"Wake within the Rose Wilderness,"
with the sky of pinks as this day closes.
"I beseech the sun to undress the stars,"
as the moon comes over the crest.
"If I am your refrain, let my name burn,"
in the morning light as the sun climbs out of bed.
"Tortured by the taste of Touch,"
today will the hot sun burn me once more?
"What is a ripple without its rhythm?"
Like the daily sun without the nightly moon.
Did we really dabble daily?
You must be hyper-delirious!
Is it the posit in my eyes;
the recent rosy surprises?
Honeymooners might silkily slide
and slip sleepily into such dreams,
remembered. Still
such thoughts bring to mind
those early reclines of young love.
I can picture you in your red threads,
unveiling of slim
and vainglorious muscles,
the hustle of prowess.
Our steamy windows,
the firsts, the thirsts,
the pinpoint of lusty eyes,
the thrust of vigor.
Do we dabble daily
in linking love,
hand in hand;
the saxophone hums.
Together we slide
through the love tunnel
in the dark,
dangerously drifting
toward the eternal waterfall;
the climax.
rising to the sun
tasting what life offers
enjoying living
I am grateful for learning early the meaning of wealth…
and grateful more people are learning this everyday….
How wealth is not measured by what and how much we have to keep…
but by what and how much we are willing to give away
Clay and dust made food
The sloth must be fed daily
Consciousness enslaved
I am grateful through the years
for all those who have shown me generosity…
Those still living…and those already gone…
For allowing me to experience
the wonderful feeling when receiving their generosity
as well as the pleasure of passing it on.
Daiiy run
much fun
By the creek
pleasure seek
Use thumb
guitar strum
Tibetan rite
anti -ageing delight
Crossword puzzle
no hustle
Sun bake
tan make
Fruit breakfast
hunger past
Early rise
before sunrise
With wife
joyous life
Grandchildren come
happy hum
Blue sky
eagles fly
Stay home
write poem
I am grateful for all the people I’ve met…
Who have helped me with these three principles
to keep in touch…
How you can never laugh too hard
never sing too loudly
and never love too much.
Every couple will argue, have conflicts or disagreements,
It's quite normal.
The key is whether both parties are willing,
To make an effort to resolve them.
The pace of life is hard to adapt,
But it's normal.
Those steps in life can be taken gradually
But you must figure it out were the problem lies is
Between the two of you.
Life is just like daily necessities
A thousand things to be taken cared of
Some things may never be fully understood.
If both parties decided to be together,
Then go all in and live your life well.
If one day you feel that you really can't go on,
Then just break up.
Then, if you meet your love, then, love again.
If you don't meet it, then, move back in.
Just like you now, living with Mom and Dad.
The courage to forge ahead,
The courage to retreat,
It's your love and life you choose.
I am grateful wherever I have lived
how within me the feeling of home is strong…
It’s the place I love and I am loved…
It’s where I know that I belong.
For my friends and family
who even though they’ve passed…
or there’s a distance between us of many miles…
I’m grateful I have stored within my mind
the memory of their smiles.
When it came to love…
I am grateful for the sun and the moon…
for helping two people find…
the one
The one whose voce reminds them of the moonlight
and whose smile awakens memories of the sun.
The morning spills its liquid light,
A clockwork bird takes silent flight.
I fold the sheets, I brew the tea,
And tether my wild soul to me.
The porcelain cup, the silver spoon,
A quiet dance that frees the moon.
These little loops of thread and twine
Are what preserve this mind of mine.
When chaos howls, and skies turn red,
And gravity forgets my head,
I turn the knob, I sweep the floor,
And find the strength to breathe once more.
The mundane acts, a sacred chain,
That catch me as I fall through rain.
In spinning plates and polished glass,
I watch the darkest shadows pass.
A simple rhythm, ticking slow,
The only anchor that I know.
It saved me from the endless deep,
The gentle hours I wake and sleep.
Others will always take a little notice,
When you go missing, they look for you like potus.
I am grateful for all the memories I’ve made…
all the memories made over all these many years….
From the ones that make me light up with laughter
To the ones that bring me to tears.
IN DAILY AWARENESS OF GOD
Do not be ashamed
Of the who and whose you are:
God is mistake-free.
You’re not challenging Him,
You’re being his creation:-
You are not evil.
God does not create evil:
Live the good of you:-
Each day you grow in goodness,
Give God Thanksgiving Praise.
You’re a God servant.
Chosen to labor in love:
Serving those in need.
Reflect Simon of Cyrene:
uplifting all who need you:-
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