Thursday, January 27, 2011

So True!

This is from a daily column my friend sends me and which I adore reading.

On this day of your life, we believe God wants you to know ...

that the way you know you have found the right one
is the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with the person.

Having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.

- a quote by Dinah Craik

Monday, January 24, 2011

Good deal!

To hear the exact words you said in another life to another,
Being spoken back to you.

To have all the little things you did once,
Being done for you.

To know that your smallest word, sound, action, movement
Is being recorded with loving scrutiny.

To receive without even asking.
And then to receive some more.

I know now how it must have felt to have been loved by me.
Bad business decision that! Foolish!
To ever let that go.

:-)

Two silk worms had a race.





They ended up in a tie.
"One day you will ask me which is more important?
My life or yours?
I will say mine
and you will walk away
not knowing that you are my life."


Kahlil Gibran

Sunday, January 9, 2011

This One Goes Out To Me From Me

Opportunity
by Berton Braley


With doubt and dismay you are smitten
You think there's no chance for you, son?
Why, the best books haven't been written
The best race hasn't been run,
The best score hasn't been made yet,
The best song hasn't been sung,
The best tune hasn't been played yet,
Cheer up, for the world is young!

No chance? Why the world is just eager
For things that you ought to create
Its store of true wealth is still meagre
Its needs are incessant and great,
It yearns for more power and beauty
More laughter and love and romance,
More loyalty, labor and duty,
No chance--why there's nothing but chance!

For the best verse hasn't been rhymed yet,
The best house hasn't been planned,
The highest peak hasn't been climbed yet,
The mightiest rivers aren't spanned,
Don't worry and fret, faint hearted,
The chances have just begun,
For the Best jobs haven't been started,
The Best work hasn't been done.

The Opportunity

Forty springs back, I recall,
We met at this phase of the Maytime:
We might have clung close through all,
But we parted when died that daytime.

We parted with smallest regret;
Perhaps should have cared but slightly,
Just then, if we never had met:
Strange, strange that we lived so lightly!

Had we mused a little space
At that critical date in the Maytime,
One life had been ours, one place,
Perhaps, till our long cold daytime.

- This is a bitter thing
For thee, O man: what ails it?
The tide of chance may bring
Its offer; but nought avails it!

- Thomas Hardy

Courtesy - Friend & Armchair Philosopher: The one and only Shaif

It is not what it should have been.
It is not what it could have been.
It is what it is.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Defy Gravity

Up and Down!

Checking from every angle!

Enough Stretching! Back to work!

One look here!

One look there!

Am I doing it right?

Mr Coppersmith at work

The more things change ... the more they remain the same I guess!

Epitaph for a Jar of Honey

There was a man living a life
content and ordinary.
One day to his surprise
he received a jar full of magic honey.

A label on it simply said,
‘You are blessed with magic today.
To keep it sweet and unending
Just send some honey regularly its way’.

Now he was an ordinary man.
He did not believe in luck.
And like any ordinary person would,
he regarded the gift with mistrust.

At first taste, he loved it.
He dug in for some more.
The yielding jar joyously poured
Honey from its store.

The man enjoyed the honey to the bottom of his heart
but soon gave in to misgivings and serious doubt.

"How could I be so lucky?
The honey must be drugged.
It will make me behave wonky,
I'll look like a lovestruck schmuck.
Why is it pouring out so willingly?!
It must be a ruse.
So much honey
is surely more than I deserve."

The honey jar was sad,
didn’t know what to say.
It hurt to know that he thought of its giving
in such s belittling way.

So the jar did the only thing it could
to calm the man.
And stopped the honey from flowing
Faster than he could understand.

The sweetness getting lesser did not seem to help.
The man just went out of control and he yelled and yelled.
"Take off, get lost, I don’t want you honey
you won’t get my words, my heart or my money."

The honey jar was puzzled.
And worried for its life.
All it needed to keep going,
was a little honey to survive.

But the man did want the honey you see.
He really did not want to give the jar up.
He wanted to keep yielding its sweetness
Without the honey giving it involved.

Now every time the jar poured,
The flow stemmed and dried.
With no honey coming its way
The sweetness slowly died.

The man he got sadder,
But did not show what he felt.
Rigid to the end,
No honey he did send.

Monday, January 3, 2011

Exorcism At Midnight

Another night of ghosts.
The lovers.
They follow me everywhere.

Downed Asahis
and just across from where I sat
I watched the ghosts of two lovers in a car
demand each other from the universe.

Played Uno.
The ghost wanted to play with me.
I was crying inside you see.
And he knows just how to change my mood.

Was offered the wheel of an automatic.
Challenged to a drive.
And suddenly it wasn't last night.
It was another night. Another car. Another me. Another him.
It was the ghost telling me to take the wheel.

I drove ... sweetly ... all over my city.
It took just half a minute to pick up automatic driving again.
The windows were down.
The leather smelled good.
Music I liked on the stereo. For me.
I drove well.
The way the ghost likes me to.

Was shown my city at night.
Treated to a stunning view of lights.
Raced a couple of cars.
Watched the ships and boats anchored off coast.
Heard the waves lap.
Drove everywhere.
In one of those buildings my ghost half is asleep.
Is asleep. Is asleep.

He sleeps my sleep.
I sleep not a wink.
The exorcism failed. Yet again.

Groucho Mood

I find television very educating. Every time somebody turns on the set, I go into the other room and read a book.



I could dance with you until the cows come home. On second thought I'd rather dance with the cows until you come home.


Those are my principles, and if you don't like them... well, I have others.


I've had a perfectly wonderful evening. But this wasn't it.


:-) Priceless!!!!!

The Tyrant Squirrel! Just after getting a whack from the Coppersmith!

Ms. Narcissus! Loves watching itself in the one way window glass!

Winter Trainee Anybody?!

Morning Sun Bather! :-) What Colours!

It was fascinating to see him make this hole in the trunk. So neat. So well-crafted.

New voyeur outside office window