Time, a word created by man to cover a non tangible transition from one event to the next.Time flies when we are having fun, It drags when we are bored. At what point do we transition from ...I cant wait to grow up...to... where did the time go ?I remember when.... Where am I going with this? As I ate dinner tonight the last day of February, it seems like last week I was eating Thanksgiving dinner. So, as Feb. ends and March begins.. Where did the month go? I have no poem of my own today. From time to time i read the words of Zen Masters For the the time to fly we fail to see that which goes on around us Stop and look around you Look out from that frame less window of a long pause Let the images come to you, rather than you chasing them. Allow yourself to reorient so that you are no longer pulled along by the chain of events. If you want to see differently you have to look differently from Journeys on Mind Mountain

Another week another Sunday this has been a fast week too many things to do, not enough time. Did you feel it? did you see it? I know some did and they understood what was happening. most did not, What is ..... IT? It is... the new beginnings this week she started waking up Did you hear the yawn? Did you feel her stretch? Spring is just about to sing her waking song. The poem I have for this week.I wrote some years ago it was one of my first. It is about trees.

Seven Spirits Wait

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Seven spirits in Silence wait

Six are resting

One is awake

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A seed is given to one who cares

A fathers sun to show it the light

In mothers bosom to lay it bare

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A spirit to grow for all to care

A forest of family to give it love

Songs to learn, stories to share

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When silence comes in starry night

For a minute of hours

The spirit stands in awe and wonder

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Not a thing in passing

Young spirit saw something special

Sings for joy in morning light

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Knowing

Seven spirits in silences wait

Seven hearts burning with love

They see the new soul

Approaching its fate

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ccd

It has been a decent week still cold and a little snowy Still a busy week. I have yet to get the pictures from Ashley to show the snow When she gets them to me I will post them Today is valentines day I went shopping early Had to smile and chuckle inside a little seeing the guys getting the cards, flowers, and candy they forgot yesterday Been there done that My wish for all the lovers out there this day is that they remember the romance of love and not be focused on the lust.I hope they know the difference between lust and love That leads to my poem I have been called a broken romantic

Rose

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I saw a petal upon the ground

Ruby stained red

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From ones heart

A name, a memory

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Satin soft dreams and

Feather light kisses

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In a single moment

No flower is stronger

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But a single petal

Lays low

The strength of man

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A fragrance that carries promise

Thaws the coldest heart

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ccd

Sunday it is again and lil ol groundhog says 6 more weeks of winter well phooey on him. It is sunny today and bright so spring whispers it is coming. There is change in the air. and for the football nuts out there... my score prediction before the game begins......tied at 0 with no overtime now think of spring and summer just around the corner

A Rock in a Stream

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I wait for spring

In a stream there lies a rock

Unmoved by time

Or flow of water

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It is what it is

A place to rest above the torrent

A place to dream

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Cold and clear the water flows

Laughing, singing

Seeking mystery of each

Bedded stone

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Before the coming storm

Pines paint clouds

Upon heavens turquoise palate

The Willow

Caresses mirrored twin

While she drinks

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Here I wait for spring

In my mind

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ccd 2010