One of the things I noticed about you first Was the way you gazed in awestruck joy At beauty. I’m sure that others have this gift. I just had never noticed before you, In the way I saw it in you. And so often when I could not see the Beauty you saw, I would […]
It’s fabulous how everyone has their own sort of face. No two are the same. Even the mischievous twins That I hung out with childhood were easily told apart Once I knew them. And on each face, there is such a myriad of different Looks, Or “faces” as we so often call them. Grimace, grief,
It had been so long That I think I had Forgotten the benefits Of a lazy day. All the worry about The long lists of things To do And just the standard Bustle of daily living Left by the wayside For the simplicity Of lazing about. We truly are Worth a day Filled with this
Beads of chilled raindrops Rest and mingle on the Stepping stones outside Our door. They stick to shoes and The pads on the feet of the dog Where they wait for rugs and towels To wring them away. Winter rain is much like The tears shed in isolation: Moisture may collect and Even join together.
A pod at the end of the Winter-brittle twig Jostles in the morning Wind. Fragile and stalwart, It’s duty done, It hangs in seeming Repose and awaits The next moment of Transformation. It’s first change was Glorious: The day that its Silky sack Burst with the inner Seed. All decorated with fluff, They went their
I’ve been so distracted lately. I was laid off in September. Now it’s December and I’m Looking for my new livelihood Still. Since I have no job, I’ve been commissioned with Walking the dog three times a day. I like that I used the word Livelihood. So much more true-to-form than “Job” or “Work” or
Lights around a tree And a shiny ball Have been hung There by you to Celebrate giving. My sense of celebration Is on the wane this time Around. External changes have Affected me and I am Longing for abundance While experiencing Scarcity. When I stretch to the End of my being, I see that there
Ah, yes! There it is. A simple trick; A reality check; A call to consciousness. Frankly, call it what you like. I like it: My eye is drawn As you walk by. ~ by Stan Stewart Copyright © 2010 by muz4now, Inc. All Rights Reserved. 32/1,000
Maybe it was Winter’s start Or the setting on the thermostat. I can’t imagine that it was me. I had only the warmth of my heart To give to you. Yet somehow, in the rush and Bustle of my artist, techie, Introvert/extrovert, self-marketing, Trying-to-find-time-for-friends Life, I looked to you as if I was being cold.
I look out the window Into “our woods” And notice the awe With which I hold This time and place. It was not always so. Which allows now To hold even more Gratitude for me. The giant dreamcatcher Hovers between Two trees and Invites me into Further dreaming. For I have been dreaming All along.
