To center myself through the day,
I let all the world fall away…
My whole consciousness
curls into itself,
disarming the furious fray.
Amazing well-being I find,
curls out of the Infinite Mind.
With sweetest success,
abundantly blessed,
from chaos to vision so kind!
—
More
Limerick-style
stanzas here, this time in response to the first Quadrille of 2017. Björn’s prompt is “curl.” Try one of your own, and read responses over at
dVerse.
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Happy New Year to each one of you, your friends, family, loved ones, and every person you encounter!
Not all people are easy to get along with, but that’s part of the fruit salad of life! If nothing else, they help us appreciate those fruits–people, events, and situations–we prefer.
I don’t know what this year holds for me, much less for you. One thing I do know, life is a fruitful experience when we give thanks for every aspect, by the Power of the Universe working through us!
Interestingly enough, the refrain and each verse is a
Limerick,
creating a song with a light, but important message.
Instrument: Tempo – Seagull Excursion Folk Acoustic Guitar
(capo 3)
Refrain:
O life is a salad of fruit
With cherries and lemons to boot.
The sour is sad,
The bitter is bad,
So in every blessing, salute!
1. Mango and pineapple sing.
Oranges and strawberries ring.
The blueberries burst
With flavor at first,
The sweetness a marvelous thing!
Refrain:
2. Lemons and limes are sublime
And better off one at a time.
They burst with a bang
Of terrible tang,
The power to cleanse is divine!
Refrain:
3. Bananas and apples and grapes,
The fruits that most people will take.
But bursting and blessed
Are all of the rest.
So open on up and partake!
Refrain: (Twice)
‘Cause life is a salad of fruit!
—
Shared for Franks Limericks prompt at
dVerse.
“The time has come,” the Walrus said,
“To talk of many things:”*
And talk is all we do;
No wonder we don’t change a thing!
The fear of time and time of fear
Strings us along a string.
The time is now, and now’s the time
To act upon the scene!
*Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There, 1872
—
Written for Lillian’s prompt, “Timing is everything!” at
dVerse.
I’ve been to a temple, a grand cathedral, and not noticed its splendor. Yes, so unaware was I that in the face of beauty, I saw nothing unusual. I’ve been there so often that I pass it by, heedless of what really happens within its walls. But today, or so it seems, the temple veil is lifted! And I see the beauty, the splendor, the blessing of this temple and cathedral that is mine.
bliss of nature shines
Spirit taking form in me
as body temple
—
Written for Toni’s Haibun Monday Free for All at
dVerse.
He asked me,
“Will you join me
in the garden?”
In turning my head,
I turned away.
He asked me,
“Will you help me
in the garden?”
And my inaction
was action enough.
He asked me,
“Are you peaceful
in the garden?”
And the light of truth
lit up my mind.
He asked me,
“Are you happy
in the garden?”
And without question,
I knew I wouldn’t be without.
I asked him,
“May I join you
in the garden?”
The scene changed
When I saw the change in me.
I asked him,
“May I help you
in the garden?”
As the seasons pass,
may I pass on the harvest!
I ask you,
“Will you join me
in the garden?”
For the whole of Life
is whole in you!
—
A second response to Kim’s garden prompt, linked up with
dVerse OpenLinkNight #184, where Grace is hosting.
OLN is a fabulous free-for-all (i.e. there’s no set prompt). So stop by and read and/or share one poem of your own! You never know what gems you’ll discover here!
I’ve always wanted a garden,
But I fear my thumbs are black,
Coated in sadness and sorrow,
The only things that grow for me.
I’ve always wanted a garden,
But I gave up long ago,
Coated in unfulfilled wishes,
The only fruit on barren trees.
I’ve always wanted a garden,
And I tried to plant before,
Coated in dreams and desires,
That only others brought to life.
I’ve always wanted a garden,
But I’m not the child I was,
Coated in sadness and sorrow,
The only reason nothing grows!
I’ve always wanted a garden,
And I know my thumbs are green,
Coated in wishes and hopes and dreams,
My garden is a fruitful scene!
—
My response to Kim’s Tuesday Poetics prompt at
dVerse.
Whether growing a garden or anything else, the only mistake is not to try!
My mother and grandmother each kept a garden as long as they could – flowers, vegetables, herbs, berries and strawberries, grape vines, pear trees, and maybe more I don’t remember. I do remember picking beans, onions, and other vegetables, but whether it was spoken or not, I always felt like I was all black thumbs next to their green ones.
It seems too late in a way, but I’ve come to appreciate the value of gardening, especially growing produce to brighten your table and health. Yet I’ve been too overwhelmed to garden, knowing I couldn’t keep the extensive gardens my mother and grandmother had.
Suddenly (it wasn’t, but feels like it was) I’ve blown off all these expectations. To that I can only, honestly say, “Thank God!” I’ll start small with some herb pots, and I might even lose some. But the only way I can really fail, is if I never try!
Happy gardening, whether it’s plants or the garden of thoughts and beliefs we so often neglect!
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This is a good song for any time of year, but especially just after the U.S. presidential election and Veterans/armistice Day!
Instruments: Egg shaker, zills (finger cymbals)
1. United we stand
And reach out our hands
In circles that never cease.
As energy spreads
All beings are fed.
So may we be linked in peace!
2. With every demand,
We try to expand,
So differences may decrease.
But look on ahead
With caring instead,
For love is the bond that frees!
3. O reach out your hand
And joyfully stand
In making a masterpiece!
Your heart and your head,
In unity fed,
Encircle the soul of peace!
—
This song is an alouette, like
Carpe Diem – Seize the Day!
In the morning sun,
Golden threads are spun.
Shards of rainbows greet the day;
Sparkling dewdrops smile
For a precious while.
Gather nectar while you may!
Soon the day is run,
Noon is halfway done.
Taught to work and not to play,
Lest you act the child,
Cramping proper style;
Yet – no virtue in dismay!
Evening fast begun
Over everyone.
Keep the restless thoughts at bay,
Strongly face the trial,
Step-by-stepping mile;
Simple path, enlightened way!
—
Gayle hosts today’s Meeting the Bar, where we write an alouette. It’s a fun, interesting form, so please join us at
dVerse!
time, talent, treasure
investments in another
is farewell a loss?
or can we know, beyond pain,
the unity of “fair well!”
—
This is not a tanka, but has the 5-7-5-7-7 syllable count. Written for
dVerse Poetics.
I had a break with life one day,
Or over many years-
But in a moment hit the brake
With whiplash to the fears.
You might call it an accident
With consequences sore,
Yet I soar with the Spirit now
And couldn’t ask for more!
There’s poor and there are destitute
Who own a mansion grand
And can’t pour out their bless’ed gifts
To lend a helping hand.
So when you’re at the breaking point,
Fear not for mind and soul!
The sole result of braking free
Is standing tall and whole!
—
Written for Lillian’s Poetics prompt at dVerse,
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