Buddha in the Park

May all beings be peaceful

May all beings be safe

May all beings be healthy

May all beings live with ease.

Ok and everything.

We start today.

I. You. We.

Together.

May all beings be peaceful

May all beings be safe

May all beings be healthy

May all beings live with ease.

I. You. We.

Together.

We start today.

May all beings be peaceful

May all beings be safe

May all beings be healthy

May all beings live with ease.

I. You. We.

Together.

We start today.

May all beings be peaceful

May all beings be safe

May all beings be healthy

May all beings live with ease.

I. You. We.

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Together.

Kinglets

Ruby and golden crowned.

I can’t explain it and I can.

The tenderness I feel

for them

and all of spring.

I hold dear

And want to protect.

Henry’s girlfriend.

Max’s smile.

The tenderness I feel.

I can’t explain it and I can.

This late late spring.

I hold so dear.

More dear to know. It is almost here.

So late. But promising.

The tenderness I feel.

So blessed to watch the kinglets.

So blessed to know.

This tenderness I feel.

:)

I just wanted to take this moment, on Saturday evening, while home, and not out socializing, or at a party, or any such thing, to say.

I love the smiley emoticon. I use it often. A lot even. All the time maybe.

You know. I get it. Not everyone likes, or respects my friend, πŸ™‚

Also, I understand. As a “writer” I should be able to express “:)” with words and not with actually the invocation of “:)”. (I do not know where to place my period. I’m pretty sure it goes inside the quotation marks, but then it would mess with my smiley, like a mole or something, so I put it on the outside, because I was all done with the sentence and wanted to let you know.)

Let’s be straight here. Β I’m the same with “!”. (Ugh with the quotes and the period!)

I want you to know, to really know both my enthusiasm and warmth – such that I employ both ! and πŸ™‚

Really. I’m sure my editor would say I use both more than I should. For heaven’s sake Anne your writing stands on its own without all this πŸ™‚ !. (Again with the strange period placement!)

And yet. I do not heed.

Because.

When I saw Victor Borge in concert in the late ’70’s I cried, and laughed and rolled on the floor and was sore the next three days from splitting my sides.

There was a man who knew how to exclaim! Who knew how to punctuate πŸ™‚

If he were alive today, I know he would love my frequent :)’s. Β πŸ˜€

Water Water Everywhere

The rains came a tumbling down.

If you’re a painter, or a photographer, or even if you’re not, you would notice the color of the sky. How it changes and warns, and preens.

I’m going to rain it says. I’m going to rain so hard that you will not escape. No matter who you are. I will touch you. In anyway I can. With my scent. My force. My drumming. With my mood. I will touch you.

In fact.

It rained so hard that it came indoors. Maybe for you. From above. Or for me. From below.

Depending on the pitch of your house. It came a rainin’.

I am the rain. It said.Β And there is nothing you can do to stop me.

Honest to goodness. We learn on days like these.

That there is no control.

No need of trying.

Only to know.

There is a greater power.

Whether it is the Rain.

Or Whomever. Or Whatever. That you believe as God.

There is a greater power.