after the rain

•3 July, 2007 • Leave a Comment

Rose in the Glass Case

 

 

 

Have you seen the Rose in the glass case?
The one that appeared, beneath a glass vase.
There was no seed and no light
It just appeared and spurred with life.
There was something special about this flower
It has efflorescence and power.
It stands erect but it has one stem,
So it’s magnificent as a transparent gem.
It’s petals are vividly green,
Water drops, run down its leaves.
God allowed the flower to grow.
Why? Cause in the flower’s mind, it knows,
That it’s pertinacity brought it here.
From a small plant, to a gorgeous flower,
From small petals, to radiant green leaves.
Why am I telling you this?
Cause nothing is impossible, if you believe

Fernando Zaldivar

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A flower has power

•24 June, 2007 • Leave a Comment

A Flower…

 

 

 

A flower has power, remember the sixties,
its all about love, just ask the pixies,
a flower is strength, and beauty too,
with such pure colour, fragrance and hue,
yet stands up to all the elements, just like you,
and a flower reminds me of love,
with grace and purity, like a dove,
a flower is power, to stand alone,
or be with many and still feel at home,
it sweetens any garden, whether old or new
and everyday God waters it with the morning dew,
so remember a flower is Gods way of smiling,
of telling you everything`s fine,
to let you know you are shining,
and that everything is in line.

nik new

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live in the present moment wisely and earnestly

•20 June, 2007 • Leave a Comment

“The secret of health for both mind and body is not to mourn for the past, worry about the future, or anticipate troubles, but to live in the present moment wisely and earnestly.” (Buddha)

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mauve poppies from our garden

shared happiness

•13 June, 2007 • Leave a Comment

“Thousands of candles can be lit from a single candle, and the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared.” (Buddha)

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ride on a crocodile

•9 June, 2007 • 1 Comment

Roald Dahl, The Crocodile (excerpt)
No animal is half as vile
As Crocky–Wock, the crocodile.
On Saturdays he likes to crunch
Six juicy children for his lunch
And he especially enjoys
Just three of each, three girls, three boys.
He smears the boys (to make them hot)
With mustard from the mustard pot.
But mustard doesn’t go with girls,
It tastes all wrong with plaits and curls.
With them, what goes extremely well
Is butterscotch and caramel.
It’s such a super marvelous treat
When boys are hot and girls are sweet…

this frog may be a prince

•7 June, 2007 • 2 Comments

Little Frog
 

  Be kind and tender to the Frog,
And do not call him names,
As “Slimy skin,” or “Polly-wog,”
Or likewise “Ugly James,”
Or “Gap-a-grin,” or “Toad-gone-wrong,”
Or “Bill Bandy-knees”:
The Frog is justly sensitive
To epithets like these.
No animal will more repay
A treatment kind and fair;
At least so lonely people say
Who keep a frog (and, by the way,
They are extremely rare).

Hilaire Belloc

we become what we think

•5 June, 2007 • Leave a Comment

“We are shaped by our thoughts; we become what we think. When the mind is pure, joy follows like a shadow that never leaves.” (Buddha)

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