Dark Clouds

Do not focus on dark clouds

Instead look at the beauty of the sun's rays

filtering down through them

We cannot see the sun's rays on a sunny day

Dark clouds are needed to reveal their beauty

Sighing softly...

Everything is perfectly all right

Always has been and always will be

Simply Untitled

Can thoughts alone right the world?

Our thoughts are endless and create all reality but oh how wonderful and frightening this really can be. We must think openly with boundless freedom. We must think great things but dwell always on Goodness and Grace. We need to learn to cease negative thoughts and overlook the bad we might see in others. But also be careful and alert, and avoid toxic negative people.

Does all the knowledge of the Shaman exist in a simple friendship? Can we truly learn how to give ourselves to others in real friendship? Friendship is love in action. What can we do to give others happiness and fulfillment? What can we do to give others peace and grace? Is anything other than this even worth our energies?

We all enter the world the same way coming into life from Life, never alone. We arrive through the body of our living mother and are part of her and part of our father. Mostly we are expected and welcomed in love but we are always part of everyone before us and will be part of everyone that will come after us when we have our own children. But we will die alone. Perhaps a loved one may sit or stand nearby, perhaps our death might even be expected and perhaps if there is great pain and suffering it may even be welcomed. However, we will not pass through the body of another living being, we will give up our own body and pass on in spirit bringing all our soulful experiences to another realm of opportunity and learning. We know not to where we will pass but we do know that in this world we will live on in the thoughts of others and we can live forever through those true gifts given here while living. Think now on those who have left a lasting impression in this world, many are those who have taught us how to live better lives with and for one another. Many have shown us great art giving us lifetimes of lasting hope and joy. All have been great teachers imparting truth and light long beyond their grave.

We find that we need each other to become larger than ourselves. We have learned to swim, to run, to fly all faster than any speed of this world with our boats and cars and planes. We have even learned to leave this world to travel in space and return again safe and sound. No other creature can do these things but we cannot do them alone. We need to live together, to learn together, to grow together.

Let us discover and rediscover the great men and women among us and those who have lived before. May we learn their message and live their dream even now as we see the unfolding message of the recent King. As he hoped, let us each be measured by the content of our character and live in this world now for things greater than ourselves for the end is death and death is weak, shallow and nothing, nothing at all...

Torrent of Blessings

Lift up your head to see, truly see all that is around you

Open wide your heart to feel,

feel outside yourself so you can feel others

Peacefully quiet your mind to hear and

listen to your feelings for understanding

Breathe deep the fragrance
Sweet honeysuckle soon blooms
Even now gardenia petals lay thick and swollen
Butterflies and Bees drink in a frenzied lust

Things needlessly difficult fall away and crumble into clouds of dust
Be gone all jealousy, worry, doubt, fear, selfishness and mistrust

Things exceedingly simple miraculously appear

with gentle grace and elegance

Refreshed wonders of Spring blossom into

the sweet romance of Summer

Oh the simple union of Faith and Hope

which brings everything into being

Joy and kindness, patience and charity,

acceptance and love emerge effortlessly

We must ignite the spark of beauty within us and

let flow the torrent of blessings

Longing for the Sweet Big Oh

This is the wordle from my sparse April posts. Sorry, but I couldn't resist noticing...

...Longing for the Sweet Big Oh...

Perhaps there might have been deeper meaning in some of my posts, but it took the wordle program to scramble it up and create some silly fun with perhaps more truth in it than I care to admit!!

Hee Hee

Missing You

(Tee by Nessy Shepherd)

Oh Sweet Lover
You Gentle Artist
You Passionate Poet
My Sweet Sweet Lover

Oh I Wish
Only for an Instant
Only for a Moment
To Just Close My Eyes

Breathing Deep
Holding it in Fullness and Hope
Thinking, Feeling
Longing To Be...With You

Oh Sweet Poet,
Oh Sweet Lover,
Oh How I Wish When My Eyes Open,
You Are Here...With Me

Alas, Breath Escapes
Slipping Away In a Sigh

You Live in My Mind
I Feel You in My Heart
It is There You Are
And will Always be...With Me

But I Miss You

Distant Silence

Off in the silent distance you watch a young woman moving through her life's lessons longing to find understanding seeking meaning and purpose. Sometimes she busys herself with mundane efforts or duties as chores to keep hurt and pain from absorbing her again.

Each new chapter of her book of life opens; rarely dramatically, mostly silently, hidden beneath the noise of the obvious waiting to reveal meaning gradually, slowly, carefully, oh so carefully as if a precious treasure to be found only when she might be ready to receive it.

You are curiously aware of her struggling, of her budding strength but notice more her weakness and few fleeting successes with constant challenges that strap her fast as ropes harnessed on so many points of her being. She sweats and strains to loosen that which binds her but always stops spent and exhausted relaxing against that all too familiar embrace.

You see her but watch with distant silence.

You blink, you breathe, you look away, you don't care, she has no meaning to you as you lose yourself in the noise of your obvious.

Precious treasures groan under the weight of another lesson lost, still hidden as the chapter closes knowing your next lesson will soon unfold as it always has and it always will.

Gobzillions

Gobzillions. Wow that must be a lot and far more than a whole bunch. I love that word, gobzillion. I heard it used by a radio DJ sometime recently and I had to say it out loud almost immediately. It is a really fun word and will probably make it into our daily speech just like gob did.

You know a whole gob of something means a lot more than a little. You know you need to gob on the sun screen especially after a long winter's paling. Ugh, the first season burn is always the most painful so you better use big ol' globs of sunscreen and gob it on real good.

Gobzillion is probably the number of rabbit, rabbit, rabbit wishes I've made each of these past month firsts. Welcome to April everybody... another 3Rabbit Day today with wishes for renewal, peace, beauty and happiness.

Why gobzillion? Well, if you take three new rabbits every month and let them mate with all the other prior month rabbits and keep doing this on every 3Rabbit Day as long as you can keep remembering... well you get it... you get to having gobzillions of rabbits and rabbit wishes for growth and happiness.

So I wish each and all of us gobzillions of blessings in this coming month and may we feel the wonderful blessings of Springtime in all its glory overwash whatever foolish manmade disasters we seem to have foisted upon ourselves. May we move away from the Fool and focus on what really truly matters and is important and take care of each other.