Thursday, April 6, 2023
Saturday, July 24, 2021
a protective dome
it is our home.
Sunday, April 25, 2021
Art Work by John Law
To market to market, but no,where did you go lady?
how did you manage so? who was so kind to let you
follow? danger any did you meet?
you must be wearing the mask,which I vow is
your truthful trust,not like careless breathers of
the day,young restless astray-
O Lady let me carry your load, you bravely hold,
you are stronger though older but quite bold,
And the boy, grandchild must be,your loving
company,hope the parents are alive and well,
somewhere around ,but who can tell, all is hell
and I don’t know,how far you have to go-
or if you have a home or a farm,no harm, a
place to be safe, I wonder as I stare,I have no
voice, I cannot speak, I am hurt inside,deep
you remind me of one,like you I had, I cared
not and I lost all I ever had, now in silence I
Art Work by Jane Cromwell
Saturday, April 3, 2021
TREE CHANTS from The Novel (Unpublished Yet) Mystery of Pencileeze Forest
Better a Tree than a fee
Better a fruit than a shoot
Better an apple and a bee
Better a seed amid the root
than to be a left out
than go round about
Wednesday, January 13, 2021
For Poets and Story Tellers United ~ Wednesday Weekly Scribblings #52~ With Ref. to Mary Oliver's Poem "Landscape" ~" Manufacturing the Human Connection"
Recovering from an operation which many people called 'major' I was most of the time thinking about the 'Lt Col' I mean the Surgeon who performed it. Soft and gentle in approach, seeped in concern for pain and alert in attempts to cure wounds and relieve the agony and stress-this is the first impression one gets, at least I got it and instantly I knew that 'She was the One, ordained to touch examine cut and treat my clayey self, bleeding inside and causing pain...and so it happened and The Greatest The Almighty showered His Mercy and sent 'healing'.
'I found the sacred link in this process, the hands that we raise in prayer, the hands that we write with, some where the hands are killers slappers murderers...but these hands were the healing hands and for me meant so much more in relationship.
'My heart weeps and I ask myself, why do I cry? Someone said, “The Doctor did her professional duty, no need to think beyond that”, but I say, “No I found the Human Connection, the silent hidden ocean of devotion and emotion' and when I chanced to hear Ms Lavinia Spalding on TED Forum on the topic: “The Art of Travel Writing”, it was wonderful to hear her views, guidelines and stories, expressing the key lines that, “one has to manufacture the human connection” and this gave me deep satisfaction of being on the right lines. To see my doctor surgeon as an affectionate human with spiritual patience, I felt, I must acknowledge her work, care and polite attitude even though I paid for the services.
I believe that affection and friendliness has no price and is an inborn thing, not found in many people roaming on this beautiful planet. We have to work on manufacturing lasting relationships with a deep spiritual patience which nurtures compassionate attitudes.
I wish we were humans in the real sense with real care for others for that is the true purpose of life.
Monday, January 11, 2021
on the colored nature's universal path
and as I think of walking I feel the soft
earth beneath my feet, and feel connected
stratus foam, forming strange shapes
but making sweet soothing melodies
I feel like a helpless wanderer,still
my mind into the ethereal rays unified
my walk transforms to a divine flight
Tuesday, December 29, 2020
unprecedented, millions of spirits
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