BETTER

The light of better
Can appear at any time,
But there must be space
Welcoming its existence;
Prepared for motion and change.

If locks are on gates,
Bolts securing every door,
Better goes elsewhere
Finding hearts, lives, minds open
Ready for advances it brings.

Better rewards those
With courage to dare, become
The vision, the dream,
Who chase freedom like treasure;
Risk it all, give everything.

Another set of conjoined tanka. I had to catch the inspiration while the fickle fairy was here, cause when I dawdle, I lose the words, mine to say.

Moody Weather

Regret is grey skies,
Pouring rain, distant thunder,
Unreasoning pain,
It fades marvels out of day
Takes joy, happiness, away.

There remains great hope
Storms shall pass like ocean waves
And smiles will return
With color, levity, light;
Washing pure, despair takes flight.

Those are conjoined tanka. I play with them a lot. Also, there is rhyme and me, not a rhyming poet.

Love…

Love like you will live forever,
But always recognize your life
Could end momentarily.

When we choose to love, we move into the realm of the timeless, eternity, infinity. An act of love reverberates through all time; past, present, and future. It changes the course of history and impacts destiny. We are who we are by letting loving flow through us and be spread freely.

Love:

Sometimes… it is a hug when we have not seen someone in a while.

Sometimes… it is saying, “I love you,” and meaning it to the depths of our being.

Sometimes… it is listening when someone is over-stressed.

Sometimes… it is a fervently lifted prayer.

Sometimes… it is a note to express love and care, with encouragement and inspiration for good measure.

Sometimes… it is a thoughtful gift.

Sometimes… it is an unexpected call, text, or message.

Sometimes… it is a meal, carefully prepared.

Sometimes… it is a visit, out of the blue.

Sometimes… it is anything we can do to express our love and convey how special someone is to us.

If we work, no matter our vocation, we should dedicate our labor to enriching the lives of others with our love and care. If we become cross and out of sorts, we should remind ourselves that we have a sacred duty to minister to every human and animal, and thing, in love. For it is our respectable calling.

If we can bless the world into which we have been placed with love, kindness, gentleness, generosity, encouragement, and inspiration, perhaps we can guide the planet into a better social and economic state. We can do so much to alleviate pain, death, suffering, poverty if we each become love.

Blessings to each of you. May you reach for your dreams and grasp them, so they become your life. May Love strengthen you in all you do.

Do not give up, do not quit, you have not seen what you are striving for yet. God has better things for you than you imagine.

I had the honor and pleasure to visit here where they cure childhood cancer a while back. Such as this is work of love.

Something Unexpected

The Dell went crazy and lost its ability to connect again, this device has no IP address, um, no. I fixed it, so now I am updating this. It only took hours.

So I did this awesome thing in my journal and took photos of it with the S8. I hope you will think it is unique. I am replacing the shots with scans, so most of you will never see that mess.

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Lilies in Bloom

Those are stargazers from my house in the 90s. Once upon a time, I had a home. I have that file, but the network is in a reset, so maybe the Dell will jump back online. I have now replaced the photo of my print with the original scan file photo. I need my networking guru.

So, there you are. God bless, even if you do not believe in God, He believes in you. Please never feel like I am forcing the issue. We all need to think as we can until it changes. I love you any which way.

My Coffee Friends

My mom and I collected mugs for a while. She bought a lot more of them than I did because me being on Disability, the money did not go too far., I have some on my bookshelves and around.

There were some she had decorating the kitchen on hooks. When Alex came home, he kept breaking them, so I took some down.

This one I used last night was hers. I think I am amping up to do it again.

Sleep, who needs it?

Sometimes I dream of opening up a shop where coffee is served in mom’s mugs, and I pick a book after talking for a few minutes with the customer. If they sit down and decide, they want one or both the things I chose; I sell them. Otherwise, they return them, and all they are out is the cost of a coffee and maybe a pastry.

My son says it could work, but I have no money for space. I think, since I have been told, I can see into a person’s soul that I would be oftener right than mistaken.

Know anybody who would invest in such an idea? Yeah, me neither.