“Life is a Dream—Realize It” by Mother Teresa
Abstracts we are and Abstracts we are not. Even when we are rich or poor, sick or well, big or small; and beings of, magic and language and math and music and poetry and art and motions-in-time and rhythm or rhyme or; kings and queens, or servants or slaves—we; with fingers crossed, are all abstractions at the gates of New Worlds just waiting to be discovered.
Are we really ‘things’ removed from nature? By this removal do we become, aggravating abstracts of potential products of loss and of gain? However; we are, information that is and maybe changed thru whimsy and by chance. So! Line them up and roll those dice again.
Morning is sweet and time is early. Lizbeth and I move along these sidewalks toward trees placed; so long ago and, spaced above lawns now green and wonderfully mowed…Lizbeth is a fine friend; complete with four feet, with beautiful fur and great purpose. Stop and listen; short paces, move again then stop and listen and watch many motions and notions of early morning birds and small beasts with four legs and fur and purpose. “Tis good this time—“Tis good this twine-rewind.
“May you hear every song in the forest…And! If ever you lose your own way…Hear my voice like a breeze whisper soft through the leaves, may you stay in the arms of the Angels…” from Lullaby for a Soldier by Dillion O’Brian…
And! Beautiful you are…
‘Time of the Season’ by Rod Argent/performed by Haley Reinhart