Make a wish


“I’d like to spend a Sunday with you somewhere in Japan, we can ride our bicycles on distant mountain paths… somewhere in the sun, with Jasmine tea and blossoms growing, shadows over us… I’ll be dancing in your shadow…that’s where I’ll be.”


2 thoughts on “Make a wish

  1. you posts to keep me on a string to polish poetry.
    all dream about happy islands….maybe ‘one day'( with warm smile)

    Konstanty Indelfons Gałczyński


    Oh, take me to the isles of delight,
    Comb my hair like flowers with gentle breeze, kiss endlessly,
    Lullaby me and ease with a sleep, veil me with a lyre, tranquilize,
    Never wake me up from my dream on the isles of delight.

    Show me violent waters and waters of calm,
    Let me listen to stars chatting on the trees, all green,
    Show me myriad of butterflies, hug me with their hearts,
    Bow down thoughts of peace over the waters, with love.

  2. There were these words, once written…they will have lived through the full seasons of one year in just 10 days… they had no home back then, perhaps they were only lying purposefully and dormant, until today:

    PENDULUMS OF SPRING ~ Beauty to Nourishment

    There was something feminine about blossoms,
    looking up now and speaking gently of blue skies…
    opening in light, and uncontaminated hope,
    baring their souls to the magic potion which they did not understand,
    but which longed to touch their core.
    knowing it was only this substance that could make chemistry explode inside of them.

    For they knew no other way…

    Waiting in purity, only magic and time could transform them into spheres of nourishment,
    where nature makes and governs all rules that rest on the pendulums of spring.
    Mother Nature looked on tenderly,
    smiling at her earthly friends with colourful delight;
    for they did not need to understand this mystery for it to exist.

    A chorus of tiny flowers
    sang words By Gibran –
    swaying to rhythms
    of their hearts, minds and hands;

    “And when you crush an apple with your teeth, say to it in your heart:
    Your seeds shall live in my body,
    And the buds of your tomorrow shall blossom in my heart,
    And your fragrance shall be my breath,
    And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons.” {Kahlil Gibran}

    ~ Posted on thosewhofeedthebirds on 10 Oct 2013
    One season of dying, one lifetime of Living

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