Today is second week of Lent
I imagine the Blessed Mother looking
At Jesus during his passion
I feel a deep sadness
I imagine all the other mothers
And fathers who have lost a loved one
We share the loss
We share tears and pain
We are one
We are one with One
Because of love.
“Love bears all things,
… endures all things.”
note: Faith, our granddaughter, and her basketball team, won the championship game in the March basketball tournament today. They are CHAMPIONS. Her father, our son, died suddenly last Monday morning.
Breaking down confinement, letting in fresh air
Scissoring pieces of manuscripts, selecting the words,
The correct capture, the clear release
How can we know treasure if surrounded by excess
Trim and, trim intelligently, creating more space
To flourish, more fulfilled and free
Will dreaming make us happier?
We look for the hidden charms
I can only see you from a great distance
Blurred and incomplete.
I continue to work
I continue to dream
Though we may live in parallel universe
The distance gets smaller.
When antlers interlock
a symmetry of chaos
I will try to find my way.
Silence or disinterest
But when you pick up rutabaga
They will start talking with you
A simple algorithm
Not common or sounds exotic
Words can break walls
Collaboration in times of war is dangerous
At other times can bring us peace
If given a day
A drop in one’s lifetime
A person can make another happy.
Imagine a world without texting
You might not be able to drive again
Life is fleeting but it’s not catastrophe.
It will be difficult to thread a needle
If you are farsighted.
He loses his temper and throws the dental floss
He doesn’t want to talk or smile.
She doesn’t chase the last word anymore when she talks
She observes the three bees on the rhododendron.
He drives in the forest and along the coast
He is calm under the redwood trees.
She drops the vase filled with water and flowers on the living room
Her right hand is bleeding.
He helps her clean up
They decide to make amends.
“Seize the day,” the poet says
Helping others is the crowning praise.
It’s wonderful when verb and adjectives are used together
I like crabs dancing under the candle lights.
When pronouns drop in , it’s hilarious
All the nouns scatter.
They are laughing walking on the beach
Beethoven is a pianist, then a composer.
Experience of loss and sad endings are dispersed in life
They are secret ingredients of freedom.
She runs alone, alone with her own thoughts
The hardest challenge.
Failure, triumph, dried tears, lost tracts of time
In sepia then autumn raging with colors.
Embroidery is a sacred craft
We welcome new threads.
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