The One Hundred Thirty Fifth, May 14, 2011

Gray heavy oppressive
from sky to earth, filled
a burden pressing down
draining away happiness

rain drifts lightly to earth
kissing the grass hello
quenching their thirst
as they wait on the sun

it is from this gray day
comes the joy of flowers
birds washing loudly
happiness abounds

I only needed to change my perspective....

The One Hundred Thirty Fourth, May 13, 2011

lost thoughts drift
technical difficulties
thoughts expressed
technical difficulties

yesterday is missing
technical difficulties
created and eaten
technical difficulties

hope it will return
technical difficulties
I feel I lost part of me
technical difficulties......

The One Hundred Thirty Third, May 12, 2011

wandering in my mind
looking at the scenery
feeling a bit confused
where did that come from?

collections of things
boxes of old dreams
trunks of past ideas
mind filled with clutter

these are who I am
pieces that make me
when all put together
to complete the puzzle

none will be cast off
even though I try
they cannot leave me
these are who I am

wandering in my mind
admiring the scenery
feeling rather proud
understanding who I am

The One Hundred Thirty Second, May 11, 2011

silence

long
cold
drawn
oppressive
heavy
contemplative
thoughtful
deep
warm
tender
soft
gentle

needed

The One Hundred Thirty First, May 10, 2011

we often confuse
worry for thought
deluding ourselves
they are the same

we worry too often
think not enough
troubles grow larger
hope drains away

time to face reality
admit when it fails
stop needless worry
force deeper thought

worry makes haste
faster and faster we go
desperate for answers
which slip farther away

thinking helps us to slow
creating a calmer mind
answers are more stable
solutions can be found

it is time I remember this
breathing deep and slow
letting true thought rise
leaving worry behind

The One Hundred Thirtieth, May 09, 2011

I do not see what you see
I do not hear what you hear
I have traveled my own path
and you have been on yours

we know different worlds
as we stand side by side
watching the same events
seeing distinct phenomenon

perhaps similar enough
that we can recognize them
perhaps so uniquely altered
as to be a from a new world

how can one ask another
to blindly be like themselves
without altering the vision
and limiting the wonder?

imagine how dull it would be
if there was only one vision
if there was only one sound
if there was only one truth

I am not you, you are not me
this is why living matters
to create our own worlds
and live the lives we are given

Be unique, be original, be who you are

The One Hundred Twenty Ninth, May 08, 2011

Mother


unconditional
from first breath beyond our last,
Mom, the name of love