Tag Archives: Scenes from Lilypad

A Wintry Day

A winter’s day
In a deep and dark
December
I am alone
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow
I am a rock
I am an island
I’ve built walls
A fortress deep and mighty
That none may penetrate
I have no need of friendship, friendship causes pain
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain
I am a rock
I am an island
Don’t talk of love
But I’ve heard the words before
It’s sleeping in my memory
I won’t disturb the slumber of feelings that have died
If I never loved I never would have cried
I am a rock
I am an island
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me
I am shielded in my armor
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb
I touch no one and no one touches me
I am a rock
I am an island
And a rock feels no pain
And an island never cries.
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I bought a cabin

I recently bought a cabin in Hesperus, Colorado.  I love it thus far.  I intend on making upgrades to it, including meditation gardens.  I will be documenting the changes here on my blog.  I’m a green thumb and am super excited about the greenhouse.  I also don’t mind the sauna and jacuzzi.

Oh!  I also have a big huge pond!  Pics of that coming.

I purchased all of the internal furniture on Facebook Marketplace for $2,630.  Including a baby grand Wang Chung.

I will be bringing in solar panels to provide energy source for both home and pond.

Be

[From Jonathan Livingston Seagull]

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“Be”

Lost
On a painted sky
Where the clouds are hung
For the poet’s eye
You may find him
If you may find himThere
On a distant shore
By the wings of dreams
Through an open door
You may know him
If you may

Be
As a page that aches for a word
Which speaks on a theme that is timeless
And the one God will make for your day

Sing
As a song in search of a voice that is silent
And the sun
God will make for your way

And we dance
To a whispered voice
Overheard by the soul,
Undertook by the heart
And you may know it
If you may know it

While the sand would become the stone
Which begat the spark
Turned to living bone
Holy, holy
Sanctus, sanctus

Be
As a page that aches for a word
Which speaks on a theme that is timeless
While the one God will make
for your day

Sing
As a song in search of a voice that is silent
And the one God will make for your way

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