Thanks!

Thanks to all kindness lovers
Thanks to all kindness doers
Thanks to all helping hands
Thanks to all animal lovers
Thanks to all birds lovers
Thanks to all trees lovers
Thanks to all neighbour lovers
Thanks to all children lovers
Thanks to all friends ..

Thanks to KS Kmbhai for sharing this one :)

Hello again dear friends

It's been quite a while since I posted, but here we are, a lovely poem from Kindspringer 'LaughingSoul'

One bite of bread

If fairly shared,

Given with love and care

Shall saturate whole brain.


A tiny space fairly shared

A land, a chair, or something else

Offered with love and care

Shall give the soul its rest.

For Virginie

I wish a very Happy birthday to my dear friend .. Who is like – A colorful butterfly having wings of love … A beautiful flower having fragrance of happiness … A mystical lake having songs of peace … An open sky having stars of greatness … A shiny sun having rays of inspiration … A divine soul having seeds of goodness … A new born baby having heart of kindness … having heart of kindness … Have a wonderful life dear friend. kmbhai

Spirit’s Song

There is a music in silence.

It rises from the ground, green and growing,
Tendriling around my feet,
Tickling some forgotten bloom.

It wafts from the sides, around my body,
Embracing me in delicate
Wisps of the softest breeze.

From my head’s crown, settles a song,
Interlaced with all creation,
Bejeweled in beauty immeasurable.

The melody seems familiar.

Past all seasons.
Past all thought.
Past all knowing.

The song is centered
At the heart of me,
Where it beats a rhythmic force.

So joins the woven song,
Voices long ago heard,
And too, the still becoming.

Until we sway and lift

From this earth, before bound,
Into the greater inner beyond.

mj

From T Henry at Gratefulness.org

In The Absence of Quiet

Rain, as it falls gently on leaves
The sigh of a new born as she lays sleeping
A brook ripples as you sit by your campfire
October wind

There was a time
When the world was new
When the first sound was
The first sound

Dearth of quiet
Is absence of peace
No safe haven
To reflect on blessings

You cannot hear Him
His words lost
In the clatter
Of our so called lives

Seek out the hidden places of your heart
The wood is fine
All creatures great and small
Welcome you

Be at peace
You are
Home

T Henry
March 28, 2012

anniversary poem

sweet as tupelo honey
van morrison sang while
we
lingered in the sunday bed
comfortable in our bare skins
rumpled covers
folded with the flowered spread
of our years together

concentrated
and consecrated
as a premium nectar
the moment
bloomed in our
meadow of gratitude

our breathing
buzzed in sync
golden sticky and sweet

knowing we couldn't
hold on
forever
we licked
our honeyed lips
and kissed

mj

Husband

Husband
Always present
Easily makes me laugh
Quiet wisdom, unfailing strength
Partner

Poem 4-8-16 (Cinquain Format)
KJW