My Hands Today
My hands are getting old today.
They are getting old right in front of my eyes.
I suppose the rest of my face is following,
But I can not see that happening.
There is some peace in that,
But my hands…?
I don’t mind hard work.
I never minded hard work.
I liked hard work.
I felt needed,
And useful at times.
Yet…
My hands suffered from the ordeal,
At the appeal of filling my heart
With a harvest of memories.
I guess it is expected that my hands are showing my age.
I turn the page with a pleasant smile,
Knowing that regardless of the visage that is my reflection…
I know that the Lord is with me,
And He guides my hands even now…
I pray…
To do as He asks of me,
Anytime I am blessed to be called.
Aging is just part of the process
Of experience, and of life’s long journey.
My hands are getting old today,
But that…
Is okay.
Doing something that is:
done with joy
done with love
done with sincerity
Makes us live long
and happy life.
After the fourth day of a full moonlit night
In the month of Kartick arrives the festival of Karva Chauth
A ritual to the testament of love and devotion
Amongst married Hindu couples.
The wife has kept fast since sunrise
For the longevity and health of her husband
All decked up in her finery and bejeweled
Matching the stars in the ornate sky
Together they walk up to the terrace
Then catching a glimpse of the moon
Through a flour sieve
She looks back at him with love and admiration
Breaking her fast by sipping water from her husband's hand.
Many a legend surrounds this festival of love, faith and devotion.
While the waning moon cast romantic beams of light
Flooding the lands below.
lions in the forest
are roaring loudly
tortoises look at
skelton of lions generationally.
July 18/2023
long life comes from the Path of Tao
it is the infinite depth of our own internal world
it is worldly harmony as one
exploring the realms of destiny, karma, and good
not a way out
but, a way through life's twists and turns
the beauty of Tao is that there is nothing to join
no vows to take, no rituals or clothing style
no reason to give up your own religion
and you can still improve your life ...
Tao lessons
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March 15, 2023
Poetry/Verse/Long Life
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1531-686-15
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
wu wei is the path of Tao
of going with the flow of nature
a metaphor of water
which adapts to any shape
always flowing
always yielding
soft, yet in time can cut
and shape rock
a lesson of Tao
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March 13, 2023
Poetry/Verse/The Teachings of Tao
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1531-232-13
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Lost and alone without my love
How can I live on without her?
Life is so empty and unfulfilled
I feel helpless without her
She was my rock and inspiration
Everything we did we did together
She gave me purpose and meaning
She deserved so much more in life!
But she knew well it was her that I lived for!
Keep your eyes as red as Mars
Mouth orange as the setting Sun
Your body yellow as half moon
The mouth green as inmates
Let your passion be blue as sky
But wear indigo Magpie smiles
Without any violet character
it caught me this time. my luck rode away and i am here. it possesses many mansions. fine and prepared. i cannot witness him. i perceive he is here. i breathe from my walk, rest next to a throne with the markings of all nations. past and present. evil hearts cannot pass here. they throw different tongues swaying in a breeze.
the triumph of entry is calm with palm branches. salvation of mind, vested. i raise to view the feature. my soul is intact. i sold nothing. the tears stopped. brilliant waters flow. no thirst. i hear ten-thousand-year-old songs. i want to write them. no need.
a company assembles. white dress. he is here. the one with blood smears draws the order. i can feel his light expressed in the gems of the walls. no limit. forever upward, elegant. an outline steps the golden avenue towards me.
—- He watched you, my brother. He knows you are here. Walk with me.
My love for grey hairs will not be slaughtered
I like the truth & more
The right to fall over head heels in love.
Following love in its lapses - I see enemies as threat.
Stirring love in a loving drum
Enemies stir it in havocs & death
Some counts love for elders as early death
I count love for grey hairs has long life & wishes
Some says it's powerful to grow grey hair
It takes many swords & ailments to swallow
Many hidden arrows & curses to digest
Grey hair is no child's play but dream
Grey hair is of two faces
One of the poor - a tinted one for the rich
Some says the throne of power is for grey hairs
It no child's seat - it a death trap filled with sacrifices of innocent bloods
Some times they're right - some times they're wrong
The enemy is always the one that agrees
Let me praise grey hairs often
So I may grow in peace
A beauty with love
A beauty with obsession
A beauty with life
Lavender flowers
White, pink, purple, mauve also
Perfect bliss in mind
Deciduous vine
Symbolizing obsession
Add colours in our mind
With lightly scented
Bath in strong sunlight
With poisonous seed
True bliss of nature
Perfect ornamentation
A solace of mind
Stunner of nature
Enchanting to heavy eyes
Gift of our nature
A long life has no elegy
Tears flood my eyes but they fail to flow
We counted a full life and pain is no more
What words can tears script on my face
Crying for myself is all that makes sense
If every day of our lives is God-made
Then God takes his favorites very late
Grandma found jokes under the weight of a long life
Talking about God was her only path to our minds
Saying goodbye will never ever be enough
Who wants to live long life
always run from the danger
aside from stray outsiders bullets
away from friendship of strangers
E-xcellent
M-essage
E-ndorses
L-ong
L-ife's
E-ternity
A-s
L-essons
F-rom
E-xceptional
R-ighteousness
E-mploy
Z-ealousness
Topic: Birthday of Emelle Alferez (April 08)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Enjoy a long life the tortoise can,
But there is limit to its life span;
The winged snake rides high in the skies,
But it finally turns to dust when it dies;
Though in a stable an old steed is kept,
To gallop a thousand miles it does expect;
Although an ambitious man is in his old age,
He never abandons aspirations on the stage;
Man's span of life , whether long or short,
Depends not solely on Heaven’s support;
One who eats well and keeps cheerful,
Can naturally live to an old age wishful;
My heart is filled up with great joy,
And I chant this song to show my ploy.
(Tran.)
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