Peace can be found in the steps of a stroll
will you join me on a walk to nowhere?
Shall we wonder without aim neither here nor there
and celebrate the lazy steps we take.
Falling victim to the marvel of the blearing blue sky
touching blades of grass along our journey.
Feeling passion for the air that finds our lungs
loving every second, that goes by...
‘tis the only way the spirit knows to fly.
Deo Volente
January 21, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
In time
What good am I, I have no wing
Nor can I whistle like birds sing
One withered leaf, without a place
Of time that was, I’m but erased
What good are you, of disregard
With callous aim and buoyant heart
A raging storm of plenty
Tis you that I shall envy
What good are we, two bound by fate
On path by way of dreary state
to earth as I decay
by earth you find your way
what good is this, that life has planned
perplexed, I wish to understand
I’m ushered to such end
While you in time transcend
What good am I, in wasted form
The aftermath of raging storm
So ravaged by the season
Weep not, for there is reason…
Though once you were of branch of tree
It came to pass that you should be
of moment that would pass
To soil, in time be cast
In arms with rain and seed of fruit
till glory of one newborn root
in soil beneath life’s tree…
We’re blessings, don’t you see.
Deo Volente
January 19, 2011
Nor can I whistle like birds sing
One withered leaf, without a place
Of time that was, I’m but erased
What good are you, of disregard
With callous aim and buoyant heart
A raging storm of plenty
Tis you that I shall envy
What good are we, two bound by fate
On path by way of dreary state
to earth as I decay
by earth you find your way
what good is this, that life has planned
perplexed, I wish to understand
I’m ushered to such end
While you in time transcend
What good am I, in wasted form
The aftermath of raging storm
So ravaged by the season
Weep not, for there is reason…
Though once you were of branch of tree
It came to pass that you should be
of moment that would pass
To soil, in time be cast
In arms with rain and seed of fruit
till glory of one newborn root
in soil beneath life’s tree…
We’re blessings, don’t you see.
Deo Volente
January 19, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Will
I wish I could beyond the doubt
Reach deep in and rip it out
That which invades the light
The dark before the night
I wish I could of heart and soul
Seek out what seems to make it whole
Then shatter it with might
To make the wrong be right
I wish I could in whisper still
Find courage and the sense of will
To face the dark that spreads
And never be mislead
Yes though I maybe weak and frail
Tis in the dawn I shall prevail
I’ll rise much like the sun
And fight till I have won
I’ll shed each doubt like snake its skin
And let the power deep within
Dismantle what wont break
Forgiving each mistake
Not only for my sake.
Deo Volente
January 19, 2011
Reach deep in and rip it out
That which invades the light
The dark before the night
I wish I could of heart and soul
Seek out what seems to make it whole
Then shatter it with might
To make the wrong be right
I wish I could in whisper still
Find courage and the sense of will
To face the dark that spreads
And never be mislead
Yes though I maybe weak and frail
Tis in the dawn I shall prevail
I’ll rise much like the sun
And fight till I have won
I’ll shed each doubt like snake its skin
And let the power deep within
Dismantle what wont break
Forgiving each mistake
Not only for my sake.
Deo Volente
January 19, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
The eyes no longer have it
So my eyes are not what they once were, comes with age, right…
A few years ago I noticed that every so often, I had the hardest time seeing small print. Then the typos followed, dare I say in rapid succession. I was diagnosed with astigmatism but the thing that gets me is, it seems to have a mind of it’s own. Well I refuse to wear my glasses because they make my eyes hurt and the logic of “your eyes need time to adjust” just will not work for me. If they are supposed to improve my situation, why then is there need for an adjustment period? My best guess is the ophthalmologist was in such a rush to cram as many patients into his wallet as he could, he flew through the exam and fell a few drops short of a full bucket…so if you have noticed a few more errors than usual, that would be the reason. At least that’s my story and I’m sticking to it :)
D.V.
A few years ago I noticed that every so often, I had the hardest time seeing small print. Then the typos followed, dare I say in rapid succession. I was diagnosed with astigmatism but the thing that gets me is, it seems to have a mind of it’s own. Well I refuse to wear my glasses because they make my eyes hurt and the logic of “your eyes need time to adjust” just will not work for me. If they are supposed to improve my situation, why then is there need for an adjustment period? My best guess is the ophthalmologist was in such a rush to cram as many patients into his wallet as he could, he flew through the exam and fell a few drops short of a full bucket…so if you have noticed a few more errors than usual, that would be the reason. At least that’s my story and I’m sticking to it :)
D.V.
Sunday, January 16, 2011
just a thought
By serving each other we serve ourselves…I could be crazy but it stands to reason that we have the ability to make our world better by assisting one another in the most basic ways. An ear, in times of worry, a smile in times of pain, a friend in times of …well you get the idea. The smallest thing can make the greatest difference, have you made a difference today?
D.V.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
The spoon
The reality of life dictates that as we grow older we not only forget about things that once were our present but also how to think with the curiosity and innocence of youth. It maybe because we become so aware of our lives that we forget to live or maybe we allow the world in so much, we inevitably lose sight of simple joys. This is by no means a new thought for me but today, as I was shown a spoon in utter amazement, it resonated more than ever. The curious child to my left, who simply did not feel like eating, decided instead to observe the wonder of his reflection in his spoon. Much to his surprise, he discovered that on the back of the spoon his reflection was right side up but on the front it was upside down. His eyes were widened by his discovery and he just had to share the moment. At first I smiled but instead of enjoying the moment, I almost explaining away the magic of the spoon. I’m glad I chose not to, after all, we all deserve to believe in the magic and wonder of life for as long as possible, spoon or no spoon.
D.V.
January 13, 2011
D.V.
January 13, 2011
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