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a happy day in May

  A delicate fabric of bird song

   Floats in the air, 
The smell of wet wild earth 
   Is everywhere. 

Red small leaves of the maple 
   Are clenched like a hand, 
Like girls at their first communion
   The pear trees stand. 

Oh I must pass nothing by 
   Without loving it much, 
The raindrop try with my lips, 
   The grass with my touch; 

For how can I be sure 
   I shall see again 
The world on the first of May 
   Shining after the rain?
πŸŒ·πŸŒΉβ˜”οΈπŸŒ·πŸŒΉβ˜”οΈπŸŒ·πŸŒΉβ˜”οΈπŸπŸŒΉβ˜”οΈβ˜€οΈ
May Day by Sara Teasdale
 
Listen to Kate Earl sing Shadows and Light http://youtu.be/wKXvrtCiOvo
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simply says it

 

via Project Happiness on facebook

Listen to You Can Close Your Eyes – Anika Larsen & Jessie Mueller http://youtu.be/8USVXvRUKoI

Today! Β 

  This is why we survive the winter

The world shows off
Flowers are bursting color
Flaming forsythia frames the river
Fuzzy trees and bushes make me squirmy happy 
The sky beams blue
The water waves joyfully
The sand gladly greets, 
us with our winter legs
(except for the hardcore tanning bed crowd – already too brown for the rest of us)
little girls and their tattooed fathers pick up shells and rocks
to fill purple buckets of heartwarming, serious cuteness
coconut oil floats deliciously on the warm breeze 
I can’t stop smiling
Spring has sprung
Let love begin
AL 4/29/15
  
   

 

   


   

  
  

buzzing

 If there’s anything I’ve learned, it’s that joy is not a constant state, but a low grade buzz that sometimes roars and other times purrs, but that it is always available to sink down into, if I’m feeling the ache that makes for tears or the ache that makes for celebration. – Jen Lemen
🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝

Jen Lemen says my poetry-prompt word of the day – buzz
as she reads my blog and responds. 

I love Jen Lemen over at ‘Hopeful World’ 
http://hopefulworld.org
I missed my word as I read it the first time, 
not mindful of today’s word, 
because I was still stuck in yesterday’s word ‘vine’. 
Then there it is, with a Lemen-y flair…
  
My heart leaps to attention 
I fly right there to find it 
Copy the sentence…
Smile
yes, ‘joy is a low grade buzz’
along with 
peace
love
harmony
they all live under the same everyday rooftop
once you understand them 
allow them in 
they are your friends
constant companions
making life balanced
glorious 
stable
the foundation made of jewels
gold
strong rock 
like granite 
storms come and go
the buzz stays 
and becomes the music we dance to
🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝
ACL 11/14/13
  
  

Listen to The Muppets sing Ode to Joy

http://youtu.be/VnT7pT6zCcA
🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝

a few months ago I was Jen Lemen’s apple cake angel πŸ˜‡ https://lifeacousticandamplified.wordpress.com/?s=apple+cake&submit=Search

 photo sources found at www.pinterest.com/al513

we are allΒ 

 We are challenged to love the unloveable
Do good to those who hate us
there is only one way to get this done –
To see myself as I am. 
It is what it is. 
I am the other. 
I am the unlovable. 
Only I know how much this is true,
full of lies and ego. 
I want to fight my way to the top,
crush those beneath. 
I want to do things my way. 
The earth to revolve around my desires. 
Under my self-pleasing ways,
I am afraid, 
because I know the truth. 
Yes, I am the unlovable
yet I am loved
I have experienced this love
and it has changed me,
at least parts of me,

I should say, 
It is changing me…
daily
I have been overwhelmed by grace,
drowned in the goodness of love,
resurrected in loves fire. 
It has allowed me to see my imperfections,
accept them,
even laugh at them 
and challenged me to
admit the truth,
to change,
to open,
to die,
to become vulnerable,
to love myself and
to love others,
who are the unlovable as well

Only love can mend a heart
only love can break it in two –
or into a million pieces,
then turn it to gold
in order to allow this love to flow through the broken and scarred,
to heal the world,

wounded healers all,
by sharing this same great love
this loves which loves us all
Yes, we are all the unlovable
yet we are loved,
just as we are. 
πŸ˜ˆπŸ˜‡πŸ‘ΏπŸ˜‡πŸ˜ˆπŸ˜‡πŸ‘ΏπŸ˜‡
ACL 8/28/13
 
photo sources found at www.pinterest.com/al513 

 

settling in to happiness

  What happens when your soul

Begins to awaken
Your eyes
And your heart
And the cells of your body
To the great Journey of Love?  

First there is wonderful laughter
And probably precious tears

And a hundred sweet promises
And those heroic vows
No one can ever keep. 

But still God is delighted and amused
You once tried to be a saint. 

What happens when your soul
Begins to awake in this world

To our deep need to love
And serve the Friend?

O the Beloved
Will send you
One of His wonderful, wild companionsβ€”

Like Hafiz.
πŸ’‘πŸ’‘πŸ’‘πŸ’‘πŸ’‘πŸ’‘πŸ’‘πŸ’‘πŸ’‘
What Happens by Hafiz
 
 Today I want to greet joy

Without a trace of protection 
I want to open my eyes to the light
Without a blink of dread
I want to look at my past
Without a whisper of shame
I want to look at my future 
Without a hint of fear 
Today I want to dance
Without pausing to think
I want to belly laugh
Without caring who hears
I want to open my arms
and twirl in the sun
Until I fall breathless
free to be myself
full of the joy
that I open to allow
completely letting go
Without even a smudge of suspicion 
or an instant of hesitation

ACL 3/4/13

 
Listen to Stevie Wonder sing For Once In My Life http://youtu.be/3oZClso_yUQ
Photo sources found at www.pinterest.com/al513 

hummingΒ 

 
  

One old man keeps humming the same few notes
of some song he thought he had forgotten
back in the days when as he knows there was
no word for life in the language 
and if they wanted to say eyes or heart
they would hold up a leaf and he remembers
the big tree where it rose from the dry ground
and the way the birds carried water in their voices
they were all the color of their fear of the dark
and as he sits there humming he remembers
some of the words they come back to him now
he smiles hearing them come and go

🎢🎢🎢🎢🎢🎢🎢🎢🎢🎢

Parts of a Tune by W. S. Merwin

🎢🎢🎢🎢🎢🎢🎢🎢🎢🎢

Just lying on the couch and being happy. 
Only humming a little, the quiet sound in the head.
Trouble is busy elsewhere at the moment, it has
so much to do in the world.

People who might judge are mostly asleep; they can’t

monitor you all the time, and sometimes they forget.
When dawn flows over the hedge you can
get up and act busy.

Little corners like this, pieces of Heaven

left lying around, can be picked up and saved.
People wont even see that you have them,
they are so light and easy to hide.

Later in the day you can act like the others.

You can shake your head. You can frown.

Any Morning by William Stafford

 
    

 Listen to James Taylor sing You’ve Got A Friend http://youtu.be/xEkIou3WFnM

Quote/photo sources found at www.pinterest.com/al513

always return

 

 


When I was the stream, when I was the

forest, when I was still the field,

when I was every hoof, foot,

fin and wing, when I 

was the sky

itself,


no one ever asked me did I have a purpose, no one ever

wondered was there anything I might need,

for there was nothing

I could not

love.


It was when I left all we once were that 

the agony began, the fear and questions came,

and I wept, I wept. And tears

I had never known

before. 


So I returned to the river, I returned to 

the mountains. I asked for their hand in marriage again,

I beggedβ€”I begged to wed every object

and creature, 


and when they accepted,

God was ever present in my arms.

And He did not say,

β€œWhere have you

been?” 


For then I knew my soul – every soul- has always held

Him. 

🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌿

“When I Was the Forest” by Meister Eckhart 

🌳

 

Listen to Kari Jobe sing Be Still My Soul http://youtu.be/mq59iE3MhXM

photo sources found at www.pinterest.com/al513


 

 

Can Broken Wings Fly?

 


Broken wings can fly?

Who will mend them/who will rend them?

Who will tend them/who will send them?

 

I have been on the road less traveled

And seen life and death unraveled

Torn and broken down;

And voices filled with gravel!

 

I have been in nothing more

And seen rapacious roar

And heard the unknown sound

Speaking loudly,

From the ground!

 

And through my eyes, through the hue

Ebbing ever from greed to blue

Sometimes blinded by the light

Rarely knowing what is right

I travel through the maze

And broken through the haze

 

But my heart has never broken!

It beats with never ending light

And I know not where it leads me,

But I know it leads to you!

In sky or in the sea,

Always spoken if not seen

Or seen if not spoken;

 

The vision never broken!

πŸ‘πŸ»πŸ‘πŸ»πŸ‘πŸ»πŸ‘πŸ»πŸ‘πŸ»πŸ‘πŸ»πŸ‘πŸ»

by Matthew Mele

 

 

 

 

 

listen to Paul McCartney sing Blackbird http://youtu.be/8ehhZ53zysQ

Photo sources found at www.pinterest.com/al513 

 

 

  

be trueΒ 

 

You are the only faithful student you have.
All the others leave eventually. 

Have you been making yourself shallow
with making others eminent? 

Just remember, when you’re in union,
you don’t have to fear
that you’ll be drained. 

The command comes to speak,
and you feel the ocean
moving through you.
Then comes, Be silent,
as when the rain stops,
and the trees in the orchard
begin to draw moisture
up into themselves.

πŸ’§πŸ’§πŸ’§πŸ’§πŸ’§πŸ’§πŸ’§πŸ’§πŸ’§πŸ’§
You Are the Only Student You Have by Rumi 
  
 
 
We are here practicing the Art of Self Change – the spiritual warrior practices absolute trust in the struggle for awareness. The most important factor is true presence. This moment is the gift. 
The starting point is always ourselves. It’s essence is like water, flowing. Only the willingness to change will bring anything new into our lives. Only a correct relationship with ourselves will bring about right relationships with others and the Divine. 
       – Unknown
 
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