drawn like a moth to a flame
your silence called out to me
I knew, I needed a closer look
unlike in the books
my heart didn’t race
in fact, of emotion there was little trace
just the desire to get closer
my steps were sure as if
as if, somehow I knew
we had met before
the years had aged you
your tenants not always kind
there was not a blind
to hide your scarred and broken
you did your best,
you really did
sometimes, it really doesn’t matter
for life moves on
and you are left
not bare, but silent
the memories of what was
still visible on your face
you’ve left the door open
for what will be, will be
you’ve come this far
at night under the stars
you’ll sleep the gentle sleep
of one who has loved
knowing, love will always be
the sound of silence
is a living memory
love is never lost
Namaste – Oyashikiri
PL Precept # 11 Always be with God
what we see
is not what is
Kittens are cute. If you have ever been owned by one, you know just how captivating they can be. You also know they can have a mind of their own. Their personalities are so different, not one is the same as another. And when a cat/kitten wants something.. they know how to find it. *Siamese and Russian blues,can be sooooooooo “royal” ..if you have ever had one in your family, I need not explain..”
True, life is never as simple as we would like at times
but everything in life is attainable, when we believe
and when we care and trust in our “inner voice” …
realizing that we, each and everyone one of us
deserves peace of mind, a happiness within
is the first step in true happiness…
the look on this great Dane’s face, says it all.. “like what is
happening here, where is a human when you want one?”
This my friends is a mistake (depending on whether you are the human or the cat) once the cat knows that the chocolate thing in your hand will be vanilla ice cream once you start eating it… if the cat is around, you will always have to share.
Ok some cats share better than others…….. but just maybe we got you to smile….. and that what this is all about….
Ok now take your pick on the
It was wild, it was fierce, the wind and rain pelted viciously against the window, there was nothing to do but wait.
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.
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.
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