Go to the mirroor and look at yourself

when u get what u want in the struggle for self , and the world make u king , or queen for a day , then go to the mirrror and look at urself, and see what that person has to say.. for it isnt your father or mother or wife , whose judgement upon you must pass. the person whose verdict count most in your life, its the person starring u in the glass. hes the person to please ,never mind all the rest., for he's , with u ,clear up to the end and u passed ur most dangerous , difficult test. if the person in the glass is ur friend . you must like "jack hornet' and " chissel a plum", and think u are a wonderful person . but the person in the glass say ur a bum , if you cant look him up straight in the eye.. u can fool the whole world down pathways of years , and get pats on the back as u passed, but ur final rewards will be heartaches and tears.. if you cheated ,the person looking at u, back from the glass.. dale windbrow @1934

The dragonfly.....

have you ever seen the dragon fly how impetuous they can be they flutter over you as if wanting to know you , they come as close as they can be and try to smell your human scent , they don't seem to be afraid they don't seem to be too shy ' all they want is to be friendly ,

as friendly as can be and they come up to your nose as if telling you ,I can smell you I can come and go when it please's me and there's nothing you can do ..

The joy of being a child .....

children always look at its surrounding with wondrous eyes , they see magic in everything they touch , to them the flower in the bush is to be pick and take apart leave by leave and see what makes them be and why the color is .they love the wolly caterpillar as he go along its way minding it's own business with no care of the world he lives in .

they run after the butterfly to see if they can catch her and see what makes her tick .they make mud pies of the earth beneath their feet , their hands at play molding and creating to see their work of art they run and jump to see who jump the highest ,they shout to see who shouts the loudest ,their happy chatter in rhythm with the birds that nest and sing their song because they know the spring is near .. their happy faces bringing joy to their surrounding . their frolicking is like a kiss to all that watch them , and in the afternoon the sun as bright as it can be ..they squint their eyes to look above .to see the clouds and see what they can see and see what they can make of all the clouds floating above .. their shouting saying its a horse , is an angel or a dog ,their innocence as pure as the golden fleece ,their beauty as precious as a diamond is ,their eyes as sparkling as a gurgling brook .their energy as pure as when they were born . it is a children's world ,it is a paradise for those who wish those treasures that abound within each heart but only children know the mysteries from past lay there .. ninia....

The Farewell by Jose Angel Buesa ...

I am saying goodbye , perhaps I love you still ... perhaps I will never forget you ,but I will say goodbye . I don't know if you ever love me, I don't know if I ever love you , perhaps we have love each other too much ... your smile still sleeps in my embrace . my hearts stills tells me I will never forget you. being alone tells me I have lost you already . perhaps I am starting to love you like I have never done I say goodbye but perhaps with these goodbye my most beautiful dream will die inside of me but I will say goodbye for all eternity ..although through all eternity I will keep loving you

the flowers

From Child's Garden of Verses All the names I know from nurse: Gardener's garters, Shepherd's purse, Bachelor's buttons, Lady's smock, And the Lady Hollyhock. Fairy places, fairy things, Fairy woods where the wild bee wings, Tiny trees for tiny dames-- These must all be fairy names! Tiny woods below whose boughs Shady fairies weave a house; Tiny tree-tops, rose or thyme, Where the braver fairies climb! Fair are grown-up people's trees, But the fairest woods are these; Where, if I were not so tall, I should live for good and all. Robert Louis Stevenson

excerpt from a po

em by william blake To see a world in a grain of sand And a Heaven in a wild flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour. william blake

The law of the jungle .....

The Law of the Jungle (From The Jungle Book) by rudyard kipling

Now this is the Law of the Jungle -- as old and as true as the sky; And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die. As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back -- For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack. Wash daily from nose-tip to tail-tip; drink deeply, but never too deep; And remember the night is for hunting, and forget not the day is for sleep. The Jackal may follow the Tiger, but, Cub, when thy whiskers are grown, Remember the Wolf is a Hunter -- go forth and get food of thine own. Keep peace withe Lords of the Jungle -- the Tiger, the Panther, and Bear. And trouble not Hathi the Silent, and mock not the Boar in his lair. When Pack meets with Pack in the Jungle, and neither will go from the trail, Lie down till the leaders have spoken -- it may be fair words shall prevail. When ye fight with a Wolf of the Pack, ye must fight him alone and afar, Lest others take part in the quarrel, and the Pack be diminished by war. The Lair of the Wolf is his refuge, and where he has made him his home, Not even the Head Wolf may enter, not even the Council may come. The Lair of the Wolf is his refuge, but where he has digged it too plain, The Council shall send him a message, and so he shall change it again. If ye kill before midnight, be silent, and wake not the woods with your bay, Lest ye frighten the deer from the crop, and your brothers go empty away. Ye may kill for yourselves, and your mates, and your cubs as they need, and ye can; But kill not for pleasure of killing, and seven times never kill Man! If ye plunder his Kill from a weaker, devour not all in thy pride; Pack-Right is the right of the meanest; so leave him the head and the hide. The Kill of the Pack is the meat of the Pack. Ye must eat where it lies; And no one may carry away of that meat to his lair, or he dies. The Kill of the Wolf is the meat of the Wolf. He may do what he will; But, till he has given permission, the Pack may not eat of that Kill. Cub-Right is the right of the Yearling. From all of his Pack he may claim Full-gorge when the killer has eaten; and none may refuse him the same. Lair-Right is the right of the Mother. From all of her year she may claim One haunch of each kill for her litter, and none may deny her the same. Cave-Right is the right of the Father -- to hunt by himself for his own: He is freed of all calls to the Pack; he is judged by the Council alone. Because of his age and his cunning, because of his gripe and his paw, In all that the Law leaveth open, the word of your Head Wolf is Law. Now these are the Laws of the Jungle, and many and mighty are they; But the head and the hoof of the Law and the haunch and the hump is -- Obey!

Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

a free bird leaps on the back of the sind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom. The free bird thinks of another breeze and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn and he names the sky his own. But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom.”

Happiness lies in understanding that we are not a mortal body, but an immortal soul – that is never born, which never dies. Therefore, do not confine your identity to the boundaries defined by the body, let your spirit soar into the infinite beyond, in union with the Creator.

My garden .....

my garden .... every once in a while we wish for something that makes us happy .. I wish for a garden with roses but roses where hard for me to grow , I was never succssesful with roses .they either die or maybe it was the soil that was not agreeable to them , so I decided to plant a garden with hibiscus . so I cemented part of the garden and I left enough dirt around the cement to make my garden ..around the dirt I put some ornamental gravel , stepping stones and planted my hibiscus , then I fence my garden with a picket fence ... you see is not in what you plant is in the love you put on what you are doing ...It doesn't matter what you plant is the love that you put in what you do .. one does not have to choose , all one have to do is be in the moment figure out what truly makes us happy and then go for it . would I had planted the roses probably they would had done fine , just like the hibiscus , the doubt was within my heart as I had failed once before with roses ,the doubt was implanted within me .. my hibiscus garden turn just fine every year I enjoy the beauty of the flowers in all vibrant colors , I would sit in a chair in my garden and revel at the beauty of my garden , my fulfill heart over joy with love ....

Happy mothers day ....

happy mothers day to all ..... you ask of us that the message should be of our own design, of our own doing you don't want to ask us what we should talk about , very well today is a day of celebration for you .. mothers day ..then why don't we speak about mothers , the mother of all . the one that have always been there for you . with no reproaches , no demand , no questions ask , no defiance , no punishment , giving all she have , and all that she is . a wonderful mother if we should say so , don't you think? ...Mother Gaia ..... the proper thing to do is go and celebrate her day with her , go feel her warmth and her coldness , her love , embrace her and tell her how much you love her ..is never too late to ask her forgiveness for the way you have treated her . go out there and touch her every fiber of life , feel the breeze on your cheeks breathe her scent , let the wind caress your face , speak to the trees , enjoy the scent of her flowers , and the birds singing a tune for every ones pleasure .. touch the earth and a feel the dirt in your hands and know that every granule of dirt is alive as she is alive ... be happy and content , is a day of celebration , a grand day where no mother should be forgotten for they are the ones who bring life to all .. she bring forth that which replenish the earth and makes it grow , she nurtures her off springs and see them mature them place them out there without fear of the danger that will come their way . trusting they will be ok ... like your mothers have trusted you , Mother Gaia trust the children of the womb , you are the children who came forth from the womb the warmth place you so dearly embrace . then you came to embrace the mother who for all her life have embrace all with the fiber of her life you are all part of the fiber of her life , you are the ones who have made her what she is , if she suffered you suffered with her , if she cries you had cried with her . the joys of her days are joys of your days . the wounds on her surface are parts of your wounds .she is there so that you can live in peace and harmony .. then my beloved children why is she any less or be forgotten she is the mother who through trial and tribulation had never stop to look at you and forgotten the days of your life she deserves just as much respect as the mother who brought forth that which make the world go round , as you are the ones who make this world what it is ... mothers , as woman , because they are the woman who have suffered through labor to bring forth every living human in this planet deserve to be look at with honor , with the outmost respect , treated with dignity like the flowers they are, delicate and fragile , yet strong as steel soft and cuddly to give you the love you so much need ... they have brought you into the world so you could bloom like the a bird of paradise that you all are ... yes my children go out there give the proper respect that Mother Gaia, as well as your mothers deserve , never forget that they are both of the same gender beautiful and full of life , let their splendor shine let their day be festive honor them take care of them give them the place they deserve , they deserve no less than the best .if you neglect to do that then you are neglecting what you are a child of the universe , no more no less ......Namaste , Serendipity , Multiplicity ... Happy mothers day to two beautiful mothers .......

Tthe wooly caterpillar......

the wooly catepillars how many of you pay attention of what is happening to mother nature , I walk outside twice a day amongst mother nature and one of the thing I have notice is the wooly caterpillars , they are out by the hundredth were I live , and it makes me wonder if next winter is going to be a better winter than this past winter, this year they are not as wooly as they usually are . from what I have heard the climate will take a change for the better , mother nature is changing along with humanity . sweet mother of God is looking after us .we have had enough disaster it is time we start looking to the better side of life there is so much beauty in our planet we need to take care of it , take better care of what have been left to all ,the beauty is all in our hearts and how we look at all . there is splendor in all .. if we only stop for a minute and see things in a different perspective we will see our world and its beauty revealing itself to us ... go within is were loves reside ...

Love , a four letter word ....

Love , a four letter word , which to many don't signify a thing , to other is a treasure .. yet we all say I love you . love who or whom , or is the word love something so insignificant that has no value whatsoever in your dear hearts or vocabulary. when you say you love , either love or don't say it , love is not something one can discard so easily , which brings me to the word Illegal .. ugly word . who is Illegal those whom we say cross borders or enter the USA without a visa .. but aren't we all Illegals because unless you are indigenous to the USA , then you are Illegal too .. so please , mind your manners when you call someone an Illegal ....and have a little love for those whom you think are either lesser or darker skins , or don't look like you or your white skin seems different than others ......or came here to USA looking for a better life , didn't we all once upon a time came here in the same manner those you call Illegals are doing now ? , please search your history .. and find out and dont trow stones over a glass house it can hit you right on the head .....love light and blessings ..

FOR THE LOVE OF GAIA .....

how can we speak to you about the beauty of the earth , when you have no appreciation of what beauty is . beauty is love , love is beauty ,do you understand .. for there to be one the other must exist . one without the other cannot exist , and to understand either one , one must love ... if there was love for the earth you would not pillage it like you have done , or destroy it like is being destroy ... do you see what I mean !, is there appreciation for the forest ? , do you see the beauty of the forest ?...can you tell me about the sea and what you have done with them ... I ask the question , you give me the answerds , is not easy is it ?... I understand !.... so let me explain something to you which maybe not many know about it....humanity needs its forest ,as well as the sea , oxygen its needed for your survival and both the sea and the forest are needed for your oxygen how else are you going to live in a planet without oxygen ..your planet is one of the most beautiful planet there is but the negligence of men have brought your planet to nearly extinction ...

Dream a little dream ......

the garden how many of you dream of ever having a beautiful garden , a garden were you can sit during the afternoons and savor the beauty of the roses , the plants , and all the flowers that grow in your garden .... I have ! . maybe our most beautiful garden is mother nature , but one always wish for that favorite place where one can sit and dream of butterflies and dragon flies , where the sun bathe you in the afternoon with the summer breeze and one can hear the crikets chirping , the birds singing , and the humming bird feeding the nectar of the flowers ...Is only a dream but one can dream with a garden as others might dream of their favorite things, and what is a dream if not beautiful thought that comes from within our hearts , that my friends is love !! ....

Remembering the old days.....

something strange but sad happen today , I was planning to write about my childhood friends and the fun we had when we played with paper dolls .. most of the paper doll where actreses of the 30th and 40th ..one of the names that came to mind were Irene Dunne , Marjorie Lord and Deanna Durbin .. as I was looking for information in the Internet I came across a video and some information that deanna durbin had die today , at the age of 91 , very sad for those of us who grew up playing with their paper dolls look alike , she brought many happy days to the life of many kids who played with their dolls ... my condolecense to her family . there is time for everything in our life , a time to mourn and a time to cry , a time to be happy and a time to remember , yes I remember those happy day , chilhood days when everything was rosy and beautiful .. many beautiful tomorrows , when in reality only the moment exist.....thanks deanna for the wonderfull memories .....

THOSE GOOD OLD DAYS ....

one of the things I dearly remember is my paternal grandmother , when my grandfather die I was too young or maybe I had not been born yet , they live in the country and own some acreage of land , across the street the river meander , huge rocks lay like boulders and one could see how the water bubble down as clear and crystalline as a diamond ... there many people went to wash their clothing using the rocks as washing board , today we think about all the conveniences the world have to offered , but at what sacrifices while our parents did their washing us kids took the opportunity to play in the river and have some fun , after the chore was done we went home and we headed to the sugar cane fields to eat and savor the sweetness of the cane or else we went to pick the mangoes that lay on the ground from the rain storm of the night before . who said those ancient days were hard , there was not much and we live day by day , but they were healthy and enjoyable days , kids were safe , food was edible , fresh and free of pesticide ... kids were free to run as they please , go were they wanted to go without the inconvinience of some one looking after them , neighbors trusted neighbors , strangers were welcome , the doors remain open to the fresh air , and although there were no fancy chair in the patio to sit ,there was no lack of benches , and the hard ground was always there to lay your aching body for a spell .. those were the days my friend , we wish they never ended .....my everlasting memories ....

life is what you make of it ....

life is what you make of it .only you can bring happiness to yourself , one should not depend on others to make one happy .. life will only give you what you give back to life , every word , every thought , every grain of salt , sugar or spice that you give to life she will give back to you , anything you say will go to the ethereal realms to space and will reverberate back to you not once , not twice but in many ways , what you give is what you get ... the universe have laws and they should be respected , as above so below .... do yourself a favor and be kind to others as you would like others to be kind to you....

May your days bring sunshine to your eyes ....

may your days bring sunshine to your eyes , may the flowers bring their scent for all to smell , may you love those who are in need of love and may you see the beauty in this world . we are such lucky people . the saying goes , like this , we dont know what we have until we loose it .. our world right now is in such distress everyone is fighting for rights , , talk is necesary for those wrongs to become right.. fighting , war discord , negligence in part of those who dont want to listen is no way out for what aills humanity ... lest listen a little closer to our neighbors our friends , our children and make this world a better place for you and me .....

Can we all love each other ......

how easy life could be if we all loved each other , if we didnt see peoples faults or hatred towards others , if we could see we are all perfect and the mistakes we make through life are only lessons we all must learn .. there is beauty in each and every one of us , but the eye only see that which is inperfect In humanity , there are reasons for what happen in ones life those reason are part of a path that each and everyone of us must fallow , the path must be found ,along the way . one finds many obstaces it is those obstacles that have to be clear out so one can find the best way to get to ones destination . do not blame or judge those whom you think are less than you or inperfect in their desisions .. help them we are all here to help each other , life can be more beautiful if we all cooperate with one another , rather than place fault were help is needed ......