Amigo Absoluto

take time to run in a field of flowers take time to splash in a puddle blow some bubbles love with abandon lay back under a tree and dream take time to be young and free ~ poem "Take Time" by Michael Traveler photo by Jackie Culmer Photography

Just like the last green in a colour pot So are these leaves, withered and wrecked Behind the flower umbels, which reflect A hue of blue only, more they do not. Reflections are tear-stained, inaccurate, As if they were about to cease, And like old blue notepaper sheets They wear some yellow, grey and violet, Washed-out like on a children's apron, Outworn and now no more in use: We contemplate a small life's short duration. But suddenly some new blue seemingly is seen In just one umbel, and we muse Over a moving blue delighting in the green. ~~Rainer Maria Rilke Translation © by Guntram Deichsel,

Love is a touch it must be no matter what you love it must touch you your heart, your soul, your flesh and you in turn must touch it you need to return the feel to embrace what it is to know it's weight you must feel it's importance love does not merely exist it is an act a connection to it is a feeling something that stirs your emotions books, movies, a cup of coffee a sunset, mountain tops, flowers a song, a snowfall, the winds a puppy, your child, your mate what you love you cannot help but to touch ...and it in turn touches you ~lyni – 25/3/15

I watch the clouds as they scream across the evening skies no beautiful sun set, only grey misery, I feel so cold inside. The wind wails like the train on an old Johnny Cash forty-five, and I jump as bright flashes of lightning trace fire across my eyes. Pounding droplets relentlessly drum against my head, gluing my hair to my face. Exuded musky odors of rain and fear filled sweat, from my clothes, I trace, as the torment pushes firmly against me, urging me on, I look for a sheltered place. Limbs on the trees rattle all around, as through symphonies of bamboo wind chimes I race. For only a moment, I hoped in my heart, I might find that shelter in you in the gentleness of your words, the tenderness of your touch, the kindness of your truth. I know the beauty of you, deep in you, in your eyes, those beautiful eyes deep blue, that sad, sad part of you that you can never share with me, the part I know, I knew. Storm clouds cry in the dark of night as the deluge continues to ...

We are not going to change the whole world, but we can change ourselves and feel free as birds. We can be serene even in the midst of calamities and, by our serenity, make others more tranquil. Serenity is contagious. If we smile at someone, he or she will smile back. And a smile costs nothing. We should plague everyone with joy.  If we are to die in a minute, why not die happily, laughing? ~~ Swami Satchidananda Photo Credit: Ned Walthall

"I don't think there's anything on this planet that more trumpets life than the sunflower.  For me that's because of the reason behind  its name. Not because it looks like the sun  but because it follows the sun. During the course of the day, the head tracks the journey of the sun across the sky. A satellite dish for  sunshine. Wherever light is, no matter  how weak, these flowers will find it.  And that's such an admirable thing.  And such a lesson in life." -Helen Mirren

Like a branch that reaches out toward the sun Or a leaf that gently touches the sky steadfast and growing with roots running deep or a robin preparing to fly like a wing that glides on a gentle wind seeking its way to a nest like a wave gently rolling ashore Searching for a place to rest Like two hearts beating from many miles away thumping in perfect harmony trying to find some common ground, to set their spirits free Like a kite that slowly dances across the sky or the sun that chases the moon like a rainbow arched from right to left that  faded much too soon Like a dolphin leaping over a perfect wave or a shooting star that glitters in its flight The soft sweet whisper of a gentle sea breeze as the daytime slowly turns into night like a mother and child sharing time precious moments in a gentle embrace like the the sun that rises in the eastern sky with a smile on its early morning face like the golden rays reaching out to touch the green soft earth below ...