard II)
the weather
seems to facilitate
or oppose
bringing to stories
uninvited guests
(Love's Labor Lost)
youth
a scattering for
experiences away
while never departing
from home
(Taming of the Shrew)
bothered
by their stingers
still I relish honey
better bypass bees' busyness
buzz off
As much time you can get
In the middle of busyness
Keep away the anger and arrogance
And fill your life with a smile.
I don't understand where good and bad
Whatever God does, He does for good
I know this and accept this
For He is the source of all goodness.
I know I have to go one day
But why make a push so late
Let's go faraway crossing the road
To the temple of Wife's Loth Temple.
Today is the last Monday of the year
Let's celebrate with good festive mood
Prepare food that would make you healthy
And welcome the New Year with a good bang.
Suddenly I’m walking on my own path
and hear Beethoven's Ode to Joy
as sunlight breaks through the clouds
My own path that under
all the busyness I just didn't see,
I’d been treading it for a while,
the light had never really been gone
My heart sings out with joy
"Joy, bright spark of the divine" and
"All people become brothers"
Von Schiller, lyricist
of this beautiful song,
understood it well,
now or otherwise later:
it shall be true
I'm older now, older than most expect
and looking back I must confess
there are some things I do regret.
These senior years suddenly become
life's intermission,
the chance for last admissions.
The busyness of youth and wanting to grow up
filled the years with so much unnecessary stuff,
now, I can say - enough.
Before the years take hold
and our age gets for too old
my mind and heart must reveal the truths be told.
You were and are still
the love of my life, my soulmate that thrilled
every battle we shared up and down hill.
So now at last you know
the something I forgot to tell you as time flows
I love you so.
The forest path
Opens like a portal
In front of me
As I walk away
From the mundane
Into the magic
Of nature.
I can almost
Understand
The musical twitter
Of birds
As they flutter
Here then there
In avian busyness.
But birds cannot
Hurry me along
The sun dappled path
To a meadow
Filled with wildflowers
And fragrance of life
Well lived.
I think I will
Lay down to sleep
Like Van Winkle
In the warmth
Of the forest
Then anon awake
To a world at peace.
“How are you doing?”… (sigh)… “Busy”… we hear and say it all the time
Wearing our busyness as a badge of honor while stuck in the grind
Why are we are always moving like we have somewhere else to be
Perpetually pushing forward as the world swirls under our feet
We constantly craft our calendars only to arrive at those moments
To realize our happiness is still lacking the necessary components
Constantly spinning our wheels without stopping to ask our destination
Maybe it is time to consider updating our mode of transportation
Swapping the future for the present to stop scheduling and lean into today
Savoring the slices of life that are on our plate right now that will soon go away
Realizing that joy already resides closer to home than we think
But make sure to catch it though since it will be gone in a blink
Remember, you are not alone.
So rest in the LORD and
wait patiently on Him.
Enjoy every moment of today
recognizing that each experience
requires your best, not extra, effort.
Let go of your anxieties and
let God fight against those
annoying spirits that fight against you.
Accept the fact that change is constant.
Life’s ever-increasing challenges
demand action – not alarm.
eXpect aggravations and temptations.
Their purpose is to steal your joy
and destroy your peace.
Exercise your faith in God to perfect
everything that concerns you. Ask and
expect Him to show you his power to
turn those unhealthy feelings into
extraordinary blessings.
Having done all you know to do,
just stand still and behold the
salvation of the LORD!
Your Master’s righteous cloak is not
a bold retreat from evil’s plot.
In peaceful times and in discord,
You shall know that I am the Lord.
In busyness or when you’re bored,
in argument or in accord,
in health or in a hospice ward --
You shall know that I am the Lord.
Noah, a man, perfect and just,
built the ark displaying his trust
in full view of a mocking horde.
You shall know that I am the Lord.
Daniel, confident, skilled and wise,
kept on praying without disguise,
sentenced by a conniving board.
You shall know that I am the Lord.
Job, upright, blameless, God-fearing,
endured his friends’ steadfast jeering,
the goad to curse God, he ignored.
You shall know that I am the Lord.
These three, Noah, Daniel, and Job,
God, deemed righteousness as their robe.
Thru famine, wild beast, plague, and sword,
You shall know that I am the Lord.
Ezekiel 14: 12-23
The repeated phrase is used some 50 times in Ezekiel.
Taxi driver,
You don't know who you do it for
Every day, in and out
The eloping couple,
The rushing artist,
The drunken businessmen,
Strangers who might've once been friends in a past life,
Now bound by the bustling busyness of our modern-day
To take a few deep breaths in the shabby backseat of your taxi
To think of their failing marriage
Or their dinner plans for the night
And you, navigating your amber-coloured agent
Through the city
The suburbs
The almost country-side
The city, again
To take them to their harbour
Is there something worthwhile in that mundane monotony?
I wonder.
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