hands in the Pandemic…

Pandemic

What if you thought of it
as the Jews consider the Sabbath—
the most sacred of times?
Cease from travel.
Cease from buying and selling.
Give up, just for now,
on trying to make the world
different than it is.
Sing. Pray. Touch only those
to whom you commit your life.
Center down.
And when your body has become still,
reach out with your heart.
Know that we are connected
in ways that are terrifying and beautiful.
(You could hardly deny it now.)
Know that our lives
are in one another’s hands.
(Surely that has become clear.)
Do not reach out your hands.
Reach out your heart.
Reach out your words.
Reach out all the tendrils
of compassion that move, invisibly,
where we cannot touch.
Promise the world your love—
for better or for worse,
in sickness and in health,
as long as you shall live.
Lynn Unger
in UU World

solitude

Solitude


by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;


Weep, and you weep alone;


For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,


But has trouble enough of its own.


Sing, and the hills will answer;


Sigh, it is lost on the air;


The echoes bound to a joyful sound,


But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;


Grieve, and they turn and go;


They want full measure of all your pleasure,


But they do not need your woe.


Be glad, and your friends are many;


Be sad, and you lose them all,

—
There are none to decline your nectared wine,


But alone you must drink life’s gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;


Fast, and the world goes by.


Succeed and give, and it helps you live

But no man can help you die.


There is room in the halls of pleasure


For a large and lordly train,


But one by one we must all file on


Through the narrow aisles of pain.

 
“Solitude” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox. Public Domain

HAPPY to be Polish

I LOVE POLISH PEOPLE

They cook

sing

take care

remain loyal

protect their own

welcome the needy

share &

Polish Pride lasts forever!

Chaos

an iPad Pro with an Apple Pencil and Adobe Procreate

I create galleries
images
words that sing, dance and ride rainbows.

handmade
and electronic.

I create youngsters
who create art pieces
that sing, dance and ride rainbows.

handmade
and electronic.

In my home
every room has a drafting table
every wall, artwork.

We carry our tools
in pockets
at the ready
to sing, dance and ride rainbows.

From chaos to order
from table to show space,
art that sings, dances and rides rainbows!

Antidote (Poem Spell)

sheep art by catherine

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Antidote (Poem Spell)

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stone in my heart be dust, be dust.

annoying wind, be cranberry yarn.

midnight storm, bring the clear tides in.

leaping dogs, bring the salty shells.

peasant bread, dip in olive oil.

reeds gold and pink, blow in the light.

clenched fist, open and wait.

riot of sunlight, set in the night.

don’t know what to do, you’ve come to the real work.

don’t know where to go, you’ve come to the real journey.

bafflement, get employed.

impeded stream, sing.

4/11/2017

quicksilver

Sounds

We are one with all

life forms who creak, sing, whistle,

buzz, croak, hum, and click!

Pattern #57 Non-verbal Connections

I sing because I’m happy

I sigh, I exhale,
I sing because I’m happy
My breath speaks volumes.

Tongue Twister #37 Distance 8

Closing the Distance

Even thugs need hugs;
Kings bring
cling and wing
where e’er they sing.

Lions need be held;
by fold-behold
the pride
of mane and hide.

Young and old
bring shelter;
food and drink
a golden link.

Ambidextrous

Broke my right wrist;
Switched to left.

Right brain grows poems;
Left brain spells.

Right side sings;
Left can add.

Right hand writes well;
Left hand shakes.

Two hands brush teeth
Open jars; cut fruit.

Woe is me!
What a switch:

Broke my right wrist;
Switched to left!