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please, a smile for you?

donkey flowersGood morning, I picked these just for you

 How are you today?  Is it sunny down your way?

Oh dear, what is a shower or two

After all, we are getting to share a moment

Before I have to say adieu..

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Yesterday was a wonderful day

I’m sorry I missed my time with you

I knew you would understand

Friends and I, were out on a drive exploring

and simply enjoying the day

Seeing the sights and getting to know each other more

Life would be such a bore,

if we didn’t make time to play

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The beauty and wonder of it all

Is that my friends are from Japan,

 I got to show them a small part of Canada

and experience their delight in viewing my homeland

Morrisburg, on St Lawrence River.

We got as far as the St. Lawrence River,

where we could stand, and they could see

our closest neighbour, the United States of America

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Farmer’s fields were newly sewn, some early crops were to be seen

Everything was green, as far as the eyes could see

Language barriers vanished when the sharing

was the visual all around  us

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In Perfect LIberty, we truly believe that Life is for Living

and that Life is Art

Rev. Atsushi, Rev. Mamoru and I had a exquisite day yesterday

we put our full Makoto (heart/sincerity)  into what we did

the day will be a memory that will last for a very long time

In sharing it with you, we hope that it

will bring a smile to your day.

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Namaste      –      Oyashikiri

Green

 Green    

the subtle shades of green

weave a gentle pattern through my dream…                

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my body stirs, as I sense the life around me

birds sing, a squirrel chatters from a tree

and a ray of sunshine finds its way to my face

what is this place

so, calm, so surreal

I know it is part of me, for I am totally 

embraced by the beauty

and serenity that gracefully permeates

my total being….

this moment, this time in space

it is real, it is not a dream, 

it is my communion with God 

the bonding and reconnection

to what is real

Oneness with Nature/God/Tao

The Secret. by Q

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Lucky Monkey bowed her head and listened to the birds calling back and forth to each other.  She wondered if Bending Willow had heard her just now as he had entered the courtyard.  The day was coming to an end, yet she could still feel the warmth of th lingering sun on her shoulders.

She knew that she shouldn’t be there, if she was found in the garden her Father would be furious with her.  Quietly she tipped toed to the vine-covered swings.  Her heart skipped a beat, would Laughing Bird be there she wondered.  Then she scolded herself for being silly.

Laughing Bird had been so serious when he had told her that if she wanted the secret of the whispering shells she had to meet him after evening prayers.  Little Monkey could still see his earnest face peering down into her eyes.  Just as she had been about to ask him if he meant what he was saying, Bending Willow had come and pulled her away, scolding her for talking to Laughing Bird.  Laughing Bird had been her constant companion till one day her Father had told her she was too old to be romping with the boys, she was now to focus on her studies.

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Bending Willow was the same age as she was, her Mother was concubine to Little Monkey’s Father, and currently the favourite.  Little Monkey’s Mother, Shining Star had fallen from favour when she refused to consent to Little Monkey’s Father’ wish to bring hone another concubine.  Shining Star was No.1 wife, she did not wish another concubine in the home.

Fragrant Pearl, Bending Willow’s Mother had been understanding and had taken her master’s part in the quarrel.  Roaring Lion, Little Monkey’s brother had stood by his Mother, so Master Wu had not brought home his latest love.  He had been forced to rent a house on the other side of town.  He had not forgiven Shining Star and had stayed away for days and days.

Then one day, news had come that a stranger had come to the village and was looking for the husband of the woman known as Shining Star.  Little Monkey’s Father had called to him, they had met and talked for hours.  When the stranger left, Little Monkey’s Father had come home and gone straight to Shining Star’s quarters and begged to be forgiven.  He had brought with him a box carved in the finest ebony.  When Shining Star opened the box, her eyes had grown wide with wonder.

sea shells 2Leaning forward to get a better look she gave a small sigh and fainted.  In the box sat the prettiest of shells, beautifully sculpted by nature, from which came the faint whispering sounds of the sea.

There was a hush in the House of Wu.  Shining Star had not regained consciousness.  She slept an endless dream.  A smile played on her lips, her breath was sweet and pure, but she did not stir.

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Little Monkey breathed a sigh of relief, Laughing Bird was sitting hidden under the heavy growth of the lush wisteria vine.

“So, Little Monkey you have come” he smiled up at her.

Seeing him sitting crossed legged his head resting on his hands she smiled remembering all the times they had st across from each other, each telling a secret trying to outdo the other.

“Oh Laughing Bird” cried Little Monkey, her hands reaching out to him, her eyes searching his face “yu know how sad I am that my Mother will not wake.  Tell me you were not teasing, do you really know the secret of the whispering shells?”

“Here, come sit beside me” Laughing Bird patted the ground beside him.  Remember when I told you that I saw your Father in the  village talking to the stranger from the big city?”

Little Monkey was sitting across from him, leaning forward so she could hear. She knew that she would have to let him tell her the story his way.   “Well do you remember?” Laughing Bird was looking at her intently. Her fragile beauty stirred his emotions, he held back his desire to reach out and touch her.

“Yes, yes I remember Laughing Bird, please tell me what you know” Little Monkey wondered if he was stalling for time. Why was he looking at her that way?

Laughing Bird began, “I saw Bending Willow and her Mother talking to the stranger before the stranger spoke to your Father”

Little Monkey could not believe her ears, “you what! you saw Bending Willow and Fragrant Pearl speaking with the stranger?”

“Yes, but not only that, there was another man there too, he was wearing a big ring that shone like the stars.  He carried a big black bag out of which he took a package.  I crept closer  trying to hear what they were saying but I could not get too close for fear that I would be heard.  By the time your Father arrived, Fragrant Flower, Bending Willow and the man with the ring were gone”  Laughing Bird paused, “this is the interesting part Little Monkey”  his voice dropped a pitch, she had to lean even closer so that she could hear. “I could see your Father was worried, he kept shaking his head, then suddenly Fragrant Flower and Bending Willow came back.  They began to talk to your Father, by their gestures they seemed to be reassuring him, they didn’t want the man to leave, they wanted your Father to take the package.  Finally your Father took the package and left with Fragrant Flower and Bending Willow.  Seeing my chance I went over to the stranger.”

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Little Monkey gasped, her little hands balled into fists “you, you went and talked to the stranger, but what did he say?”

“I told him that I was a friend of Master Wu’s daughter”

He said, “ah, so you know Little Monkey”

“Little Monkey, he knew your name! ”

Little Monkey could not speak, she looked at her friend in wonder, “then do you know what he said ” Laughing Bird seemed to expect  her to answer, but Little Monkey was too caught up to answer.  Laughing Bird leaned closer and whispered so quietly that she had to strain to hear

“Little Monkey, he said that your Mother’s spirit has gone into the shell.  If she is to return someone will have to reach her spirit in the shell.  When I asked what the package had been, he only laughed and said “son, you are young, you do not understand the ways of the old” then he laughed and turned to go.  I begged him to tell me about the whispering shells.”  Laughing Bird stopped, his eyes staring off into some far off place.

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Little Monkey could not believe Laughing Bird’s timing, “yes YES? ” she tugged at his sleeve, “tell me please, this is not the time for your games, you know that I am listening to you, did he tell you what the secret is?”

“Laughing Bird do you hear me, please, did he tell you what the secret of the whispering shells is?”  Little Monkey was now leaning very close to Laughing Bird, yet even so she had to really listen when he spoke.

“The secret Little Monkey is .. love..”

“Love ?” Little Monkey said the word over and over, “..love.. what did he mean?”

“Laughing Bird, what is love, what has love to do with the whispering shells?”

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I did my best not to edit, or correct, I simply retyped what I found.  I wrote this many years ago, finding it today, was a reminder to me that the Universe will give me answers, I need only listen, this time it gave it back to me in my own words.

Namaste     –     Oyashikiri

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Happiness is… … discovering

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Every day, I look for inspiration for my meditation/prayer and this blog.  Today I travelled to Scotland, I’ve not been personally but my sister and nephew have, both have come back with stories and pictures of a magical place.

Scotland, Braveheart's legacy by KilianI also found this text, by Peekytoe Crow, the picture that will follow the text is what inspired this person to write what they did.  His/her words are worth sharing with you today.

People universally tend to think that happiness is a stroke of luck, something that will maybe descend upon you like fine weather if you are fortunate enough. But that’s not how happiness works. Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it. You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestations of your own blessings. And once you have achieved a state of happiness, you must never become lax about maintaining it…

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This was my next find.

Being at Peace

and being who you are …  that is

Being yourself …   are one.

Your only opportunity to be at peace

is Now.

Make peace with the present moment…

The secret in life, of success and happiness

is to be ONE with life…

Life is the dancer, and you are the dance.  

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I love being open to what the day will bring my way.  Sometimes I’m ready for it, other times I may not be, but how wonderful it is that from day-to-day a new canvas, new opportunities appear.  In everything we strive to do, maintain makoto (sincerity) in your heart, the Universe/God will see you through today and beyond.    Always and Forever.

Namaste     –     Oyashikiri

the Potoo bird and….

WE can learn a lot from Nature.

We  don’t have a camera on us recording all we do during the day/night

What if we did?

May the relaxing sounds of nature, bring a joyful peace into your day, now and always.

Namaste      –      Oyashikiri

PL Precept # 11   –   Always be with God

a story

It was wild, it was fierce, the wind and rain pelted viciously against the window, there was nothing to do but wait.

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Thunder rumbled across the angry sky, I could feel the shuddering of the wooden floor in the little cabin, as the storm picked up its tempo.  Across the bay I could see lights flickering along the shoreline. Everything was blurred by an almost solid curtain of falling rain. A loud staccato filled the air, a sharp piercing light filled the sky as yet another bolt of lightning shot across towards the distant shore.

Suddenly there was quiet, the lights across the bay had all gone out.  It was silent, and it was black.

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The all-encompassing passion of the storm had passed.  Where before, the rage, the immediate explosion of emotion had grabbed all of my attention.  Now I was alone again with my thoughts. For a time I had fed on the energy that surrounded me, now it was time to listen to the quiet.

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Such is life.  Each day is a new beginning.  How you handle each circumstance that appears before you, will determine the outcome. Storms are necessary to clear the air .. storms return balance to an atmosphere that has become toxic.  Life is for living.  No more…. No less….

Namaste     –     Oyashikiri

To You Who Searches

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To You Who searches

by Q, 3,13,87

High on a hill you stand

feeling the majesty of the land

Nature in her rainbow mantle

smiles back peacefully

bathed in the golden warmth of day

yet, in your heart you feel a tug and rattle…

What is this overpowering feeling

that time after time draws you here…

To sit alone perched on sculptured granite

high above… and hidden well away

a single, solitary figure

overshadowed by the festive maples

mighty oaks and whispering pines…

Looking out through searching eyes

thirsting for the meaning of “Divine”

lazily a cloud drifts by

a lacy swirl of powder white

against a sky of innocent blue

look at you…

questions, questions,questions, is this all you do!

a search for the truth is a lifelong task

when you look out, instead of within…

listen to the symphony of life

feel… experience… with your total being

prayer/meditation will remove illusions

so that in this mortal world of questions and answers

you will discover and realize a simple truth…

The natural universe, in essence

is a mirror image, and the awe and wonder

simply… a true communion with self …

Tao

I had forgotten that there was a time when my work was copyright, etc., now I’m looking for the series of short stories I did at that time too.  Mollie I may have some that aren’t adult reading =^_^=

In cleaning up today, looking for my lost cheque book, I had to empty out all the files in the cabinet drawer and begin the physical task of looking through each file folder.  (This happens when one starts to do a clean up because the compter hard drive needed to be taken in for a check up.)

In PL we learn that when we take notice of something, an idea takes form in our noggin, its time to pay attention. LOL right now that for me means, sorting through old files.

Have a good day everyone, Hope you enjoyed my writings from another time… Hugs

Namaste     –    Oyashikiri

shadow art, and verse

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“First impression” are not always what they seem

even though, the 1st impression is

often what stays in our mind.

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Never “judge a book by its cover”

when we respect the differences in others

we learn more about ourSelves

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we, are all more than the image we see

reflected back to us in a mirror

Q

Good morning everyone, blessings be….

may your day be full of wonder and mystery

may a gentle Hand of God/Tao, guide you through a magical day

Namaste      –      Oyashikiri

PL Precept  #1    Life is Art

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haunting

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so hauntingly beautiful

so hypnotic to the soul

how is it that such visual rendering

can so silently enter

into our personal world of fantasy

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silent echos weave through the mind

leaving emotional images recreate moments in time

when only the sublime is left

to imprint a message that cannot be easily defined

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love is such an emotion

so awesome, so divine

its haunting power fills the mind

 in no way can it be confined

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 there is no me

there is no you

we are united in the

haunting Universe of ONE

Q

*reflection

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*** ponderation.net

hello, my name is……

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Bonjour, mon non et……

my telephone number is ….

je rappellerai plus tard….

I will call back later…

Au revoir….

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simple sentences

said in another language

can be so confusing

when we are new to the language and culture

express yourself freely says the lesson of the day

how do you do that when you are in a strange country

with a language totally different from your own

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PL Precept # 15

All is a Mirror

the languages may be different,

but the human being

will always  have a caring heart

with a need for understanding

compassion and love

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look, listen,

pay attention

what have you heard, what did you see

beauty is not in the flower or image you admire, 

beauty is in YOUR Being ” (Lily Bright)

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“Illusion is the first of all pleasures,, ” Voltaire

photo Invasion by Paul Apal’kin

Thank you… my name is

Q

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