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Surround yourself with beauty

February 17, 2021beauty, Life, philosophy, poem, Poetrybeauty, Life, philosophy, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

Surround yourself with beauty
Look at what you own
Is it beautiful or loved?
Does it give you pleasure?
Does it embody a memory?
Keep it
Possessions need to work for you
Need to lift you
Need to remind you who you are
Designer labels? Latest high tech? Do you need to follow the herd?
I sit in a room with books I love and want
With photos of those I love
With objects and art that say something to me
All bought on a shoestring
Possessions do not define me, they cannot say who I am
My poetry attempts that
But my possessions comfort me

my attempt to surround myself in beauty.

Heart’s desire

December 30, 2020Life, philosophy, poem, Poetryhearts desire, Life, philosophy, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

To find your heart’s desire first remove the dust from your eyes
Then rinse the pain from your heart and the worries from your mind
Ignore the chain of possessions and relationships that bind you
Look deep into your soul: What is your heart’s true and only desire?
Now, does it amaze you? Does it appall you?
Or did you not find one?

Inspired by Leonard Durso https://leonarddurso.com/2016/06/10/the-hearts-desire/

Sparkle

December 5, 2020art, Life, philosophy, poem, PoetryLife, philosophy, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

Maybe we are not players on a stage
But in an orchestra
Each with a part to play
Integral to the whole
They tell us to aim high
Lead role, boss, the one and only
First violin
But so many of us thrive without the spotlight
The pedestal
What is a orchestra without a third row?
Empty.

Truth like glass

May 20, 2020Life, philosophy, poem, Poetryphilosophy, poem, poetry, truthThe Cheesesellers Wife

In Inspiration’s furnace
Poets work and strive
To create a Truth like glass
Clear, transforming
A window to other.

Tempered

May 9, 2020Life, poem, Poetrychange, lockdown, philosophy, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

We have stopped and time
stretches, strains at the leash
pulling us back to where we left off

Look at the illusions we had
lay them bare, strip them of potency
think rather than fear

Do you really need to rush back
or can you move on
tempered, like steel?

Brief bloom

April 30, 2020astronomy, Life, philosophy, poem, Poetry, speculative poetryastronomy, Life, philosophy, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

We are a brief bloom
On the fragile skin
Of a molten body
Encircling a massive furnace

We are a blossoming of sentience
With encrusted technologies
Craving wonder, hoping for company
Seeking knowledge and excitement

We truly are stardust
Our bodies built from atoms
Forged in successive stellar explosions
We crave the glories of the Universe

We are Human

How to change

April 25, 2020philosophy, poem, Poetrychange, Grief, happiness, philosophy, poem, poetryThe Cheesesellers Wife

Find several boxes of various sizes
place them on the floor
cast sorrows into the smallest
make a grand throw of these
watch as the box splits, is soaked through with
shed and unshed tears
watch the resulting river
flow under the door
and out into the hallway

Look at the largest box, bring it into your arms
tender loving arms
hold it tight, not caring about the squashing
rumpling, loss of hull integrity
that is the box of happiness

Now fill it

The Need to Escape (La necesidad de evasión)

April 6, 2020philosophyAntoine de Saint-Exupéry, lockdown, philosophy, quoteThe Cheesesellers Wife

Read, reflect, enjoy:

Waterblogged

The Quote of the Week / La cita de la semana:

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (1900-1944)

There is a cheap literature that speaks to us of the need of escape. It is true that when we travel we are in search of distance. But distance is not to be found. It melts away. And escape has never led anywhere. The moment a man finds that he must play the races, go the Arctic, or make war in order to feel himself alive, that man has begun to spin the strands that bind him to other men and to the world. But what wretched strands! A civilisation that is really strong fills man to the brim, though he never stir. What are we worth when motionless, is the question.

Hay una mala literatura que nos ha hablado de la necesidad de evasión. Por supuesto, uno emprende viaje en busca de extensión; pero…

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