I was a seeker of the mystery
Not exactly knowing what or where it could be found
Seeking, a great amusement
Taking me on grand adventures
Flamenco dancing in Parc Güell in Barcelona
A bottle of exquisite wine with lunch while viewing the sea from the hilltop in Éze
Hash cookies before entering the Amsterdam Zoo and wanting to dance with the Gorilla
Listening to whales cry in the dead of night on the Big Island of Hawaii
Walking Blackie’s Pasture in Tiberon with Frisco while learning The Four Agreements
Just to mention a few
But, I was no closer to the mystery
There is a coffee house in my little town
I was waiting there for him
I saw doves and ravens in his eyes
A snow leopard in his smile
His voice had a timbre that filled me with colour
Oh, how I wanted to know him
Everything there is to know
His words reach deep inside my mind and stimulate epiphany
His essential knowing and his gentle interpretations of what I need
And now I sit here longing to feel his touch
And hope it’s soon
No more concern about a mystery
Or where it might be found
Simply sitting here singing love songs and writing poems
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HUGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
Living up to your name is always good, Mary.
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If you have found a man, "A snow leopard in his smile" you have found a mystery indeed. I can hear you purring from here ; )
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A foxglove [flower] derives its name from
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'Little Folks- Glove'
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The florets are worn by faeries, sometimes
as little garden Faeries with pretty flower hats
The Mystery goes on and on . . . It's Digitalis
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Foxglove contains Digitalis . . . Heart Stimulate
It's a source of wild (darn good) fun excitement
A swift fire spreads through her veins and heart
Life - Knocks at the door tablets of human hearts
Listen . . .
I'll ask a redneck in PA if You'd be a image in barn
Maybe Kim Gamble etc., can sketch you in mood
Mood - nude
P.S.
This is not an impure thought. You be drawn.
You could be painted on red barn. Romantic.
When I read some blogger/commenter. Loco.
Good
Loco
Oho
Wraps around you.
There is no ‘what’ or ‘where found’ except in Lila,
the lovely dance of the self-conscious cosmos
pretending to forget, then realizing…………
“Hash cookies before entering the Amsterdam Zoo
and wanting to dance with the Gorilla”
hash the way in, to an anteroom of the mighty mystery, always with the caveat,
it will fade as you return to unskilled reality.
Whales and gorillas best met at local coffee houses.
Words in a good enclosed space, if delivered right, will
take you out to sea. To where the dolphins imagine they are
whales, or vice versa & whatnot & who knows…….
Sit, wait for the touch.
The words are his dowry.
I ask clay ball for one light.
Clay Ball has a Mystique.
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Today was wild communion.
Folks spoke of death/Life.
Light/Darkness . . . burials.
We pondered immortality.
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the linguist asking
to be buried holding
`Rogets' Thesaurus'
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ho Robert H. Deluty
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informing students
their ignorance evokes
utterly no bliss
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~R~
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Ken Kesey
Ken knew a thing or two about that gardening. So do you.
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You are reaching into real serious stuff that I feel so very good about.
Thank you. Rated with the best of you.