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I got a strange urge to travel one day
So I set off a walking on my merry way
I reached a crossing of Roads A and B
Which way would you go? Hmm let me see
I decided to follow along on Road A
Saving Road B for some other day
I came to a town called Flibbertyflat
And everyone there was wearing a hat
Their hats were all shapes and various sizes
Some were quite normal and some were surprises
They had round ones and square ones and some that were red
But everyone there had a hat on their head
I even saw one on a tall silly cat
As he strolled down the street of Flibbertyflat
When the Flibertyflatters took notice of me
All of them thought I was something to see
Each one of them looked and started to stare
They'd never seen someone not covering their hair
It dawned on me then that my hat was at home
I'd left it behind when I started to roam
The Flibbertyflatters just could not believe
And told me quite quickly that I’d have to leave
I could not be there without wearing a hat
So I'd better get one or leave just like that
I quickly ducked in to the nearest hat store
And tried different hats for an hour or more
I tried a tall black one and one that was knit
But I couldn’t find any that really would fit
I tried a blue spiked one and one with a tassel
I tried one with spots it was really a hassle
I tried one with stripes and one with a ring
But try as I might I could not find a thing
I kept on trying ‘til my poor head was sore
And finally I told them I could take it no more
I tried every one from the tall to the flat
But none of them fit, neither this one or that
I decided to leave that hat wearing place
So I wouldn't be viewed as a hatless disgrace
And quickly I hurried from Flibbertyflat
Hoping never to see another silly ole hat
I was not meant to be a Flibbertyflatter
Where wearing a hat is all that would matter
I’d much rather live at my home address
Where going hatless does not cause distress
The next time I get the traveling urge
And come to that place where the roadways converge
I’ll tell you one thing and it surely is true
I’m taking Road B without fail, wouldn’t you?
In slowing my breath I embody delight.
My mind is peacefully still, comforted
in meditation by compassionate warmth.
I am consumed by effortless pleasure,
enraptured and filled with a sublime bliss
which holds me in a spiritual embrace.
In stretching out my arms and embracing
my lover when we meet, a most delightful
feeling ignites my heart, a passionate bliss,
radiating devotion, providing comfort.
Tender loving affection, fueled with pleasure,
is the only fire which keeps me warm.
In holding my child and feeling her warm
breath upon my skin I am eager to embrace
responsibility. It is a real pleasure
providing for her and seeing the delighted
expressions which spring from a comfortable
home filled with happiness and bliss.
In charity and kindness, I realized bliss
may be shared with others. A hot meal or warm
bed is all that is required to give comfort
to a starving soul in need of my embrace.
Generous deeds that are sown with delight
will provide a harvest of infinite pleasure.
In pursuing pastimes I find pleasurable,
I am transported to worlds of blissful
proficiency where volumes of delightful
expertise give me instruction. Warmed
by information and fully embracing
understanding, I find cerebral comfort.
In recollecting my past I am comforted
by a lifetime of true contentment. Pleasures
remembered are all I need to embrace
the future with true confidence. Blissfully,
I reminisce and bathe in the soothing warmth
of a life replete with bountiful delights.
The comfort I derive from these simple pleasures
is a sweet embrace, saturated with bliss
and the unparalleled warmth of perfect delight.
So many blessings in my life...some come big...and some come small...
A hot mug of coffee, when morning arrives
Our big front porch...to sit and greet the sunrise
Pigeons cooing in the trees, out in the pasture scene
The mountains that surround our valley, beyond this hillside green
A happy hound, with wagging tail, who sits by my side
A friendly neighbor who waves to me, while driving by
My husband wearing an apron, while the bacon sizzles
A kiss on the back of my neck, with a gentle little nuzzle
Morning's newspaper, the comic strip and a crossword puzzle
A hot shower, that warms me from my head to my toes
A closet filled with comfy jeans, and too many clothes
A house that's big enough, even when cleaning it takes all day...
But rooms to spare, that fill up fast, when family comes to play
The music from the radio...(he likes the classics too)
The smell of sawdust, when he's busy making something new
The sound of tires on the gravel drive...when friends have just arrived
Our sons playing their guitars, my daughter's lovely singing, on the patio outside
Our kids, with caring hearts, when Dad or I could use a hand
And children laughing, doors are banging, mischief brewing
The fragrance of their shampooed hair, squeaky clean from the tub
Their sleepy, pink scrubbed cheeks, and pajama clad sweet hugs
An old weathered, leather book, filled with my mother's handwritten words
A tea set that I played with when she held me in her arms
A photo of my father, from a childhood on the farm
Oh the blessings come, some big, some small....so many that I can't name them all....
These are a few I will recall.... forever....
It hangs outside my window on
the big shepherd hook.
Filled with food for all those who
comes to eat from it.
Many scavengers land on the brim.
Eating the seeds left there for them.
So many colors, shapes and sizes are
visit the feeder daily.
As they come and go seeds fall
to the ground below.
Squirrels, are waiting patiently to
gobble down the seeds.
Inside sits 3 kitties watching
through the windows making their
soft music tails swishing back and
forth.
The outside visitors pay them no
mind and keep eating.
Than it happens quick as a wink
Louie takes a leap against the glass.
He looks over at me with such a look.
Mommy, why didn't you warn me about
the glass begin there?
His pride wounded he jumps down.
The show is over now they all jump
down and curl up dreaming that
tomorrow they will have bird soup
for dinner.
....I ALWAYS used to feel like I was swinging in a hammock on a warm spring
afternoon...
....enjoying a long moment that seemed to made for me...
...slowly swinging...
...the minutes drawing me closer into unity with their simple passing...
...taking farseeing mental pauses just to listen to the air....
... the air.... moving enough that you can feel it brush you, but not moving fast
enough to call it a breeze...
...it nudges the hammock into a subtle rock that is reminiscent of the baby bassinet
that used to sway me to sleep...soothing me...healing me...
...my weight suspended in the rope that stretches to fit around you... drawing me in
to feel a depth of comfort that reveals to me what eternity feels like...
....the sensation expands through the experience with nature all around and in this
expansion, time starts to stop and forever begins...
....and life takes on a whole 'nother meaning....
....because time never ends, there's nothing you can't have..
.....renewing that youthful idea of faith that life's abundance can reach you...
...trusting that justice will karmically bring you what you deserve eventually...
The shadows that undulate from the movement of the tree branches over my head
cover me like God covers me...
reminding me that I am a child of God.... worthy.... worthy because I was born into
this....
....just rocking back and forth like this is living the most gentle sense of peace... that
I am meant to have as part of me...
...everything is whole...
...all is now...
...serenity is easy...
...and the dream of feeling good is real...
She entered my life upon happenstance.
I was unaware and naive.
No angels to carry my chin.
No raindrops to cleanse my emptiness.
"I am a landscaper without a garden.
Surely, you cannot help me?"
An unhesitant smile bewitched me.
I began to drown within the scent of her hair.
Her left eyelash softly brushed my cheek
rendering me captured and speechless.
"My name is Rain."
I paused. I silently swallowed.
Her simplistic beauty enveloped me.
Cerulean eyes. Crimson lips. Indigo lashes.
Our fingertips entwined and my being
was suffocated into the magical beating of her heart.
I bowed my head and stammered:
"I've never flown above canyons before."
"I usually sink into the bottom of an empty lake."
Rain kept silent. She spoke to me through her eyes.
Riding upon the wings of an ivory stallion, we glided.
A crystal ball of wonderment she bequeathed me.
She abled me to envision:
Memories from my past.
Hopes of my present.
Dreams for my future.
Our journey seemed like an eternity.
A carousel ride a child never wants to cease;
a mysterious enchantress I wanted to stay.
I didn't expect her exit.
The clouds swelled around her flowing silk cloak;
her wings of white. I remember now. I wanted to cry
as she drifted into the inviting dusk.
I thought I was sobbing but was mistaken.
I was basking in the memories,
hopes, dreams and
the promise of tomorrows
with the glorious teardrops of
my guardian angel.
"Rain...
whisper your sacred lullabyes and
fall upon me again.
Please, fall upon me
again."
Pillowed blankets with cottons cool
Waking up festive next to you
Tip-toeing giddy like a fool
Caressing life while carving through
Pulling a shirt over my head
While keenly watching your calm face
Lying prone upon our plush bed
Vision the darkness won't erase
Duck down the hallway without sound
To the kitchen to summon food
Marveling at the grace I've found
Shedding repugnance from my mood
Clanking the pan while scrambling eggs
The seasons tickle my shrewd nose
Driving the rhythm through my legs
Pulsing with ardor to my toes
Those taps set the pace for my toil
Tilting spirit and prospect up
Your precious gifts shall never spoil
Blessings abound to fill my cup
Lifting my golden entrée out
Stacked on tomatoes with basil
Sharp aged cheddar and fresh bean sprout
Will spur those jewels to dazzle
Pad back down with treasure in hand
Newspaper tucked under my arm
Fluttering lashes find command
Signaling me with eager charm
What a prize to astound my sight!
Lilting words full of wellbeing
Perk my canal with pleasures bright
Our tender moment most freeing
As you sip upon orange juice
Your daughter bounds into the room
Such buoyant youth now on the loose
A gentle bud shed from your bloom
Even my dog cannot hold back
As he too longs to share our joy
His chunky tail gives me a whack
While he nudges you with his toy
My intrepid tribe from heaven
Huddles around your sacred flame
Hope we lounge well past eleven
And next Sunday shall be the same
From the first day as she laid in labor for nearly twelve hours and the pain she did endured…
after so much trouble, she did still manage somehow to welcome me into the world with the
biggest smile and a warm gentle kiss. As she lay there holding me for the first time and as
she did wipe away the tears of joy that flowed down her face. No words…were spoken. As I
too did my very best to reciprocate those same feelings with a sub tile smile which seem to
appear upon my tiny little face. No words…were spoken. As she watched me stumble and
bumble as I attempt to take my first step, as she held her breath with each step I took. A
gentle look of relief washed over her face, as I almost fell but somehow manage to grab hold
of the old coffee table. No words…were spoken. On my first day of school as I stood at the
glass door with my face pressed to the glass, screaming to the top of my lungs as she
walked away out of sight.
As she fought back tears and waved goodbye. Trying not to look back at my sad little tear
filled face. No words…were spoken. When I was sick, she would give me warm soup and my
favorite teddy bear. Then before she left the room, a gentle touch to let me know I would get
better. No words…were spoken. As she watched me walk across the stage, I could see the
pride in her face. A simple gesture of a thumb up was all she gave. No need for words, just
the same warm smile that welcome me into this world on her face.
I made a pile, a list of things
The things that make me smile
To narrow down these many things...it took me quite awhile
But I realize now...I tried too hard...
If I had only looked around
There are little things that cross my day...
That's where the smiles are found....
So if choosing ten,
well then....,
...perhaps I'll just begin...
Amazing me,... it seems to be...that joy can be found in simple things.....
The wave from a neighbor
over a white picket rail
The first sunny day, after a long winter's spell
A wood pecker's drum, or the skylark that sings
The berries I picked, overflowing the pail
Sweet soapy fragrance, and my grandson's smile
straight from his bath....all wrapped in a towel
Rays of yellow sunlight
shining on the kitchen floor
A sleeping calico cat...curled, snug by the door
Books or photographs...
A sweet memory to recall
of those who loved me best...when I was very small
Oh I could go on....I haven't mentioned them all
But perhaps you get the idea.....I smile....I smile.....I smile....!!!!
. Fluttering
Quietly, gracing
the ground with
their presence. I
see joy in every
white flake.
Can’t you see it too? I’m resisting the urge to tread in
deeper waters of thought as they fall faster now, blurring my
vision, wrapping me in a delicate cloth, giving me warmth when I
know there is none but the cold. It is so wonderful! This is all
I see right now,
this is my whole
environment—this
grey sky and these
carefully tread prints
set in this snow leading
up to this angel that I've
graced the ground with.