Lily

             One lone lily pad
       Floating
   Waiting
Hoping
         Tendrilled roots extending
Expecting
     Exhibiting
             Exciting
The possibilities
       "Come, sit, rest a while,"
    Accepting
Respecting

This is why I love the English language

Pronunciation Poem

(best if read outloud)

I take it you already know
of tough and bough and cough and dough?
Others may stumble, but not you,
on hiccough, thorough, laugh and through.

Well done! And now you wish, perhaps,
to learn of less familiar traps?
Beware of heard, a dreadful word,
that looks like beard and sounds like bird.

And dead -- it's said like bed not bead
--and for goodness' sake don't call it deed!
Watch out for meat and great and threat
(They rhyme with suite and straight and debt)

A moth is not the moth in mother,
nor both in bother, broth in brother.
And here is not a match for there,
nor dear and fear for bear and pear.

And then there's dose and rose and lose
--just look them up -- and goose and choose,
and cork and work and card and ward,
and font and front and word and sword,

and do and go and thwart and cart
--come, come I've hardly made a start.
A dreadful language? Man alive.
I'd mastered it when I was five.

- Unknown -

Whoa! The Evolution of Life?

watch this:


MUTO a wall-painted animation by BLU from blu on Vimeo.

from:
http://soulpancake.com/

Oh, Say can you see?

Oh say can you see?

What do those words really mean?

Are we the tyrants the whole world

Makes us out to be?

What of purple mountains,

and amber grains that wave?

Are those symbols all fading away?

I've seen the shores

From sea to shining sea.

There's no other place

I'd rather be.

I want this one read at my funeral (a long, long time from now!)

I carry your heart with me

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in

my heart) I am never without it (anywhere

I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done

by only me is your doing, my darling)

I fear

no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want

no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

- Edward Estling Cummings

And if not, at least I still have Hope

Hope is the Thing With Feathers


Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune–without the words,
And never stops-at all,


And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.


I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.


— by Emily Dickinson

So maybe I'll wake up and it'll all be over?

A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow-

You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone?

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand-

How few! yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep- while I weep!

O God! can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?

- Edgar Allan Poe