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Wintery Blistery How I Love Thee

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As we prepare for the upcoming season, we make ready for hibernation. Sun deprivation sets in for many, while others frolic in the snow. Makes no difference which side you choose, but staying inside only builds a case of depression. Learn to enjoy what winter has to offer…turning off the T.V.!

You kissed me,

With your first flake.

You smothered me,

With Showering Love.

Trumpets sound,

Wintery Blistery How I Love thee!

Sleds rip hills,

Skates figure eight.

Hot cocoa,

*Hiccup*…that wasn’t cocoa!

Good Cheer rings,

Wintery Blistery How I Love thee!

Neighborly Love,

One more for the day.

Backache,

Recharge on the way.

More Snow promised,

Wintery Blistery How I Love thee!

Snow Angels,

Snow Forts.

Snowball Fights,

*Hiccup*…more Hot Cocoa.

Yet more snow…

Wintery Blistery How I Love thee!

Enough already,

You have buried the town.

One more inch,

Breaking all records.

Second wind,

Wintery Blistery How I Love thee!

Soon enough,

It will be over.

Spring around the corner,

As it always follows.

I will miss you,

Wintery Blistery How I Love Thee!

Stepping into the Canvas oblivious to weather reports: clear skies, windy, rainy, snowy, sunny, seeing only sunshine wherever I go. I know it is there, just not always visible. It is there guaranteed, waiting for you and I…

Not Knowing

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The thought of not knowing can be unsettling, but the idea that we know anything is beyond comprehension. It has been proven that the more we know, the less we truly know. Once we break through all the labels that the Ego has attached to, we are left with nothingness. It is in nothingness that all creation exists. The question is not whether we can shed light on the darkness, but if  darkness even exists. Breaking through the many layers of the Ego mind, we deduce to nothing. Is there darkness or is there merely absence of light?

Silently I sit
Waiting for the day to begin
No one speaks
Only my inner voice.
The wanderers enter
Aimlessly scattered.

The sound of the morning bell
Smells of morning-glory.
Everyone huddles
Around the pot of gold.
Wrapping my hands
Around that first cup
The day begins.

Sound of the gong,
Everyone files in place.
Second gong,
Everyone sits.
Circled,
Silent,
We bow and great the day.

The Mondo begins…

Who are you?

Joseph

Who are you?

A Radiation Therapist

Who are you?

A Father,

A husband,

A friend.

Yes, but beneath that who are you?

A Divine being,

Who is Loved.

Beyond that who are you?

Silence…

The chess game continues,

Until all that remains is nothing.

One more question…who are you?

Silence…

…Not Knowing.

Stepping into the Canvas with clear openness to all things and ideas. For it is in the vast openness, we find a narrow gate. The more ‘all-inclusive’ we become, the more Love unconditional we emit. Emitting Love unconditionally, it repays the favor.We can choose to be a Canvas within a frame and remain bound by our own set boundaries or we can be frame-less, having no boundaries to our existence.