You saw the yellow butterfly, didn't you?(c) Singleton 2008
"I've never noticed them before"
you said....
Sunday walking,
drenched in daybeers
looking at your feet,
stumbling on your words,
counting cracks that might
break your Mother's back.....
"They're everywhere"
you whispered....
on borrowed minutes,
sneak peeking backwards,
crawling in between
the sheets of
then,
long arms and
legs
stretching
reaching
"Peace~love"
we babbled
simultaneously
knocking the words right
out of each other
over each other
before hanging
up
a lifetime later....
And I knew....
you knew.....
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Day beers really are different than night beers, aren't they?
Without the music, the dancing,,,I always thought them kind of sad beers.
That is one gorgeous peace symbol Girl!
Babs....
You are so intuitive....it's almost eery...
those day beers were heartwrenching....
but we had many
that were
a day at the fair....
And so we were blessed....
Funny about this peace symbol....
Skinny posted it first and I
was drawn to it,
familiar but couldn't place my finger on it....
Knew somehow it came from my crayons,
my soul....
but couldn't remember drawing it....
thought, maybe Skinny had clipped it from another drawing, a tiny part of something bigger....
and she laughed and said
i sent it to her....
Just sent it to her....
so i plundered through the stack
of colors piled on the desk
and said
No, no, no.....
It's not here,
I don't remember drawing it....
And then...
of course it was.....
here,
in my hands,
and
I knew.....
Peace~love sweet friend
This is so so so so beautiful my friend,
The painting resonates deeply in my soul...
And your words...
Let me just say....
That on a night like today...
When Its 7pm and I've been here since 6 in the mornin...
And im busy checkin potassiums
and the size of peoples pupils
and listenin to muffled heartbeats
through borrowed ears...
Its then...
when your words
resound
within me the most
Give me peace
Help me exhale
Take me flyin
just for one sparkling moment
with the yellow butterflies,
I love you,
M
Freedom peace flutterby how !! adore this sandy
Oh Maithri.....
Sweet friend....
Wishing you peace
peeking from a blue window....
through laughter trinklin' down a hallway....
faceless and nameless,
but sudden windchimes in the stillness.....
in the first breath
of outside air...
free....
and delicious....
Sending you
the butterfly,
my friend....
Ibeati....
She flutters....
dances....
fleeting moments
we have to chase...
and
cherish....
Peace~love my friends
Lol...you are my hippie sister! Dad-gum hippie chic forgettin' what she's done! Lol!
The yellow butterfly, the peace sign, the things that represent our yesterdays, todays and tomorrows... flighty, fleeting moments of peace.
skinny....LOL! "Fugue..." Isn't that what they call it? ILYSVVM! And yes, it's everything.....in our world......
We knew...
and that was enough
so the next step will be
onto the enldless expanse of clouds
below
Are you ready~
and if so
can you tell me if I am?
Is it too late?
Because
if we are falling,
the only bad part
is when we hit the ground
The rest is like diving
all faith
and only sometimes
a pinch of fear
of what the top looks like
staring up from beneath
the clouds
when the rain falls down
with us on our way
We know.
We know
that the dice throw
might be good
We know
that if we're lucky
everything will be all sailing
and never a toe will touch
the earth ever again
we know it's worth
the chance
I look at this drawing and these words and revel in you as a creator.
That's what it's always been about. It's always halped inspire me in a profound way. I wonder at how crazy my life has got, but moments like this, that I can write and let go and create once more from a friends inspiration tell me to hang on. You have a gift and it's been so wonderful to share it with another person like we have so often done...
the highwire~
no net
no camera
just words
and some paint
in this neon dreamscape window
I see her eyes
they grab me on first sight
and don't let go until I am consumed
taking them in
like they live
and breathe
and dance
and fly
because they do live
breathe
dance
and fly
The highwire is their home
the sky is their bedroom
the sun is their lamp
the moon is their
blue fairy godmother
And you know what?
Somehow
They even taught me
how to fly
But they tell me
I already knew how
and crashing
is a due you pay before
the heights hold you up
on their windblown kisses
There are
heavy days my friend
when obligations and
agendas
intertwine
like serpents
When the window pane
cracks from
the
Force
of selfish winds
And shoulders
grow heavy with
uncried tears
On those weary
days
Like today
I close my
eyes
and
breathe
breathe from
my centre
from the
seat of my
soul
and ask
the naked hands of
life
to take
that
stifled
breath
and let it grow
till it
expands within
the caverns of
my aching mind to
bring back
light,
poise,
softness,
winged peace
And
somehow
in the
Breathing
in the
asking
for an answer
lives my
redemption...
And i remember
what it means
to pray
My deep love to you, M
Eric....
mardi gras beads
red,gold, blue
and emerald green
filled with stories
wanton words
and upside down endings
from the sky,
jeweled rain....
Sing on my friend,
say the words, tell the stories,
light the campfire
for the circle!
Maithri....
yes,
these are heavy days,
my friend,
a woolen blanket, wet,
a thousand pounds of
cant~take~another~step,
and then....
a sunrise...
And even if
it's the same
old over and over again,
no happy endings yet,
we believe....
Much love my friends
and sun....
She heals....
She nods....
And like us,
raises her head every new morning
and goes on....
because she believes.....
Peace~love
May the circle be unbroken
My friend,
When I'm comin in to work,
On a winter mornings
grey horizon
I often see them...
The hot air
balloons,
There's always one
which catches my
eye
distracts me
from the road
makes my heart
smile
Its the one which
stands out
in the middle
of all the bland
ones
Its the canary
coloured one
A yellow flower
with a heart of
fire
And on its
warm back
is drawn
a huge
red
Peace sign
adorned round its
edges
with little
red
wild flowers
And beneath
this
art work
is the poem
the one word
song
that ignites
the grey dawn
and weary eyes
into flame
"Love"
And whenever
I see
it
Like i did today
I think of
you
and all
the yellow butterflies
burning grey skies
into
landscapes of
hope
With all my love,
and wings of peace,
M
Sweet Maithri...
I don't know how this escaped me,
a helium balloon set free,
but now,
today,
eyes weary,
threadbare and flat~tired,
I found these words....
saw the peace sign floating,
watched it dip and dive,
hide behind the clouds,
play peek~a~boo in traffic...
And I thank you!
JSYK....it means the world to me
Ya know, The Monarch Butterfly is the state insect in West Virginia. They are everywhere. Saw one flying around in front of the Gun store Today.
Thats what they do.... flit in and out of the darndest places.... Do they sell peace signs there?
peace~love
Butterflies and parking lots are free.....
Off to the world where butterflies were born!
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