Amigo Absoluto

I'm in the mood for Mozart, or Strauss, perhaps Beethoven,    Even Bach or Handel would sooth this soul of mine tonight;      A little Chopin with wine, peaceful and mesmerizing the sound,          Majestic and serene, spiritual and sensual, magical, haunting. Always changing, sometimes fast, chaotic and then restful,   It echoes in my head as I listen to the sweet flowing rhythms;     I just close my eyes and relax, letting the stress just dissolve,       Sometimes I listen to the Gregorian Chant with it's melodic notes. Time stands still and the music embraces me and I am away,   Calming and exhilarating, mysterious and comfortable to me;     This music takes me to a mountain stream or a lush green forest,         I just flow with the instruments on a lovely journey all by myself. _______________________________ October 7, 2015 Poetry/Verse/I'm In The M...

When a dragon fly surprisingly enters my day I trust something good to me is on its way Dragon flies to me hold innate appeal That voices miracles are very real. ~ Kerry Guy ~ photo credit: Coloridas-Aves Photography

"I do not wish you anything ... I wish you something very rare. I wish you time to laugh and rejoice, to do what you want, and to think of others as well. I wish you time to stop running, Time to be happy. I wish you time and confidence in yourself, and surprises. I wish you time And not just to watch the hours go by, I wish you time to touch the stars, And time to grow, to mature. I wish you time to hope And to love without ever reporting, I wish you time to meet you. To understand that every day is a gift, I wish you time too to forgive, I wish you time to LIVE. " Cherokee Prayer (photo of first officially recognized professional woman Noh actor, Kimiko Tsumura)

The dawn in a nightgown of glistening dew Arouses the sun from her beauty sleep, To paint from a palette of every hue A sky that enchants us from slumber deep. And as we awaken to nature’s art, Old wounds, like the ashes of embers spent, Are scattered and blown from a weary heart To rest in the grave of their discontent. Reborn in the wake of each fledgling day, The soul catches fire in the shimmering light That heralds the dawn as her bright array Eclipses the darkness of passing night. Take courage, my friend, though shadows assail. A new day awaits you; the light will prevail ©1999 by Susan Noyes Anderson

Look at the drops of rain Falling silently Glistening in the light They make no sound No one can tell they are around Falling, dripping off tree branches, A steady stream cascading, gently To the ground below Clear as crystal in daylight Unseen in the darkness of night The precious gift of water Given from above To sustain life This little droplet so small Is the source of survival above all Copyright © Phyllis Babcock |

Catharsis Written by Susan Noyes Anderson on July 2, 2009. What is this thing that draws me to the sea? What passion rises with each white-capped swell to churn upon a watery carousel and break in frothy secrets, spilling free? The foaming, reckless water quiets me in darkly hidden places, guarded well, probing the inner reaches of a shell whose pink walls glow with bright intensity. I love this ocean pounding on the shore, untamed and unashamed in all its might; It rolls and crests and dives and rolls some more, unbound by man and law and grief and fright. The sea engulfs me, draws my answering roar, sends waves of darkness crashing into light.

This moment is life. It is this sacred space that must be tasted and embraced now in its divine perfection .... It is our creation, it is by us that it exists and that this miracle is played. It is an invitation to be inexorably that flow of happiness and joy. Life dances and we dance life, each beat or our heart dilates our cells to gorge them with that original grace that flows endlessly. This moment contains all our world, it is only love, truth and eternity. So let's put down here and now, this moment is our life.