ghost storywho is here who is not herewhere is here here is whereghosts are here ghosts are not herewhere is here here is wherewho is here who is not hereghosts are here ghosts are where
ordered artI should like watercolour lilypaintings with overlaid sumi-e glyphsthis is to bringMonet's underlying swirls to the forefrontthe teaching here?science is artisticand understanding always unfolds
early mornings shouldn't be this my you's aremixed up your silence hangs herea noose before I wake andthen I am woundin memoriesa false haven andI recluse into falsenessas though it protects your wordsare yesterday's utterance thisspell won't break
to be saidin the end it's onlyempty hands
a short convo with a musohe plays a chordto suit the room moodso I say zoom in and tunelike runesthrown down to fate and relateto the sounds he can re-soundthe mood of the roomvia a tune in and perhaps re-tuneand reset vibrationszazazoom rebounds and we are down to momentum
moments in spring 2015viewing the super moon drinking wine& doing laundry~ wore new espadrilles good bye winter shoes but, blisters!~ water on mars it was a theory now so outdated~ the path to my neighbour's house a carpet of flowers~ water in a crystal glass hello zen~ forgetting you not a cloud in the sky~ forgetting you every star blinks
pinktuationpink tipped clouds look like cushionsin a buddha's heaven
upupward brush strokes so meditative is ink-painting mountain
Song of HealingDay to night, dark to light,Fall the sands of time.Let the years like the gearsOf a clock unwindIn your mind walk through timeBack to better days.Memories, like a dream,Wash your tears away.Like a star in the sky darkness can't reach you.Light the night, joy is light 'til the new dawn.---Cast away your old faceFull of gloom and spite.With this mask I will askTo borrow your light.
There is a GodThere is a God,no mystery about it.Just look into the sky,and you will see.Touch the mountain peak,and you will see.Just take a breath,hold deep then exhale.And you will see that,there is a God.He is in the laugh of every baby,the glowing smile on their faces.In the heart of each child,dancing with the innocence of this life.He is holding that woman up in her pain.Giving that man strength in his trials.Speaking words of life into the hopeless,shining light into the darkness.He is God.He is the whisper in the wind,calling out your name.He is the Eye in the storm,waiting for you to call out to Him.He is everything you need,you just need to realize it is Him.There is a God,and He is everywhere.In the oceans tide,in the gull's cry,in the fires blaze,in the clouds rain,in your hearts song. There is a God.
Mermaid SongI have tried to love you.But you have become little more than an evening in pale watercolors the shadow of Monet.I have decided to leave the lilies as they are.Perhaps in later years, with desperation, fearing the thinness of my thin limbs, the creaking of my spider fingers,I will go to wander those gardens again, hoping for the promise of Eden, clutching beads in my weary fist.For now, you are fleeting as mermaid song, brief as tall spires in pink and green beneath the sea I can never touch them.Our connection fades, a violet mirage disappearing within the swells.A wave breaks the silver froth wipes the sand clean and perfectly brown.
AngelsAngelsthey cry tears of joythey guard us from harmseraph fights for the almightyarchangels fight for earthangels are all around usthey cherish the world
TnM:En la boda de mi falso amor Era una mañana tranquila, muy bella a decir verdad más de lo normal.Yo caminaba por la acera sin rumbo alguno, admirando todo a mi alrededor observando muy detenidamente cada movimiento, pero algo lucía extraño, me sentía observada, no toleraba la esa sensación, me volteé y vi a un joven mirándome fijamente, como si intentara descifrar algo en mi, lo ignoré, pero no pude pasar por alto sus ojos azules o su belleza física, él notó mi mirada y me sonrió, sentí una sensación muy extraña pero a la vez bellísima, le devolví la sonrisa ¿Qué esperaban que haga? era muy lindo. En pocos segundos mi sonrisa se borró de mi rostro, ya que se me cruzó por la cabeza que lo más probable era que lo viera solo esa vez y luego ya nunca más, él se fue y me dejó sola, destrozada por una tontería, una lágrima rodó por mi mejilla y ca
RockHacking away at a rock with another rock will shape the rockyou are hacking at by time, but the rock you are using might also break.This can be frustrating and you may want to give up and go do something else,but that is when you should get back on your feet, find another rock and continue hacking.You might never feel that the rock you are shaping ends up perfect and you will always see flaws orimprovements to be made. Passion to do something isn't to finish it, it's to work on it.
Acrostic romance for ChristmasMy best wishes to all you friends,Everyone who is joyful about me,Receive tons of wonderful giftsRound the whole world for us to see,Youthful minds and hearts are neededCheering for this nice day to be,Hinder all your anger feelings,Rants can wait when this joy you see,Irradiate the light in your heart,Smile as if you played the new Wii,Trade always love and tenderness,May that exchange nifty to be,Ask this whole poem that it comes trueSo this world smiles for you and me.
Wiccan Rede, Creed and Rune Please note that I claim none of these poems, as they are not mine to claim. Some have the authors named beneath the titles. Those that do not are the ones that I do not have the author's name for, and thus I cannot say who has written them. But I take no credit for these!The Wiccan Rede*There may be some slight variations on this, but this is the one I have found.**Written by Doreen Valiente.Bide the Wiccan law ye mustIn perfect love and perfect trustLive and let live-Fairly take and fairly giveCast the Circle thrice aboutTo keep all evil spirits outTo bind the spell every timeLet the spell be spake in rhymeSoft of eye and light of touch-Speak little, listen muchDeosil go by the waxing MoonSing and dance the Wiccan RuneWiddershins go when the Moon doth waneAnd the Werewolf howls by the dreaded WolfsbaneWhen the Ladys Moon is newKiss the hand to her times twoWhen the Moon rides at her peakThen your hearts desire seekHeed the North wind
PaganI want to be pagan.I want to love the earth like I am her daughter.I want to be free and untethered.I want to be able to worship whoeveror whatever I want.I want to love everything.I do not want that you should hate me.I do not want to be forced to be faithful.I do not want to have forced allegiance to your strict god.I do not want to be told I am going to hellor to heaven.I do not want to be judged.I love the trees and the ocean.I love everything that goddess earth has made.I love my family.I love my friends,and my enemies as well.I love the pagan earth.I want to be pagan.
of substance and essenceyou want to figure it out?your mind is a ghost,sincerely. it is whispers