To touch another human Being
To touch another human being...
all aching hearts at night are one
as in our clumsy beds we make our vain attempts
To touch another human being.
And mounds of rules and customs
cloud our minds and slap the hands that try
to touch another human being.
So we roll each on a side
and dream alone and in our dreams we're
touching other human beings
until we wake again to our aloneness.
To be in that place called Nirvana
Where we are loved, connected, comforted and fulfilled.
I have been there once.
I dream of being there again someday.
for a young woman dying...
This is the end
and all the painless years she piled up were washed away
tonight in tears.
If ever she was happy before
she will never be now.
So sorry that her harp was sour,
that the little bird could not fly,
that all her feathers flying down
could not a savior bring
and now she lies crushed and broken.
Little bird not meant to be.
Little bird who tried to sing
but failed to flee.
I will miss her so.
I think there are two parts to anyone's personality. The first is how you view yourself and the second is the impact all the people in your life have had on you.
You are born with an inherent way of acting . I was gregarious, quick to laugh and smile. There was not a shy bone in my body. I slept lightly and woke up cheerful. I was very trusting.
My life has been tumultuous at the least. The effects of all the people I have known has altered my nature. Every snub left me more wary of others, every rejection left me less trusting .
Yet here I am, trusting the people here on the letters app to give me the freedom to express myself.. and guess what?
You have all helped me to be...
I pause amid the rushing of the masses
To their lives and to their deaths
Alone within the part you call my soul.
I feel an incredible solitude, as if I am floating above them in a mist
Of fractured feelings.
I do not hear the groaning of the masses
Nor do I rush the same as they,
For I know each hour is followed by another
And hurrying yourself does not hurry the day.
When I was in college every standardized test form collected data on race. The choice was white, black, Native American or other.
I always checked other and wrote in the word "human".
I felt the best way we could all get along was to stop thinking about the color of our skin and start realizing we are all the same species.
The newest craze in finding our genetic heritage is very likely to improve our ability to see ourselves as "human" as we all find we are something of a " Heinz 57 " variety.
Let there be peace on earth
Feel Good Song
Every morning as I drift in to awareness I hear a song begin softly on my phone in the kitchen...
"Well it's been building up inside of me for oh, I don't know how long"
One leg over the edge of the bed...
"I don't know why but I keep thinking something's bound to go wrong """
Other leg dangling from the bed..
"But she looks in my eyes and makes me realize when she says"
Pushing off from the bed I do my rhythmic cha-cha to the kitchen...
"Don't worry baby- don't worry baby- everything will turn out all right- don't worry baby whoowhoo"
And over my hot coffee with my mind all fuzzy I stop worrying about the day..,.and thank The Beach Boys for washing my anxiety away.
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Doctors do not save lives, they save years. We all die someday, a fact that doctors will never change.
The Wind and the Lion
This is my favorite romantic movie because of the slow building of desire between a British woman (CandaceBergan) and an Arab rebel ( Sean Connery) , two unlikely lovers who are thrown together by fate.
It reminds me that true love comes when you least expect it.
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Breathe softly my love in this turbulent night.
Roll gently from side to back to side
And do not disturb the deep sleeping child
Whose birth will be hard to abide.
Sleep on, though the rain pounds hard on your window.
Sleep on through the thundering roar.
Think not of the pain, the frustration of labor
Nor of fire and famine and war.
For the thought of your not-yet-born suffering and dying
In pain from a needle, a bullet , a knife
Would remove from your sweet face that warm glow of love
And replace it with long lines of strife .
Breathe softly my love in this turbulent night.
You know that one day he must die.
Roll gently from side to back to side.
Let him live.. don't try to ask wh...
We are only as good as we think we can be.
When others believe in us, we rise to their expectations.
Let everyone you meet feel important. Make the world a better place.
A single candle can light up the dark. Cast a Halo all your own!
With love for all,
In the summer of my life I took my world for granted
paying no attention to my slender frame and boundless energy,
worrying away the years .
Fretting over nonsense, picking meaningless battles with people who would pass out of my life as fast as the sunset, I wasted time as if it was of no value.
And now it is Autumn, nearly Winter, when time is stingier with its blessings.
Is there still time left to tell you that I have loved you through this whole messy life?
Is there time to wrap my arms around you and say you are all that ever mattered?
I will drench you with my love this Valentines Day as if it were our last.
To hold from this day forward
I loved you when I was 22 so I married you.
I loved you when I was 34 so I bore your children
I loved you at 54 so I stayed even after the kids were gone
I love you at 63 so I write this poem to tell you ..
That it was easy to love picking up your shoes and closing the kitchen cupboard, paying the biggest bills and teaching you to dance, fixing your computer and making you comfortable at parties because it was easy for you to hold me in the crook of your arm all night and carry me to the breakfast table,lead me on mountain hikes and make a fabulous cup of coffee.
Happy Valentine's Day you hopeless romantic,
Love you still
Who can tell?
Who can tell what tomorrow may bring?
You might win the lotto.
You might fall in love again.
You might get that better job.
At your lowest point, life can only get better.
So when you dream, make it bold. Make it sweet.
Cherish your life.
February 10, 2017
She stood in the stillness of the ancient Redwood forest beside her husband and son. For a moment the stress of life vanished to be replaced by sheer joy . The air was cool, almost chilly, while outside the forest the heat was oppressive.
Turning her head up she felt the glow of the sun on her face as she spread her arms wide and twirled slowly between the branches of the "Founders Club" redwoods that had stood for a thousand years waiting for her.
Frozen finally in calmness she heard a quiet voice whisper in her ear. "You have everything you need right here." She would repeat that phrase over and over in her mind for many years.
Later she would come to reali...
Silence--I can hear it..
The peaceful hum of the air conditioner...
A machine clicks in the distance
and I can hear it.
Silence--I can feel it..
An isolated cloud of quiet...
My heart beats within my breast
and I can feel it
Silence--I can smell it..
In the freshness of the empty pages...
In the mustiness of the unused room,
I can smell it here
Silence-- I will live it..
In my quiet world my feelings never told...
In my laughter my real self shall be cold.
I will live it-
So I lay awake at night and wonder what it would be like to be born beautiful, to
be loved, to be someone worth risking it all for
--even for you.
But they say most of God's children are a little homely.
We shall all inherit the earth and I too in good time.. in good time.
Still I wish I could rewrite my fate
and press my lips to yours with force
and feel your heart in my chest and
your mind in mine.
So I will do so in my dreams and maybe
you will feel me crying in the night on your shoulder.
I will face tomorrow with a promise to myself--
Tune out the negative people who would try to take you down the road of self doubt.
Ignore the labels people use to define you or someone you know... they are meaningless.
Run towards the sun, eyes open wide .
Drown in love for life. Laugh until your sides are hurting. Taste the sweetness of the raspberries. Make your kisses long and lingering.
Life is for living, not worrying.
The force is with us as we watch the new Star Wars movie Rogue One..in a movie theatre far, far away...beyond the hassles of work and traffic...with our sons and friends together we wage a battle against stress and find
a little rebellion inside us that says...... I've got a good feeling about this.....
Letter to Santa
Ok here is my Christmas wish..
An end to stress and anger
A start to peace and joy
A lot more love to help us
Embrace and not annoy
A warm hand to put in mine
A gentle heart to beat
Beneath my ear upon your chest
And slippers on my feet
Pumpkin coffee in my cup
cinnamon roll on the plate
And family all around me
Please let this be my fate
Sunburnt sidewalks and the clouds are white
Silver mailbox opens--
One from my brother and now I must write.
He asks me "mary, is God really there?"
Slender sparrow sings in songs of spring.
Screen door slams, the wood shakes off its white.
Pen in my hand how do I say
"Nothing exists but what is here" ? So I write
"Dear Roger " and decide not to tell of birds I buried,
cats I cried for.
There is no heaven. There is no hell. I don't know what we live and die for "
Then " Dear Roger - I am fine here. My dog has fleas and it rained all day"
Then tear up the first letter and the second too
And sleep till the sunshine slips away.
Maroon horizon streaked with shades of blue
I have Christmas-phobia. I had a severe beating by my father on Christmas Day that marred my joy of the season my whole life.
At first I ignored Christmas for about 10 years. It was just another day. Then I decided that I would not let that man rob me of my Christmas joy.
So I overcompensated.. I bought so many lights my house was a fire hazard. I spent all my money on presents for people I barely knew. I bought so many presents for my family they were embarrassed.
But this year I finally know peace. Our decorations are moderate instead of desperate. The presents are well chosen. I finally realized Christmas is about loving each other and the only thing we need to give is all t...
We want to make a memory with John Bon Jovi, no matter what age he is.
And when Toby Keith asks "How do you like me now?" I hope he knows we all like him just fine.
But above all this, when Vince Gill sings with Dolly Parton the world is one.
After all we "Will always love you " two.
Some people are timeless, so we know them forever and ever.
When I hear Vince Gill sing it's as if an angel has flown down to pour out God's exquisite perfection into my radio.
My favorite song is " I never Knew Lonely ", which has such a sad sweet refrain that the tears always find their way out of my eyes.
In truth, his voice is a gift to all of us listening so we can have a little heaven here on earth.
To the Lettrs staff,
One day in the future yours will be considered a great archive of the creative spirit and you will have been the founders of a new genre in writing.
Thanks for giving a voice to so many! I just love this app
I Think of You
I think of you mostly when I am alone,
when seas of solitude cruelly drown me.
I never fail to see your reflection with my own
as I rise to the haze that is daily
But always I think of you in the darkness
And hear you breathing in the night upon my flesh.
My conscience wakes me at the first shadow of light.
Oh God, that I did not have to dream.
That I could take you in my flesh as thick as cream.
That I could brush my palm
across your chest.
That time and shadows would not take the rest.
Soft and silky
glistening in the light,
A thousand curls of brown
Waiting in expectant flows
for the gentle touch of my fingers winding through
and looking as if touched
by a cool breeze
on a warm and glowing day.
Once I let the locks brush
my cheeks and warmed my
lips with its hue.
In the end I washed the curls
with a silent tear
you never saw, never felt,
and rinsed it with my sighs.
Lover's sigh for lover's hair.
Tears so tender, so sweet ,
lost forever in its waves.
Title Challenge: You should be Here
You should be here inside my laughter but you are gone
You should be here to be my shoulder to rest in but I can't feel you near
Not even callable, reachable , touchable , nowhere in my sight
I walk .. I dream..I turn around feeling you are behind me
You should be here
Scars from past neglect and violence can be hidden well,
Especially when they admonish us to keep silent and not tell.
I can walk this earth with no one seeing any scars on me
if my eyes are not direct and
I am vigilant so you cannot see.
Keep my trust. Don't ask what came before this day
Leave my frosting intact for it
is what enables me to stay.