April 1st, 2011

Dead end to haiku entry for anthology
thoughts float in bright sunny morning...

No April Joke

poems whisper wisdom
life's Maestro orchestrates
natures instruments
filling air with songs
turning souls with love
...melting snow
spring smiles
reason to be...

just a night to think

There is a certain ritual one has to accomplish through the day. Existance necessities, daily cares. I happened to organize my book shelves that had a mixture of scrap paper to books of philosophy. Order? How and what for? Just looking through the piles of folders and scraps, books - I don't remember reading them, though I never put on a shelf a book before I read it. I came along a folder of the trip with the other writters last year to Cuba. Pictures from the Cuban writers I got close to, workshop poetry of my own including the corrections that was made at the workshops. My mind was away in an imaginative - poetical sphere. Seems like I need something to get me in the flow or flight of the thinking about words and how we use them. English isn't my original language, but I have learned to find more expresive words, or maybe more simple to say what I feel.
Why write the blog? I have no one else who could take time to exchange the abstract
soul's existance. Poems are the best way to say it, though it still leaves you alone with your thoughts. Like today, the sunshine was great over the pure white snow garden. Cardinals and blue jays had an occasional fight for rights to feed first. I watched them. One always gives up and both are fed.
So to keep myself busy I tried to arrange my bookshelves in some order to find some entertaining themes. I found a folder written last year February when I went to Cuba with the CCLA writers for relationship and workshops together. It just shook up my mind the things I found. Like my own writing ,some with corrections at the workshops, maybe a bit of a doubt that I am capable to write something good. It did stir my soul to shake up my vocabulary and it just kept running - running to where? To get my soul at peace by quietly mentioning " Life is not all by the way we make it".
Is that my Spirit trashing me to find the right way ? ...

Day to think

Just wondering if it is worth keeping this file open? Who cares to bother reading my thoughts? I am spending my time thinking that there will be an invitation to know me and become friends. What for? Life to day cares only about material gains, who cares how to help to feed some ones soul - does it need feeding? Body dies some time, but soul will have another life that also need a "feeding" to grow. Do we help each other to grow? Do we know what Life should be like or why?
We just don't think there is more than one way of living.

Just a thought

How do we ever know that we are on the right road?
Is there ever an answer to it?

Just another day...

It is actualy a nice winter, so far. Somehow the thought cought me : you get what you pay for. It does not mean purchasing meterial things in a store. What is your soul geting when you are living life without thinking about spiritual fuel to it? I do know that it isn't nothing new that I am "crazy", my way. There is more to think about it. Being alone and not knowing other peoples ways of life and joys or sufferings, how do I share my spiritual whealth with them? Maybe I am crazy to think about it. It isn't real: Is GOd? - Not in a material perspective and you still find life's changes and wishes happening or turning reversed. Am I out of my human mind to understand it? Then is there God for me to understand?
I don't know why I am writing it tonight. I don't even know if anyone will read it.
Where do I find peace for my soul? Can I find an answer of human beings?
I know prayers appeared to be answered, but is it real?

just a thought on a dreary day

Sometimes it feels like you are sharing your pleasures and spiritual gifts with others, but - for once - who reads or shares your feelings? You are as alone as ever, because that is not the present style of life. Who cares about other people's feelings? - They do create anxiety and stress, but - who cares to share them? Spirit - if we have one - and we do not think about it, at least not often without provocation. Life goes on regardles. We do think that we are doing the best we know how. What? We are so involved in todays technical - digital runs of serving problems (they are not digital), that we do not remember or have an excuse that life is too busy to find time for personal conections. As you grow older, like I do (where is the point to say you are getting old) as any day of life, every day is a change and we are not the ones to know what the next day will bring, that is if one believes that there is God who runs our life wether we like it or not. God created us - we come naked in this world and we have to leave it likely barely dressed or incinerated with who knows what rags on.
Where does love go? Have we had one? Did we appriciate it and tried to share the joy of it with others?
Mystery? Or just convenient life taken for granted without any questions where does it come from? Has God made provision to sustain us?
This is one of these days I have to think about, though I don't think I will ever get the answer..

It's finished an other book

That is the cover of my book that has been done for Christmas presents, at least I think so. I feel good accomplishing it. There always is the question why am I still here and what can I do. I think I've done some, God helping. No one can make a living writing poetry, but they might make people think and possibly change their life. I am no preacher, but I know the world and all in it is the Lords creation and we can try to make the best according to His will.