"Life Continues"...Part II

             ~ My Life continues, and my Life is me...
        You are with someone else?  I trust that you are Happy.
            
               At this deep level we are together and a distance of ten thousand miles is right next door.  No, not next door.  Right here.   I do not long for you, for you are with me, and this I like.  You do not occupy my thoughts, or my Life, but are with me like my breathing which goes on, keeping Life in me.  All the many yous I Love are together in me without clutter, those physically near me, too.  There is responsiveness in everything I do, and the whole world is very much alive.

              The goodness remains with me.  ~ It will always be...

               May All be well with you!

~Unknown

~Beannaichte'

19 July, 2013

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"Life Continues"...

              ~When I am in this world, non-possessive love is fully present-gently touching, never clutching.  I do not have to make corrections in me to arrive at it, as I sometimes do at other times.  In this world, this Love just is. You come toward me.  I have the feeling of a smile.  You leave me.  The same lightly dancing happiness remains.  I miss you sometimes.  I really do.  You enter my thoughts and you are not here.  But at the same time I am not missing you, for you are still with me. I wish you well.  I don't know what you are doing and I do not need to know.  My wish is a feeling without words,"May all be well with you."
              You are here.  That is good.
              You are not here.  The goodness remains with me. 
              My Life continues, and my Life is me... 

~Unknown

~Beannaichte'

18 July, 2013

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"Green Eyes"

~Every Night we Light the Candle

that stands Beside our Bed.

But sometimes the Flame's too much to handle,

That's what you Said, that's what you Said~

You should Know,

because you Built a Fire in me and you made it Burn,

you Followed  me Watching every Move,

Matching every Turn.

Your Green Eyes they don't Miss a thing,

They Hold me Like the Sun going Down,

Warm me like a Fire in the Night, Without a Sound.

You were Waiting till I heard,

just as Patient as the Love Light in your Eyes,

You Never Threw away a Word, or ever Talked in a Disguise~

I ought to know.

You were a Beacon to a Sailor lost at Sea,

I Saw it in your Eyes when you Looked at me, so Openly.

The First time I ever Saw your Laughter

break Lose inside and Tumble Out to me,

My  Heart Knew  it  had  Found what it was After,

and it came so Easily

We should Know.

After all the Years of the Hard and Lonely Times,

Now our Days go by like Best Friend's Story Lines,

Yours and Mine.

~Kate Wolf

U.S.A.

~Beannaichte'

8 July, 2013

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"Fully Human"

To Understand people

I  Must try to Understand what they are Not saying,

Perhaps what they will Never be 

able to Say...

It  Costs 

so  Much to be a  Full  Human Being

that there are very Few
who  Have the Enlightenment

or the Courage,

to Pay the Price...

One has to Abandon altogether

the Search for Security,

and  Reach Out

to the Risk of Living

with

Both Arms.

One has to Embrace the World 

like a Lover.

One has to Accept Pain

as a Condition of Existence.

One has to Court

Doubt and Darkness 

as the

Cost of Knowing.

One Needs  a Will Stubborn in Conflict,

but  Apt  always to Total Acceptance

of  Every Consequence

of

Living

and

Dying.

~Morris L. West

in The Shoes of the Fisherman

~Beannaichte'

31 May, 2013

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"Ants"

            Ants
 Are not fond of margarine. 
 Like us they prefer

Butter.  They do not have cholesterol problems

Because as yet they do not own TVs. For centuries

They have toiled in order that they might be able to

Take a night off and watch the Northern Lights which

Are their version of canned laughter.  They hate picnics

But feel compelled by Folklore to attend them

Or at minimum do a drive by chicken leg grab.  Their

Queen is a pain in the ass.  They don't love her but

Without her they would be common, so they serve her.

She is an insatiable nymphomaniac but they don't

Hold that against her trying to stay busy with their work.

Forgotten ancient Languages have been genetically

Imprinted in them at birth and they say things they

Don't understand.  Like us they often make bad marriages.

But because of their outstanding physical prowess

And Humility there is seldom cause for divorce. They

Haven't read the great Philosophers but they know them

Innately.  They love the Flowers of Spring and lacking

Perspective eagerly run all over them.  They

Are much like us.  They are nudists but because Puritanism

Has not invaded their genetic code, it does not 

Affect their work ethic and each Ant loves its own body.

Therefore they don't care about boots and 

Sandals.  Like us,
                                      Ants
 Are driven by their Hearts and pretend

That it is all in the name of Duty.  Ants are never impulsive.

When they laugh, the Gardens of olde maids tremble.
                                       Ants

Love to dance but lack a sense of rhythm so

They gave it up when Homer scorned them.  Rain is their

Sensuality.  It makes them feel delirious and late.  Quivering

And running between rain drops to their Fate,

~From Mudfish

by Vicki Hudspith

~Beannaichte'!

24 May, 2013

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"Waiting"

~For those who have Loved me, but especially for those who have let me Love them...

              OLD MAN:  Love, now, Love's another thing. 

 Normally speaking, there's your four kinds.  First off there's your light/fast  the sort that happens on a train or swimming or  a movie. Takes a lot of cheerfulness, does your light/fast. 
             Then there's your heavy/fast.  That's the sort as happens in a war.  Happened to a nurse and me beside the field-kitchen until the cook leaned out to cast slops.  Or was that your light/fast?  No, no.  To her, maybe, as she soon afterwards proved out by going over the hill with the cook.  To her it was just your olde light/fast, but not to me and that's where you have your trouble.
            Then there's your  light/slow.  That's the best of the lot.  Like floating is your olde light/slow.  Like two swallows of wine on a pain pill.  I only had your olde light/slow once and she left,  but that didn't stop it. Still get a touch of it now and then, especially when you can smell last year's leaf mold.
             Then there's your  heavy/slow!  That's the sort that spoils bad habits.  I know a man that got so improved by your olde heavy/slow that he married her.  Haven't seen him since, of course, but I've heard he's not dead.

~From the stage play "Waiting" by Jack Winter.
Canada

~Beannaichte'

8 May, 2013

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