Quote Inspired

Words, perfectly strung together by others… and what they inspire

Jul 042011
 

“I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.”

~ Vincent van Gogh

Short sharp strokes of pigment and sweat

Create the scene before you

Yet

It’s different.

Sparks and electricity

Chemical and energetic eccentricity

Imbue you with vision peculiarly

Unique to your wondrous mind

And time.

Brilliance

Madness

Illness

Sadness

So many possible impetuses

Behind the canvases

Of

Vincent the Sublime

*Prompted by Tess Kincaid at Magpie Tales

Jul 032011
 

“Tell me, what else should I have done?

Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?

Tell me, what is it you plan to do

with your one wild and precious life?”

~ excerpted from”The Summer Day

by Mary Oliver

I will not falter,

Crater or fail.

I have big plans

I AM not frail.

I shall prevail.

~

I plan

To live big, know my mind, speak my truth

Love beyond limit

Be both proper and uncouth

I plan

To embrace opportunity, chance

Create family, joy, romance

I plan to live long, or perhaps, to live short

Really ~ who knows?

But regardless

I plan


To embrace,

Knowing

I chose

This

Way

This wild and precious wonder.

No regrets

Jun 272011
 

In the garden I AM reminded

My role is to love

My charge ~ to accept

When I embrace my divinity, I recognize my humanity.

In my humanity, I recognize yours

Francis was right…

Console ~ Understand ~ Love ~ Give ~ Forgive

Then move on

Move up

Toward Light

Lightness

Enlightenment

As it was alway meant

To Be

I AM currently reading The Reluctant Saint  ω The Life of Francis of Assisi by Donald Spoto. It is, indeed, enlightening.

Make me a channel of your peace. Where there is hatred let me bring Your Love. Where there is injury, your pardon, Lord. Where there is doubt true faith in you. Oh, Master, grant that I may never seek so much to be consoled as to console, to be understood as to understand, to be loved as to love with all my heart…

May 082011
 

 

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In a morn, by break of day

I spied the flighty, sweet sashay

~ The Lepidoptera ballet ~

Full swing in my back garden.

~

Blossoms, few, held stronger sway

Enticing troupes forth, straightaway

To plunder, rush, invade, foray

Full swing in my back garden.

~

If I removed to cut bouquet

The flowers near the cool breezeway

Then nature’s dance I would betray

Full swing in my back garden.

~

So I shall simply stay and spy

As miller, moth and butterfly try

To sup-up nectar like a parched barfly

Cavorting in my back garden.

*inspired by Phillida and Coridon by Nicholas Breton
via Carry On Tuesday

May 022011
 

Let’s

Act

Out.

Come along

Play with me

Take my hand

You will see

The wonders that were meant to be

Enjoyed between a he, a she.

I  promise.

You won’t regret it.

 

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players
~William Shakespeare