Sipping
....the fruitful flavors
....from ambrosia tea,
....the inward music
....begins to flow.
My fingers itch
....as I pick up my uke
....and start to strum.
The initial dissonance becomes harmony.
Harmony becomes pleasure.
Pleasure becomes laughter.
And laughter becomes music.
Comments: During one morning of quiet time, the above began to happen. The only poetic license taken was the harmony of the uke. I am just learning so the laughter was more about how much I still have to learn before I can say, "Yes, I play the ukulele."
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Lo...
Lo that I could
....walk across the seas
....and see all the adventures
....that lay before me.
Lo that I could
....lie in bed
....and dream dreams
....so fulfilling
....that all are fed.
Lo that my hand
....was a magic wand
....with a wave and a swish
....wars would cease
....and all is calm.
Alas, I am but
....a mere mortal man
....where flaws abound
....with little magic
....within my realm.
Instead I must
....live and act
....in ways
....as if those powers
....reside within my day.
Comments: As individuals, we often underestimate the power we have. History is filled with individuals who decided to make a difference, whether among the people with whom they came into contact or as in the case of Ghandi, impacted the world.