Monthly Archives: July 2011

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Dedicated to Naresh Reddy Old woman’s message of Love

Hug it Out

LIFE is what you make of the breath you are given….

breathing in the air of those with whom you walking…

laughing with those with whom you walk …

.mostly it is dancing with all of them

 while worshiping with all of them at the altar of love.  (mhf) 

Photo by C. Ferris    left to right   Captain Craig Watson    mhf (FREE HUGS)   Fire Fighter Paramedic Wayne Stensrud.

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Destination for love a true story

Cleaning and singing

To my bed I was not straying

How I worship while cleaning

I am really not saying.

My friends on facebook

were staying up very late

Or awakening early

…what is going on for goodness sake

I know it is the full moon

but why are so many of us so wide  awake

I took out the garbage in the middle of the night

I stood beneath the stars

No longer full of fight.

I was ready to surrender to whatever it must be .

My heart was restless

I phoned my friends we had planned a big day

I cannot go   At home I must stay

So I continued cleaning and singing

Sending love here and there at a glance…..

The moment ago I was so informed of a miracle

My heart it warmed

My old womans mind  said

Awh now I know   the love we were

send had a big place to go.

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Folk or blues song?

Short sleep.

Up at dawn.

I awake

To find you gone.

It was a short time.

Such sweet bliss

I will boldly

ask you this.

This which  appears

to be a riddle

or a rhyme.

Were you ever

really here?

Were you ever

really mine?

I ask you this

Because you know

All you ever say 

Now  to me 

Is

I have to go.

Flashing back

in memory dear

Our old song

does now appear:

Hello tiger.

This is the cat

I am purring again

Now why

did you do that?

Oh my tiger, 

I just don’t know

We should

But I have to go.

Now on padded paws 

I purr

and remember.

This remembrance

Makes one

question clear

What do I do

with this

heart ache dear?

My Inner Guide

does now appear.

“This unrequited love

Was just grist

for the mill

There is another

one  waiting  for you. 

One day when

the pain

from this

one is  gone and still.

One who sits

deeply softly 

Within your heart.

One who will not 

From you depart.

I wake up from  

the short-short  dream

I will look for days

To see what this 

Dream means.

The only assurance

The only brave space

Was that in the midst

of the turmoil

I saw the Master’s face. 

This is the song

that I choose  for Soul

Choose for the lessons

Choose for the goal.

Is  it folk

Or nearly  the  blues?

The only assurance

The only brave space

Was that in the midst

of the turmoil

I saw the Master’s face. 

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Love

Nestling newness nuzzled the nowness

Opening occasions occupying 

passionate people purposely proposing

quiet questions quelled

Romantic restfulness returning

Searing Soul’s surface

Teaching tender testimonies

Under the  ubiquitous universes

Xpressing

Your youthful yearnings

Zealot Zone. 

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One-ness of the one nest

Standing alone in the midnight

I have a heart full of blessings

With just one regret…

“I just have not met you yet.“

Rumi says (I paraphrase)

the beloved does not look nor search

for the lover

as they have always been

part of each other.  

You fill my daydreams as I do the dishes

You fill my head with romantic wishes

I know you…

You just have not met yourself

well enough to find me.

When you do come to me 

Your love it will  not blind  nor bind  me. 

Until then 

I am standing alone in the moonlight

Not even in my body anymore

I am not alone in the `inner-sense

`nor  my innocence“

Perhaps I do not want you to reach the shore. 

Perhaps I would rather hold you in my heart

Until I can hold you in my arms evermore.

My greatest blessing is in loving you.

I heartily recommend you do the same.

Love yourself until you have met yourself

The “shadow- sighed shadow side, 

 the poet, the mystic, the clown.

Own all your beauty..

then you need not come to me.

Then we will be one..again. 

SInging in the Woods to my Beloved on the Wind

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George, the Cat dedicated to Suri and Irma

Dogsled team in Chatfield, Minnesota

Image via Wikipedia

It was after supper

on a summers eve

I was recovering

thought I would look

forward  soon to walking outside

Perhaps around the block I thought with pride.

I thought and  stated to my family

It will come.

Then I spoke to my Inner Master,

the Guide of my life.

How long will I have to wait

to be strong enough.

The answer came….

Live in the moment

Act as if

(The healing was complete.)

I took my walker up the stairs

No easy chore.

Packed a note book with a pen.

I  proceeded out the door

for my walk.

A neighbours work vehicle

displayed the name FORK LIFT

A piece of machinery to lift

huge pieces of equipment.

I smiled and thought to myself.

The Master must have used

that to take my burdens.

The next ah ha moment

a woman on the

other side of the street was

Running to keep up with these

minature mobile rugs on long leaches.

We smiled at the display of  these tea cup

sized puppies running full speed.

She said if she had rollerskates,

they had so much heart

they probably could pull her like a dog sled

I continued on to the playground…..

Briefly had a visit there,

I better start to think

about walking all that way back.

There was motteled grey cat

in the next yard I saw,

Good evening I said to the grey cat….

Who  promptly walked away.

Then it happened

A large orange and white cat

started walking towards me.

It gimped along as I do.

My heart opened with understanding

I sang the HU

This was certainly one of the Mahanta

wild child

He walked with more determination

Coming closer he let me look into to his eyes

As I sang the HU more

I got a surprise

The cosmos, the Universe opened up

And danced with me.

The cat now close enough for me to pet

He turned his head with head.

He purred he rubbed his back by my walker

He could not get enough of this love

He purred so loud, what a talker.

We were having a Soul to Soul visit

He stopped all of sudden

I looked to see

What is it

The owner of the house

drove up in his big red truck

The cat stayed with me

I thought oh what luck

The man smiled and said

George you have a way with the ladies.

I told him thanks for sharing George with me.

He said take him home he is obviously yours

I said I could not do that

I can barely do my chores.

We laughed together and as I turned to go

George was walking with me

I thought oh no

I cant take him home except in my heart

I walked along with him

We did not want to part.

He walked with me now

Past a house or two

He wanted to keep his own home in view.

He had given me love at the end of a long day…

So I know Miss Irma when you speak of love

Of your beloved cat….

Oh, I know, yes I  now  know,

 what you mean by that.

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Dragonfly under the apple tree

It doesn’t happen often

But I could see it coming.

I had been fasting and creative

My heart was humming.

I needed to change the pace

I needed some fresh air

I needed anything

not  to be waiting

inside in  on

beautiful summers day

in my rocking chair.

I went for a walk under the apple tree

I told the Inner Master

I need a hug Zee.

In the next breath

much to my surprise

Came a beautiful dragon-fly

dancing before my eyes.

WahZ its you

It is you ?

Is it not?

How wonderful you came 

In the form of a dragon-fly

To have a visit.

My heart was lighter

I laughed the rest of the day

I am surrounded by beauty

Within and without all along my way.

blue dragon fly


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Grand Mother Pine

Today, it was a beautiful warm

afternoon of a  sunny day.

Had the garden and the house  all to myself.

The family was away.

I was out watering the roses ,

the pansies,  the tomato and the pepper.

When I heard a voice.

It was Grandmother pine….

“Where is mine?”

she said again

“Where is mine?”

I went and had a talk with her.

“Look,  I said,

I am back at work.

I  have my chores

I am an old woman

to be going up and down the stairs 

So many times…

(in case she was not aware)

What is in it for me”

I asked,

meaning no disrespect.

She said  

“Come closer .

Listen.”

I put down the water bucket.

I was very circumspect.

Walked closer,

 bending my ears and face

into her loving branches for her embrace. 

Which put my heart and  my love into my ears.

She answered gently with 

 the Sound of the Wind

singing through this mighty tree.

For me, it was the Sound of the Divine.

I was transported to the Forest 

And the Inner Master…..

the divine Silence of the song of Love

Through Grandmother Pine

(She is indeed a loving friend of mine.)

I took out three buckets full of water

And told her with love

“Oh Grand-Mother pine you are such a winner

I will water you more after my dinner.”

Had I not listened.

Had I not been aware.

My dinner would not have tasted  quite so beautiful

And I

 I would have had one more day

without my tree-hug…

And one less moment with the Master.