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CASTLE IN THE SAND

 

 

It’s not uncommon when walking on the beach to smile when we see a castle in the sand…often we will find it nestled where the water meets the land.

 

For we know from experience…if we use only sand or only water…the castle will not stand…we know they need to work together to form a castle in the sand.

 

And we know, although it is possible for one person alone to build a castle in the sand…so much more beauty and joy is built into the castle…when friends and family lend a hand.

 

And we see how some castles are quite simple…others elaborate…others grand…yet we marvel at the beauty of every castle in the sand.

 

And we know we must enjoy every moment in the construction of our castle in the sand…because…eventually…time and all her vestiges…will return our castle to the land.

 

Perhaps that’s why we smile…because of all we’ve come to understand…every time we walk along the beach…and see a castle in the sand..

 
 
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AFTER THE RAIN

 

 

I looked outside one morning as the day had just begun to see a grey sky overhead….dark clouds blotting out the sun.

 

Sadness seemed to blanket everything at the beginning of this day…the world seemed smaller…more confining as a storm was on its way.

 

Soon the sadness that had filled the clouds dropped to the Earth in rain…and I thought why the weather can change my mood…is difficult to explain.

 

Sometimes the rain makes me happy as I remember playing in it with Mom and Dad…other times when I am missing them…the raindrops make me sad.

 

The storm completed its visit around noon…and again…it’s difficult to explain how the sadness I was feeling…departed with the rain.

 

Once the skies cleared and I could see the sun would be shining for a while…it’s as if the sun took any sadness I was feeling…and replaced it with a smile.

 

What is this strange phenomenon I thought….what is the weather trying to say…perhaps that, in our life, there will be storms along the way.

 

And when a storm brings sadness…as some storms often do…It’s okay to be sad…knowing when the storm is through…

 

the clouds will break…the sun will shine…and happiness will return…

Perhaps this is the lesson the weather wants us all o learn.

 

That yes, we will experience storms…but eventually all storms wane…

And we must decide if our life is to be guided by the sun…

or determined by the rain.

 

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FALLING LEAVES

 

Today as I walked under our oak trees a persistent morning breeze coaxed a myriad of leaves from their home amidst the trees.

 

(For those of you experiencing winter…who think a poem about fallen leaves is just wrong…Remember…I happen to live Florida…where the leaves fall all year long!)

 

A breeze I could not see but I could feel and hear its sound…caused a multitude of leaves to bid their their limbs adieu and flutter to the ground.

 

And for a moment I was a child again…I felt innocent and small

as I laid down in the grass (by the way…the best place to watch them fall).

 

And I found myself thanking the wind and the trees and thanking Mother Nature by her name…for once again reminding me how nothing ever stays the same..

 

Every day change is occurring right before our eyes…trees lose their leaves, babies are born…new clouds soar across the sky.

 

The weather changes every day…today it’s warmer…yesterday it was a little colder…and every day, as part of life, we grow a little older.

 

Since, like the leaves, our days upon this planet are finite…our time on Earth is measured…every second of life should be cherished…every moment treasured.

 

No moment should be thought too insignificant…

for everywhere there is magic to be found…

like laying in the grass on a breezy morning

and trying to catch some leaves as they flutter to the ground.

 

 

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A LITTLE BIT OF MAGIC

There is a little bit of magic in my morning walk…in all the miles I’ve amassed.

It’s where my present meets my future as I step out of my past.

 

Looking back I cannot change the path I took…that is plain to see 

but where I step into the future…that is totally up to me.

 

For that is the glory of a new day…that’s what my morning walk is all about…I can choose to do things differently…I can take a different route.

 

I could choose to walk the same path, write my poems and rhyme my words…or I could choose to leave my poetry behind and just listen to the birds.

 

To immerse myself into the music of the morning…letting it seep into every pore.

How often when I’ve done this have I discovered sounds I’d never heard before?

 

Or I could take a different path completely…one I’d never walked before…a different street, a different road…perhaps a walk along the shore.

 

Where I might stop to breathe the morning air wafting on an ocean breeze or listen to the wind as it rustles through the trees.

 

Oh, I still love the sameness in my life, the daily routines I happily journey through for in that sameness I can always find a bit of magic too.

 

But it’s nice to know that sameness doesn’t have to be steadfast….allowing me a little bit of future magic each morning as I step out of my past.

 
 
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KINTSUKOROI

Kintsukuroi (KInt-soo-gi) is a Japanese art form…it is ancient…very old…it consists of repairing broken pottery with little bits of gold.

 

The idea is a simple one…innocent at it’s core

Where something that’s been broken can come back more beautiful than before.

 

It is a wonderful lesson…how something broken can be more beautiful…and new

It’s a lesson, if I’m not mistaken, that applies to people too.

 

 

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COMMUTATIVE PROPERTY

I was taught the commutative property of addition back when I still counted on my fingers and my thumbs…which stated: no matter how we group our addends…it doesn’t change the sum.

 

When I grew up I left the commutative property behind…

I didn’t think it had much worth…until I heard someone say the other day…

One People

One Love

One Earth.

 

We may not all look alike and we may pray under different steeples 

But when all is said and done we are still

One Earth

One Love

One People.

 

I hope the next time we pray to whatever God we pray to…

as we look up and search the sky above…

we pray that we remember we are:

One Earth

One People

One Love

 

And as we look backward and forward at a world that because of us is misbegotten…

let us pray we can remember the math we have long ago forgotten.

 

Math we were taught when we still counted on our fingers and our thumbs…

that no matter how we group our addends…

it does not change the sum..

 
 
 
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MY LUCKY DAY

In the middle of my walk this morning I paused in the park to breathe the morning air

when I noticed not too far away from me…another old man sitting there.

 

He was talking to himself while on his face I noticed a grin

so I decided, for a little while, I would listen in.

 

A rabbit hopped in front of us, “Hello rabbit.” I heard him say.

“You’re the second rabbit I’ve seen already…

today must be my lucky day”.

 

I saw him look up at the moon, “Hello moon.” I heard him say.

“A full moon in the morning…today must be my lucky day.”

 

Suddenly a light rain began to fall, “Hello rain.” I heard him say.

“A little rain to cool me off…today must be my lucky day.”

 

Finally, we heard a bird begin to chirp, “Hello bird.” I heard him say.

“I get to hear the first song of the morning…today must be my lucky day.”

 

When he got up to leave he smiled at me and left without saying a word

This old man who found inspiration in a rabbit, the moon, a little rain and the singing of a bird.

 

“Thanks old man.” I whispered as I watched him shuffle on his way.

“I’ve learned a lot from you this morning…today must be my lucky day.”

 

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NOT AN EXPERT

NOT AN EXPERT

 

I am not an expert on the stars or the flowers.

I can’t think like an expert does.

I am not an expert on the stars or the flowers

but there are times…when I wish I was.

 

I used to dream how great it would be 

in this wonderful world of ours

to be a botanist who knows the flowers…

or an astronomer who understands the stars.

 

But I never got to be an expert.

An expert my parents never begat…

No…I have never been an expert

and I’m okay with that.

 

Because there is a distinct advantage to now knowing 

everything in sight.

It means I’m surprised most every day…

and amazed most every night.

 

I don’t need to know every constellation

to experience the wonder of a planet or a star.

I don’t need to know the name of every flower

to see how beautiful they are.

 

When I walk among a field of flowers

In a morning or afternoon breeze

I only think how lucky am I to share this beauty

with the butterflies and the bees.

 

Every now and then, only for a moment, I envy the experts

who have within their power

the name of every constellation, every star

and every flower.

 

And every now and then…

as I allow my untrained eyes and heart to wander free

I wonder if, only for a moment, 

those experts don’t envy me.

 

 

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THAT DOES NOT DETER ME

All my life I’ve loved to draw…the many people and things in front of me.

The only problem is the things I draw…don’t always look like what I see.

 

It seems it should be easy which is why I do not understand

how the beauty I see before me gets distorted by my hands

 

I can draw the sun, a house, and occasionally…a cloud

but all my other drawings would only make Picasso’s mother proud.

 

My drawings might be simple, they might be incoherent and raw

but that does not deter me…for I still love to draw.

 

All my life I’ve loved to dance…the moment I feel the beat

but it’s hard to find the right rhythm when I was born with two left feet.

 

When people see me dancing (trust me it’s not a pretty sight)

they usually call for a doctor and ask if I’m all right.

 

My movements might be simple…might make some think I’m in a trance

but that does not deter me…for I still love to dance.

 

All my life I’ve loved to sing…how I envy all the birds….

for they like me are happy singing when they don’t know all the words.

 

I think of myself as a nightingale whose voice is beautiful once let loose…

but from what I’ve been told by others…I sound more like a goose.

 

My voice may sound more like a bird who has a broken wing….

but that does not deter me…for I still love to sing.

 

I was lucky that a long time ago I came to understand

I don’t need to be an artist, a professional dancer or a singer in a band.

 

For despite my little drawbacks I am as happy as a clam

Happy drawing and dancing and singing…just the way I am.