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my iphone translates “menopause” into “leopards”…

shouldn’t that be “cougar”…?


My fellow blogger Ben Naga posted this last Sunday:

ELEGANCE

The elegance in the room
That no one notices normally
And is rarely spoken of
Remains when everyone departs

~Ben Naga
 
an empty room awaiting its contents
 

It calls to mind for me the moment whenever I remember that I’m not “alone”, no matter how empty and alone a room might feel…

And how our Guidance patiently awaits us, no matter how far we stray…


blackberry…
honeysuckle…
the heady swoon of privet…

tumble down amidst the blossoms
…the deep cool stream of life…

drunken with the scent of bliss,
the surface laps irrelevant…

the deeper dive,
the will survives…

another spring bears fruit.

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Heroic poses
No one ‘noses…
It’s a tumble-down, fumble-clown, mossy hill to roll…

Trice we might
Try as we might
As long as we laugh,
It’ll be okay.


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dark and light

empty and full

blurry lines and crisp boundaries

holding all we know

blending all together

reaching out to touch one another


This sketch looks at common threads that run through our lives, throughout our lifetimes…

QUITE TINY BOXES

tiny little boxes

that we live in lifetime after lifetime

…insulated, separated…

karmically irradiated

sometimes it’s hard to see the connecting threads.


She holds a place for now… more to come soon…


jittery

flittery

all a-twittery

until the wink kicks in.

fluttery

cuttery

sometimes buttery

sometimes laced with gin (no, vodka)