after the rain

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

A flower has power

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

live in the present moment wisely and earnestly

“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)

mauve poppies from our garden

shared happiness

“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)

ride on a crocodile

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

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

“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)

Create yourself

“Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.” (George Bernard Shaw)

Which road shall I take

Alice came to a fork in the road.  “Which road do I take?” she asked.
“Where do you want to go?” responded the Cheshire cat.
“I don’t know,” Alice answered.
“Then,” said the cat, “it doesn’t matter.”
~Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland

Poppies

SHE loves blood-red poppies for a garden to walk in.
In a loose white gown she walks
and a new child tugs at cords in her body.
Her head to the west at evening when the dew is creeping,
A shudder of gladness runs in her bones and torsal fiber:
She loves blood-red poppies for a garden to walk in.

Carl Sandburg