Dried seed pods
Crackling, quivering in the wind
Green leaves whisperings barely
audible

Sounds only slip in the ears of those
who want to listen.

Looking for the cool
Looking to relax
Looking for the time
When there is no one on my back
Looking for the cool
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I taught my children to travel light
With the lightness of their sole
A shoelace here a kiss there
Their journey will unfold
To travel til they alight
With whomever they may choose
I taught my children to travel light
With the lightness of their soul.

Things will only tie you down
Feel free to let them go.
Go ahead instead with the thoughts

within your heart and

find what will be for you

with true desire and strong intent

the purpose of your soul.

Man is a gatherer and builder

by design, so you must seek and you

must find.

Things can be replaced but you my
friend cannot.
Now is the time to take stock of
What you need and what you do not.

Let the years and things peel away
And watch your soul soar free
To change , to be able
To walk out the door and never
look back is what freedom means to me.

Oh, how will I SURVIVE WITHOUT MY THINGS
Bend over my friend and see your shoelaces have come untied.

You are being beckoned to at least give it a try.
Do not say “I should have done this all before!”

For then the time was not.
For NOW is the time for YOU, It is striking on the clock.
So gather up your soul my friend and

Follow your inner light for

NOW is the Time.

Now the time is right.

I was sitting quietly in my seat
At the back of the room
Slowly raising my hand
“Do we need googles for
this lesson ma’am?”
The Teacher sighed and quietly
Replied “No, this is Math
Class and they are called
Goggles, please take them
Off it is perfectly clear
That you will not be needing
Them for any calculations you
Will be doing here.”

So sadly and quietly I took
Them off my face.
The teacher is right
Goggles in Math Class
What a waste.

long finger nails

running through hair

constant thoughts

like a breeze

rift through

like a dimensional wave of awareness

grasping before the words go floating

Away.

Hot sun
Dragonflies flicker
Tricked in the warm
Wind flowing
Sweat dried
Needing to put my
Feet in the cold winter
Sea

Walking winter cold
Wind blowing
Lifts my hair
Invigorates my soul
Smells of cool sea air

The desert blooms
Paw prints in the sand
Sniffing for spring
Not here

My dear friends

I would like to introduce you

To a new bird who just flew in from Spain

Her name is Pablissa Guernica

She is quite unusual, perhaps I should explain.

Her morphology is quite a different shape.

Cubic and geometric are her body and her face.

Definitely three dimensional in her flight

It is quite Artistic, at least of late.

Being of International Fame there is a

rumor that she is likely to spend most of her

her time in France or in Spain.

You are probably thinking

she resembles an artistic person of great renown

but it is not exactly possible….

After all she is a bird you know.

Opps wait a minute here…
A little birdie seems to have flown
In between the blog leaves.
She is quite tiny but is known by the
Havoc that she weaves.

Miss Id is her name
She really does not
Listen….we occasionally
let her in
If there is a party going on.

Dreams make the

counterpane from the colors

of the day,

the dawn,

the dusk

the green of the mountainside after the

rain.

Sharp iridescent edges

Winter’s light by the stormy sea

Dreams make the counterpane from the

Colors of the day.

(this is the quilt that flew to Hong Kong-if

you want a more detailed view double click on the

quilt picture)