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Poetry …

“Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.”

Leonard Cohen


Every lyric, every verse, comes from someone’s soul, the wordsmith paints with words, the photographer captures with his/her lens, the singer emotes with the smoldering passion within. How many times have  you cried, drowning in the words of a song that you are hearing over and over, or found yourself completely lost while dancing in someone’s arms, not necessarily because of the person dancing with you, but for the memories that the music is invoking.  Sometimes  this causes a lot of confusion.

Lake Tahoe USA

“I feel, therefore I am”  remember hearing that.before.  We do feel, each and every one of us has feelings, some are just better than others at either masking them, or denying them.  While others live their feelings and enjoy the moments of creation.  Expression.  The sharing of the soul.


The road ahead lay shrouded in mist

so caught up in the landscape

I lost my way, and now wanted only to end the visit

yes, when we began there was  laughter and light

everything just seemed so totally  right

The sound of your name, set my heart aflame


we walked, we talked, we explored

everything was new, even though we had been there before,

nothing for either of us was the same

your eyes reflected mine, and mine drowned in yours

how were we to know that it would all

come crashing to an end.

Certainly it wasn’t our intent


yet, when the season’s changed, so did we

in our hearts we knew, the moment was gone

our song had ended, the lyrics came to an end

and once more, we stand alone


Alone with God, we can hear our heart

and feel it beat, with its steady rhythm, it is as strong as ever,

 the shared moments of expression are still alive in our  “hearts”

but what is voiced,expressed in media, or verbalized, is

the emotions lived…. … in loving you.

pure poetry




Gilpin Lake, Steamboat Spring Colorado USA
The quiraing, North Skye

Time was


Time was…. when we all gathered to listen, learn and enjoy the experience of sharing new products, new techniques, new ideas.   Then we would have time to process the information with an informal gathering around a light refreshment table…

Having worked in a large teaching hospital, I often got to speak in such rooms,lecture rooms, or auditorium.  Talking to the assembled group, I could watch their faces, and body language, I often knew the ones who would be full of questions, and interested to know more.    lt was fun, we all got to know more about the other person, and we could talk right then and there about what we had seen or heard.

Now I’m told that often if there are still such rooms in use,  the audience is head down with technology that allows them to be miles away, even if they are sitting in the room with you.    Often there is little dialogue between the group, rather questions are asked and answered online,   Therefore others in the room do  not benefit from the exchange.

Time was when we could help one another because as individuals we all see and think in our own unique way.  Often, a different view point leads to a greater indepth understanding of a topic or situation… and in some cases, makes us even more comfortable and confident with our own decision, and chosen path.


Time was, and time is… always going to be changing.  we exists today because of the past. Today in the PL churches across the world we are celebrating Ancestor’s Day.  It is a time we have where through ceremony we express our gratitude for the love and virtues of our ancestors… Services on the 11th. are at 10 a.m.. We know people cannot always attend at that time of day.. closing your eyes for a moment and silently sharing our prayer, goes a long way in bringing a peaceful moment to your day. =^_^=


Namaste     –     Oyashikiri


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