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Happy Birthday... I peace...
May wonders never cease...
The members are not deceased...
In time they will increase.
That anniversary 'lease'
Is renewed and watered like trees
That grow in a field of peas.
Many more Happy Anniversaries... Blessings in Tao, Raven
I agree with you Raven. Beautiful thoughts. Peace to you. Teresa and the Dolphins
What happens when you let your secret desires and wishes
Flow out to the multitudes?
Sometimes, they come alive and take wing and sprout like a seed
That is shot forth by the wind,
And they find the perfectly fertile-most soil.
Sprouts pop up to begin a journey and eventually even
Bear FRUIT.
But sometimes, The world stops the winds at
The exact time you need them.
Sometimes, a joke made by mother nature,
Disables the most sought after plans
Of Mice and Men.
Well, I don't know about the mice,
But I had spread my intentions too far and wide.
(Actually, I always believed in...
"Holding your energy IN.")
I believed and practiced that credo up 'til
This project mentioned on Jan. 26th:
The seed flew and the soil was not ready.
The rains didn't come, even if it had been ready.
I journeyed far and found that some information
That might have saved me a fruitless journey,
Coulda, should, woulda... been told to me over the phone.
And saved me the entire expensive journey.
Alas, (as they say in poetry!)
Alas, a lass flew to only fly home sooner.
It's time to replant now.
A journey continues, but I remain on my
Own shores. Regrouping.
And all for the better. Because...
My patience continues to be built and built like a trellis
That holds a vine.
It's nearly Valentine's Day and pens jump out of pockets...
To write a note to lovers and mates.
This will be the first year in 22 together that my mate and I
Won't be together on that day of lovers.
I will be in Thailand putting the last touches on a book
To be published by my teacher there.
At the end of Feb.
My husband Gene and I will reunite in our home.
The Hearts, hopefully grown fonder by the separation.
I will be no longer obsessed with writing, writing and writing.
And love will flow, fountain like...
Peace in the ETERNAL NOW
by Raven
My working reality is that we live in the Eternal Now.
I cry and laugh,
I play and work,
I live and die
In the Eternal NOW.
So every day I mourn myself and others... in many lives,
And I celebrate wonderful times in those same lives.
And therefore everyone alive in a human body
At any given time in the history that we barely can
COMPREHEND,
Comes along for the ride being celebrated in
My thought of any second.
This second's thought OR a thought I had when I was three years old,
or one I will have when I am one hundred and twenty years old
Is here with me in the ETERNAL now.
This is the way I want to conduct my life.
I am not always successful.
Sometimes I curse something that is of the moment.
When I can, I go back to
The peace that is best found in
THE ETERNAL NOW... NOW... NOW....
I practice living and dying in the
ETERNAL NOW.
giving a hand on the earth
i give my heart on the sky too,
thank you me too
The Gulf Between
Betwixt the two the gulf divides
the canyon that alone decides
whether love and hate can meet
or forever will they compete.
David © 2011-07-22
Our Sons at the Battlefields
How these fields peacefully lie
where so many came to die
and the markers, row on row
row on row of human sorrow
for them there was no tomorrow
and many yet lie where they fell
trapped forever in conflict’s hell.
I wish someone held my hand
and helped me try to understand
why so many young men died
and how their lives were swept aside
sweeping all this land as a tide
as they fell on unseeing ground
layer on layer, an obscene mound.
Now my friend we stand and weep
recalling the death they didn’t seek
these young men were like our sons
full of hope and manly passions
but with a haughty sweep of pen
the orders sent them to that end
that none could ever comprehend
looking at peaceful field and fen.
David Gould © 23rd February 2010
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