Time passing

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You have not returned from your walk

You should have been getting ready

To go to ride the ferry 

Eating breakfast, dressing up

But morning unfurls like a yarn with a cat

The telephone is garbled confusion

Converging into cries and disbelief

Of what has happened.

 

Tears take time to dry

Smile takes time to sustain

Flowers, sea, flamingoes, stories can not 

Take the place of loss, we

Brave each morning, learning

New steps, each night may bring 

New dreams, to remember and celebrate 

Your life that will not return 

Understanding and surrender take time

Love bears and endures all things 

The only truth I have to know.

To thread a needle

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.

Good things

I walk to the river

My mind filled with doubts

 

Standing on the riverbank

The egret watches ducks pass by 

Like thoughts

 

Somewhere I lose my way

After solid struggle I find the correct turn

 

Imagine

If I can do now

The good things I forgot

To do before.

 

Hope

Sprouts during moments

When the desert looks completely

Deserted.

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The length of day

The day is new, let’s wave and embrace morning

Watch the fronds unfurl from sleep

Sun’s salutation, the first definition.

You are awake, look for the spider

Hungry and watchful and subtle

Experimentations in few moments of being:

A hole on the fence to see a world

Wide, bright, and far reaching

Turning a page, empty, eager to be filled

Words, sketches, and bouncing minds.

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And you think the day is short

Synergy

It’s a wonderful moment today when I saw see this photo from the shortlisted photographs of a Sony Photography Competition in My Modern Met website.

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Synergy of Humanity” by Eng Chung Tong, Malaysia, Shortlist, Open, Culture (Open competition), 2019 Sony World Photography Awards. “A humanity view of one of the minorities tribes in Yunnan going about their daily working life. Teamwork, coordination, and cooperation are essential for efficiency otherwise it will be chaos. An impression of once upon a time in Yunnan.”

see the link: here

True to yourself

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“What does being ‘true to yourself’ really mean? To Aristotle, it means realizing your potential, and so it is never too late to start to become’true to yourself.’ The English word ‘realize’ has two meanings—becoming conscious of, and turning into reality —and Aristotle’s idea involves both.”

-Edith Hall

Aristotle’s Way 

How Ancient Wisdom Can Change Your Life

note: One of my moments of the day. I start reading the book, Aristotle Way,  How Ancient Wisdom Can Change Your Life by Edith Hall.

A Cup of Tea

Studies show health benefits of tea

Blessings to the heart and mind

The little cakes and finger sandwiches

Adorned the tastes and elegant hour.

The particularities heal the blemishes

Of the day. The conversations float

 

While minutes pass hurdles and eddying currents

There two varieties of tea. They grow well

On high elevations and warm climate 

Holding a cup of tea is an acquiescence

To its fragrant flowers and seed bearing fruits

 Harvested with care not to damage the leaves

 

Sometimes we venture beyond our boundaries,

Beyond the branches and buried roots

Like breaking away from intimacy and uttering

The first word. Shadows climb up stairways

And do not return. But ideas return, loiter around

To solve the first equation ushering more ideas.

 

Optimism can lead a way of learning

A sip here, a sip there and ready to fill 

The cup again, hot, vibrant and healthy taste,

Green, black, yellow, rich in flavonoids

And polyphenols, sovereign with its own species

And millions of followers: honest, loyal, calm.

Choices

We lose sleep because we want

To know if our life has meaning

What’s the meaning we are looking for.

I pray for the Holy Spirit to help me

I went to see my primary physician today. Seeing a physician is a confirmation of our mortality. We are mortals. We are subject to decay. It’s a morbid reality.

When we pray we affirm our hope for immortality.

We should realize both conditions offer us a chance for greatness. Greatness means steps of extraordinary work. Greatness is immortality in the eyes of man and God. 

My doctor told me I have work to do.