Before You SpeakBefore you speak, let your words pass through three gates. At the first gate, ask yourself, ‘Is it true?’ At the second ask, ‘Is it necessary?’ At the third gate ask ‘Is it kind? Rumi
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Category Archives: Poetry
Today I’m tired signal that I did too much. Finally I am listening, will be quiet and rest today. Seems obvious but how often we keep pushing ourselves, not honoring our limits, then wonder why we get sick or feel … Continue reading
Car breaks down major repair. How can I feel grateful about this? I was not hurt, it happened in town just before I was to get on the highway. Help was immediately available. The repair, though costly, was within my … Continue reading
We say but do not do; the teacher must become the student. We teach what we need to learn.
Garden hose brings water giving life relief from summer heat Simple things in our lives are often taken for granted until they are gone and its too late to be grateful.
Simple pause moment’s reflection I consciously connect with Source renewed I am filled with loving energy peace light I whisper “thank-you” then continue on.
It is not that I am indifferent to the horrors of the world but rather I am at a time in my life when I must reflect on lesssons learned and leave the rest to those who’ve yet to learn.
I have explored many paths to the Divine. Some, many do not work for me. I learned from them but then let them go until I found that which centers my heart and leaves me at peace. We can not … Continue reading
I am fighting a losing battle so must learn how to live with the tiny creatures who live inside my house. I believe this is a momental lesson for me and I am unsure where to draw the line. Their … Continue reading
A twig tiny piece of tree place in water it roots becomes a tree Twig you me floresta waiting to be
Storm moving across the valley coming to where I stand at the top of the hill. I see it coming and look forward to it cooling rains know I will get wet but also that the sun will dry my … Continue reading
Bread knife serrated blade sometimes these bumps cut through better than a smooth edge Slices of life ready for the taking after we cut into manageable bites. I am not asking that life be without bumps but rather that I … Continue reading
M usic from the Divine O pens my heart to love Z ips me away to heaven A lways cures the static within R enews as only fine music can T akes my soul to the Beyond Chords, melody, rhythms … Continue reading
There is a space where life does not go an empty space that is full of nothingness. When I pass into this space it consumes me with its emptiness fills me with nothingness until I no longer am wanting so … Continue reading
City noise is deafening people noise offending even the floresta has noise, though it comforts not destroys. Is there no escaping this constant disco rhythm of life that wants to beat you into submission until there is no more you … Continue reading
I’m leaving now; its time to go. Perhaps leaving is not the right term–its more a transition, a becoming, leaving behind what no longer serves. B eing who I am meant to be E ntering another world C reating, manifesting, … Continue reading
Ladies don’t whistle my grandmother told me. Sure am glad I do not choose to be a “lady” for I whistle my joy, sing with the birds, and do fairy dances on full moons!
Places have an identity an energy innate in the location also augmented by those who visit there as we leave a trail of energy connected to those we meet enhancing or subtracting from each. When our energy it high and … Continue reading
A tad of resentment can spoil my day. It whispers in my mind nagging, judging, pulling. I gently lay this thorn down and then go my way grateful to be free to love again.
Merrily we roll along with a song all day long lighting the way with love What if your mission today is simply to spread loving energy wherever you go to bless all you see shine the light on everyone light … Continue reading
Our thoughts are seldom truth. They are more what we want to be true. We create fantasies which we fall into until we begin to believe these stories really happened. Self-deception is a wide-spread talent of mankind.
One potato chip does not exist. Some things just need more. Make love your potato chip!
Work hard we are told this is good but no one says in the end “Gee, I wish I had worked more!”
Picking choosing selecting deciding or drifting lost enslaved meaningless Life is what we create with our intention or lack thereof
One last splurge before we get serious about our lives. One more party of indulgence false gaiety carnal pleasures preparing ourselves for a life of service and love. Carnival never made sense to me!