Love Being

Ladies, gentlemen,
Others whoever you are,
I want to make clear
The fact you are beautiful
Just as you are no matter
What you accomplish, how
You survive in this present,
You are much more than enough.
Do not harm yourself with deep
Negativity, dear one;
Precious being of love.

I had this come up on my Facebook memories and thought it a worthy thing to share. I hope each of you knows you are the best who you are, and you are growing into who you will become.

Every day, every year, we are making progress toward who our purpose leads us to be.

Take care of yourself because you are a being the world needs; you have so much love and goodness to share. Never sell yourself short. Build on your strengths, talents, pleasures; you have such creativity. I see all of us reaching new highs, better growth. The opportunity is endless.

Visitation

Halloween visited
Today, and I was glad to
See it come this way.
It’s been a little much year,
And I am happy to welcome
The pleasant haunting
To chase the desolate daunting
Out from confined space.

It’s a Guess…

Sometimes I come to this thing I do every day and I am lost without any discernible way. I would welcome most any idea from anywhere, but I am left to my devices. So this is what you get today. I sort of like it, even if I had no inkling what it would be. I just play, like the kid I used to be.

I hope your creativity graces you with gifts that delight you. Smiles can be hard to come by, but love will always find a way. Keep plodding, there are great things to come, you just have to continue on.

Future Chasing

In the deep places
Where every stream of words keeps
There abides a space
We can sometimes tender reach
To work miracles with lines.

A whisper within
The cold September rain sings
The joy of your name
Captivating me again,
The storm, beloved, begins.

Be, dance, read, sing, write,
The materials we feel, touch,
Create us all real.

Time will find us each
Among the careful gardens
Where butterflies play
Weaving beauty and magic
Hope and creativity.

Given we well know
Ourselves, one another, seems
We might harness dreams
To transport us across space,
Time to live of love and peace.

The Marvelous Wookie

Wookie is not a fan of photographs when she must be in them. Also, sleeping in my bed rather than hers would make her much happier. Her short hairs cause me to go into a mad itch, so I usually let her lounge on the floor.