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4月24日 what beauty awaits all of uslll  I wander its mysterious passage, searching for the answer to how was it done? In memory, the early morning presenting an un-do-able face countered in uncertainty, I let go to chances of grace to find rare in measure the gentle hearts of dear friends I do so treasure. Not smothered in hot noises or bothersome blunders I let my happiness be fed by happy wonders, in the unexpected met waiting for a bus, a train, a gentle soul I won't forget. Then sweeter still the laughter with an old friend picking up in that way of feeling you were there everyday. Tales harvested news, common clues of our nexus Flowers arranged with care as usual were there. The ease of conversation passed in pauses but none in regret.  came, and I let myself forget... just enjoying the drive, feeling really alive. as the set aloneness withdrew, I gazed with sadness and some joy too as I could feel the earth striving to heal itself after the wildfires of the last year. Spring green was in dress this afternoon, a warm sun cooled by a light open breeze. It had not taken long, this friendly offering to take me home. And, in truth, I was well glad that I had agreed. Too alone I've forgotten the how of just being, the human cord playing need. It hadn't looked at all at the outset this day that it would slip in golden mists of memory's play. To become one I'd want to lay among orchid scents and white gardenias by the fence. I was reminded over again That there is nothing more precious on this Earth, than the warmth that comes in the sharing with a true friend. Those are my thoughts as I prepare for bed. Such days for me are spaced too far apart to keep up with my slowing heart.  in discourses on why mine? why time after time, and wasted trust, left me nothing but rust. Why I didn't ever sail a boat, go to Africa and help some folks.  Yet I am here each day Expecting nothing in the fray, but absolutely am blown away when human touch (so missed by me) has the power to heal, and encourage me to be awake to unexpected circumstance waiting on a bus or train You never know when Joy is going to reach right into your heart, passing on LIFE and energies again; energy for the times when aloneness will rise reminding that all of living was fine, the need to stay awake for EVER will not last and each moment brings a song... a rendition that laces our belong in unexpected places, like waiting for a bus or train so hoping it will happen again. ~rom~ 4月13日 WHEN is the TIME to speak out?First they came for the Communists, and I didn’t speak up, because I wasn’t a Communist. Then they came for the Social Democrats, and I didn’t speak up, because I wasn’t a Social Democrat. Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I didn’t speak up, because I wasn’t a Trade Unionist. Then they came for the Jews, and I didn't speak up, because I wasn't a Jew, Then they came for me, and by that time there was no one left to speak up for me. Martin Niemoller 4月9日 squiggliesIs it only in the Light that the seeing is right? Only when day's labor ends that we turn to look for friends? Everything has been said Done and undone Thought, saw and Bought Carved of marble, stone and bone Carried by the seawinds All the way home. Perhaps, after all, it's just about the Light About how it has to be just right. Especially when memories call and the sky closes, when our eyes become all red with roses And feathers catch our fall into loving eyes -- oh, the wonder of it all! Yes...I think it is ALL about the Light, When you get right down to it it's about some intuition coming to fruition, about the songs that haven't been written yet, Oh, you remember...that was before we met! When the outside was all night and we couldn't find our inside light but that is all ok now -- now that we've found our how... nothing is so wrong that it can't be made right. Just remember to turn on the inside Light...just in case the stars go out... nite, nite. ~rom~ 4月6日 To be loving...implies honesty, trust, can be counted on,Somewhere in you and me there breathes an unnamed spirit yearning to be free. As long as your heart and mine are bound by the same heavy anvil that allows no sound; then neither of us will ever know how deep the Passion within us could grow; what Gifts lay within what happiness would show! with the Power of TRUST and LOVE Bestowed. what walls would fall by the undeniable devotion of our call.! what Healing Gates would swing away the windows of Heaven for that holy day! Yet, words do nothing more than lay on a page, it is the WE, of you and me, who must deliver the Promises of all that can be. Don't tell me it can't be done! Because Fear could not be overcome. Today was someone's last ONE No tomorrows will dance with Memories cured. of a hunger never satisfied, always exhausted in hurry...and spent in a forever denied. You would hurriedly cast me in a stilled form... That is your version of Love conformed. The game grows late Players are tired of lies and blunders Soon it is apparent That the Loving, envisioned by me, Is to you, only a service due. ~rom~ |
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