remember a penny for your thoughts? and now your thoughts for the penny, poor darn penny, thank goodness for your thoughts...

thirsty for the coolness, taking ice cubes from your lips...
sweet laughter as one gets away, and into your clothes it slips.

simple joys, shared glances, a twinkle in the eye...
moments lived together...take them...before they pass you by.

whats goin' on, that so many now, are often all alone...
what happened...ringing in my ears, it's not the telephone.

hands pressed together, bow my head, you are solice to my soul...
thanks to all who linger here...your love helps make me whole.

anjali mudra

I remember when beauty was, the thing that caught my eye...
was years before my heart and soul, began to question why.

then I began to understand, the best of beauty lies,
beneath the skin, within the heart, and behind those sparkling eyes.

what splendid rapture fills my soul, to finally understand...
'snot beauty seen, but what's within, brings comfort to this man.

I'm old and grey, and gone today, are the hops, the jumps, the skips,
my heart is full, of love to give, if you doubt, then ask my lips.

always remember, and never forget, till you offer your last bid...
when too old to cut the mustard, you can always lick the lid...

how I wish good things for you and for your readers, what a write to bring out the love from everyone, you have touched so many...it is my prayer that you can be touched by the comfort and rest that you seek, and that your readers may partake as well, what a joy to know all of thru these pages, you share you hearts, what a wonderful gift.

your words have fed me...and grateful I am, your words are like pictures, the way the Hopi's do with sand,

In The Moment

Now is what we have,
A moment to be the right.
How befitting to love,
Whether in presence and in sight.
Close is all encompassing,
Those we oft rely upon.
Gifting all ourselves
Perhaps realizing better
when they are gone.
So, I will cherish now.
Seems silly, and it shows,
Love is always meant to live,
Thinking of you, knows.

beautiful...this moment is all we really have, yesterday is gone, and no one knows what tomorrow will bring, to love today is the best we can hope for, how precious today, how precious, the thoughts of cherished yesterdays, still, and will always linger in our hearts, for we have lived love, loved love, and still need love...thank you sharris

to succomb without control, bitter partner to to be paired with...god bless your soul.

wandered past the old tumbled down sign that read,
"rooms $12.50 2 bucks xtra for a bed."

I'd stayed there 40 years ago, no money for a cot,
shelter from the rain, was 'bout the only thing I got.

midnite or later,I heard a rustling at the door,
"who's there" I called, no answer, just the wind and nothing more.

1/2 awake now, cold and hungry, again I heard a sound,
mournful, yet soothing, I turned my head around.

across the room, the darkness faded, as a light shown on the wall,
I could soon make out the figure of a woman dark and tall.

the mournful sound was flute she played, like a loon upon the lake,
she stopped, and looked into my eyes, then bid me to partake.

I pressed the flute onto my lips, it took my breath away,
the mournful sound, it played itself, I can hear it still today.

I've journeyed far, in 40 years, seen lots, both good and bad,
I search again, for the tall, dark woman, and the flute she blew so sad.

tooo good,

fantastic!!

thank you for the welcome, and encouragement...

careening out the backdoor of my life, I'm seeking peace...
smack into the wall I built, to keep all out of reach.

alone with "self", perhaps I'll find, what I've looked for all these years...
it's time I faced the phantoms, ghosts and owned up to my fears.

there was a time I liked myself, perhaps I can again...
there's never been a better peace than that which is within.

if I can learn to accept me, just the way I am...
then lonely, won't be the only, pasttime for this man.

cool...

love is a precious seed...

saw a little man today, alone and seemed so sad,
I asked if I could help him, and his smile was not so bad.

he asked me could I take the time to set with him awhile,
tho hurried, I had no way to resist his feeble smile.

he rummaged thru a backpack, and as he did he said,
I found a little trinket, and wish to share it 'fore I'm dead.

he found what he was looking for, held out his wrinkled hand,
within it lay a simple ring, quite like a wedding band.

with tear filled eyes he looked at me, voice trembling, then he said
'twas Rosies, long I loved her, freckled face and hair of red.

I'm off to meet her, this very day, take this, hold it tight,
give it to, the woman who, you find to share your light...

he closed his eyes and breathed his last, peaceful smile upon his face,
now I'm back in the turmoil of belonging to the human race,

I carry the ring on a golden chain, looking every day,
for the woman who will share the light, he shared with me that day.

little did I know the meaning of her words
I only felt the things that my eyes could see.

never did I hear the pain or taste the salty tears
I lost her in the traffic of wasted, chaotic years.

time never stopped its driving pace, and I too tagged along,
til one day I stopped seeing things the way I knew was wrong.

I closed my eyes to precepts, taught by worldly ways,
began to feel the real things that I'd walked past all my days.

now not in darkness do I travail,
but rather in the light.

life is for the first time, more...
than seeing...it's the sight.

you have such a perception, and expression that is stirring to say the least, I thank you for sharing and for caring, I send you my best regards....& may your day be bright with hope.

am I captive to my own fears...
is there time beyond these years?

if I truly give all that is me...
will I become then what others see?

if I share the hidden parts
my hopes, dreams and desire...

will someone then, share theirs with me,
and rekindle the dieing fire.

I'll take a step, 'cause if I don't,
I'll stay right in this place...

looking in the mirror,
at that sad and lonely face.

wonderful...