Monthly Archives: March 2015

A FRIEND OF GOLD AND SILVER

“Make new friends but keep the old. . . One is silver and the other’s gold.” The little tune with these lyrics is an old friend that comes to mind today, as I am feeling very blessed (and I think … Continue reading

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SPRING SHINING, SINGING, STIRRING, PEEPING

The sun is shining, the birds are singing, the Sunday morning people peeping, the Earth is gently warming up and stirring, the feeling of the fresh air calling, and I am willing to be open to a lifting that separates … Continue reading

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FREEING THE FREEZE OF AVOIDANCE

Avoidance. . . a quite good way to freeze in perpetuity many a true calamity or slightest rude annoyance. . . Instead, engage your body-mind experience its might and size and grab that fearsome monster by the head, stare it … Continue reading

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TEARS THREATEN, TEARS COME

Tears threaten. . . eyelids clamp, as if the hatches down to batten. . . Tears come, composure lost, though it might not so appear, eyes so subtly moist, spring fever might well seem the cause. . . Love’s labors, … Continue reading

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WHAT’S WISE

What’s wise: Love, Know-how, and gentle care. . . . Eyes raised above. . . All these, when fit just like a glove will endow such solid strength that they, come night, come day, will take you anywhere.

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BEING OF THE LIGHT

Your smile crystalline shines forward through the years. . . I smile back through more than a drapey screen, and feel a fall digging in and burying me in feet of fresh, heaped-tall, unseasonally molten snow. . . And you … Continue reading

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SHE FEELS CRAZY, PULLING PETALS FROM A DAISY

I feel a little crazy pulling petals from a daisy, as I oh so long ago was taught– but I’m beyond, “He loves me, and he loves me not. . .”– for, luckily, that one’s an answer I’ve already got– … Continue reading

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