Nobody told me
that nobody but me is
in charge of my happiness.
No matter how uncomfortable
some days are,
I realize that I chose them.
I’m having a great day,
or a greater day.
The prospects are endless.
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Nobody told me
that nobody but me is
in charge of my happiness.
No matter how uncomfortable
some days are,
I realize that I chose them.
I’m having a great day,
or a greater day.
The prospects are endless.
All you need is love.
Maybe a veggie burrito, too.
Oh, and some wi-fi. *
I pray for peace, *
and for calm.
She remains the answer.
to my prayers.
Oh for young love again, *
when I so needed.
the lessons of old age.
The simplest meal,
when it is prepared with love, *
becomes a work of art.
We must have loved before,
in another time, place, existence.
How else explain it? *
Two connected adjustable beds,
two remotes, one body pillow,
a cuddly cat. One love. *
Whenever you have only
a little, I have enough love
for both of us.
I sometimes wish friends joy,
or peace, or hope.
I always wish them Love. *
If everyone in the world
had our love,
there would be no more wars.
When I open my heart
to you, I also open my ears.
Please, continue.
My best friend, my caring angel,
my long patient wife.
My true love indeed. *
Who we are isn’t about
who loves us, rather
who we serve through love.
I take just one look
at my love and I immediately
step into happiness *
Even when I no longer have
many teeth, she’ll still
make me smile broadly. *
When I have only one more
smile remaining, it will be *
just for you.
Silently bless everyone you
meet. Bless them with love.
See how your day improves.
Love everyone, but keep
some at a distance. Keep
a few others really close.
When you find someone to love,
whom loving brings you joy,
find yourself full. *
The reason I love my friends
is a simple one:
they bring me joy.
The secret to long lasting love,
according to BarbPai, is quite
simple: separate bathrooms. *
Say I love you now.
Don’t wait for the funeral.
Now’s when there’s need. *
Do not ask why someone
else cares for you. Just let
the love in.
Just as important as sweet
words of love is the
occasional glazed jelly doughnut.
Even when the clouds weep,
or the earth cries out in pain,
it is possible
to love throughout the day,
to find calm midst the suffering.
My heart knows the way.
I plan to follow it.
What else can I but do?
Oh, it's been broken
into pieces more than once,
by sadness, anger, regrets,
but it always finds
a means of healing,
a map to sharing,
a path to kindness,
a route to compassion.
My heart wants to love.
I plan to follow it.
It is possible
to smother anger and hate,
to cover them with
charity, tenderness, benevolence.
It is possible
to practice radical humility,
to notice what is convenient for us
is inconvenient for others.
It is possible
to slow down,
walk more slowly on the earth,
be healing and strong,
rejoice in the day.
It took awhile, but
I have learned
to go slow, observe.
Quite Zen.
But then, , I’m also
quite old.
Backyard, Front Yard
Our infrequent rain
has come and gone,
moving east to endanger
the good folks at rest,
family we know,
friends I’ve never met,
as it becomes mud,
in some places snow,
even as it leaves behind
our newly clean back patio,
the driveway sparkling too,
somewhat ironically,
as tomorrow it gets taken,
so that a new one
might be installed.
This all feels like
a life in process.
Even when the clouds weep,
or the earth cries out in pain,
it is possible
to love throughout the day,
to find calm midst the suffering.
My heart knows the way.
I plan to follow it.
What else can I but do?
Oh, it's been broken
into pieces more than once,
by sadness, anger, regrets,
but it always finds
a means of healing,
a map to sharing,
a path to kindness,
a route to compassion.
My heart wants to love.
I plan to follow it.
It is possible
to smother anger and hate,
to cover them with
charity, tenderness, benevolence.
It is possible
to practice radical humility,
to notice what is convenient for us
is inconvenient for others.
It is possible
to slow down,
walk more slowly on the earth,
be healing and strong,
rejoice in the day.
It took awhile, but
I have learned
to go slow, observe.
Quite Zen.
But then, , I’m also
quite old.