Paper Follies ~ A Bit of Whimsy

Morning Poem

 

 

Every morning

the world

is created. 

Under the orange 

sticks of the sun

the heaped

ashes of the night

turn into leaves again 

and fasten themselves to the high branches ---

and the ponds appear

like black cloth

on which are painted islands 

 

of summer lilies. 

If it is your nature

to be happy

you will swim away along the soft trails 

for hours, your imagination

alighting everywhere. 

And if your spirit

carries within it 

the thorn

that is heavier than lead ---

if it's all you can do

to keep on trudging --- 

there is still

somewhere deep within you

a beast shouting that the earth

is exactly what it wanted --- 

 

each pond with its blazing lilies

is a prayer heard and answered

lavishly, 

every morning, 

whether or not

you have ever dared to be happy, 

whether or not

you have ever dared to pray. 

~Mary Oliver

all the rest depend on us

At the entrance, my bare feet on the dirt floor, 

Here, gusts of heat; at my back, white clouds. 

I stare and stare. 

It seems I was called for this: 

To glorify things just because they are. 

{Czeslaw Milosz} 

 

hello there...

{i know not where the time goes. it ebbs and flows with the seasons, but always manages to elude my hands stretching out to capture it. the only place it is captured is in my heart, living as a memory in the corners of my mind.}

{therefore, i remind myself to treasure it in the moment it is here. be in the moment, be in the moment. be in the moment and you will be at peace with the forward march of time and its ever-quickening pace.}

dear ______,

 

Dear ____________ (that's YOU!),

Beginning today, treat everyone you meet as if they were going to be dead by midnight.

Extend to them all the care, kindness, and understanding you can muster, and do it with

no thought of any reward.

Your life will never be the same again.

Warmly,

Og Mandino

 

 

 

insight

{Mistakes are the portals of discovery. ~Chinese Fortune}

‡Lucky Numbers: 24, 5, 49, 38, 2, 20‡

sacred water

{expanses of blue are like a steady, soothing mantra that we hear with our hearts}

 

reconciling with red

{red is the sweet syrup in the heart of a blossom   ~ h.}

channeling the fires

{from my visual journal - found poetry}

 

SCARLET

You will know Scarlet

as soon as you set eyes on it.

Flaming.

Gorgeous.

Often it will call

or sing

from an exposed perch.

The easiest way to find Scarlet

is to persist

through Spring.

Vibrant in its quality,

you know,

you suspect, 

Scarlet is a Summer resident.

 

~ h. bradley

reflecting all : absorbing all

{❤ that my 18-year-old writes poetry and helps me find heart-shaped rocks}

color week: tuesday = white/gray/black

soaked in royalty

{amethyst, lavendar, lilac, mulberry, orchid, plum, thistle, violet}

"I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't notice it." 

~ Alice Walker

 

❡color week: fostered by the lovely lisa, @ curious girl, and hosted by xin, @ clarity and grey❡

 

won't you join us?