Tag Archives: zen

Tired

The dragonfly flew around the room,But the cat stayed in the laundry basket,Only chasing it with Her eyes.

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Circled

Sometimes on a no good horrible day, It helps to be encircled with Love. And fur…..

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Cages

Inside, by the window. Outside, on the patio. The bird sat on a perch in a cage in the sun. Singing.

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Flying

A kite flew high against a blue blue sky. No strings attached.

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Air

The sky was full of feathers in flight. The writing was clear. Together we soar.

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Book club

She came to book club (Masquerading as a calico cat), even though she had no interest in reading words, Only reading hearts and sipping chowder. Her body language was poetic, clear and insistent. Food. Love. These are all that matter. … Continue reading

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Pace e bene

We bought a new sofa, And like most things, If you let them, It immediately filled up with Love.

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Two anoles on a bicycle seat Unable to reach the pedals, Discuss options. Well … maybe not, They may be simple sunning themselves, Having used the pedals to reach the summit.

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Waving

A single leaf turned and waved at me as we watched them take their leave.

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Perched

On a fallen limb A songbird perched And sang a song as sweet as if She was on the highest tree.

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