just a little dream to dream.
like the little boy does, with his little toy boat, in the little bathroom sink, making little water splashes, among little rubber fishes, under the soft ceiling light.
just a little dream to dream.
we can sail weekend boats, and cruise blue waters, trail white sea foam, pass silver fishes swimming, and soak the golden sun above.
with just a little dream to dream.
the earthly being, bearing wings fluttering softly to touch the sky
the virgin soul, of an erudite mind bountiful with wisdom
the sapphire heart, passing blood warm and fluid to her limbs
the harvesting hands, picking love from her giving love
the quiet female, not so quiet inside.
a birthday gift to a virgo
throw the tooth
behind the sun,
far, far behind the sun,
and ask for a gazelle’s tooth in place of the donkey’s tooth,
behind the sun,
far, far behind the sun,
my Son.
Based on regional folklore, children are told to throw their milk teeth (traditionally nicknamed donkey teeth) behind the sun, and ask the sun to give permanent teeth (traditionally nicknamed gazelle’s teeth) in their place.
Rain. That’s alright.
Rays ripping through your thick clouds today. For a clear sky tomorrow.
And the sun will be seen.
From the deep midnight blue, would you shine upon us tonight?
From the deep midnight blue, would you delight us tonight?
From the deep midnight blue, would you bless us tonight?
Nature’s glorious act of globalization, we await tonight;
From all four corners of the earth, we await tonight;
To celebrate in silent unity, we await tonight.
When the moon shines upon us tonight.
The queen had a ball tonight.
She wore her white gown. She wore her five rings.
The blue sapphire ring for all the seas of the world. The yellow topaz ring for all the kindling hearts in the world. The black onyx ring for all the treasures in the world. The green emerald ring for all the trees in the world. And a red ruby ring for the sun that shines on all the people in the world.
And we were all invited.
Have an Olympic spirited weekend.
Yet again, we cross a bridge from one passing week to the next. And yet again, we find ourselves tempted to rush to the end of a bridge. But why the hurry?
How about we stroll across the bridge. And watch the sun rise and set. And see the moon appear and disappear. And witness light melt into darkness, and darkness overcome by light – and back again.
How about we go by the gentle pace of nature – just for today and tomorrow.
Have an easy weekend.
A sliver of the moon breaks through the midnight blue. It is seen in all four corners of the earth.
Nature’s glorious act of globalization. Naturally understood, naturally accepted, and naturally practiced. It blesses us all.
Yet, we men remain struggling with our notions of globalization. And so we fail to understand, we fail to accept, and we fail to practice. It hurts us all.
One coin in the wallet. Lingers inside the dark pocket. Rolls to one side and back to the other. And stays inside, idle.
One coin dropped into the piggy bank. Clinks and chinks against others. Travels miles, travels a mile. Crosses borders, crosses the street.
To save a man. To save an animal. To save a tree.
Don’t save the coin.
To the rhythmic pattering of raindrops on your rooftop. To the melodic chirping of birds outside your window. To the soothing brushing of the breeze against your garden trees.
To the soothing music that rises when we subside our maddening clattering.
Have a relaxing weekend.
Life Demiraged 