good bye, (((PT)))....i'll be looking forward to your return...

Awwwww Pansy

Hugzzzzz
Its awful when one's mood goes into a jam
At least you did the did the right thing and reached out to your friends :)

I guess most times we just feel like an
inconsequential little speck on the planet.

"To the world we are just an individual,
But maybe somewhere somehow,
to some individual we are their world?"





"I remember :)"

I remember,
That feeling that you get,
When your heart races
And beats out of your chest
In unexpected moments
That take your breath away
Seeing that little instance,
Of what could be,
"I remember"


Those moments you stop
To wait and to jump
With excitement and mirth
I remember how it feels
To jump out of the bushes
And shout ARGHHHHHH!!!
And frighten your love
Out of her skin
Yet, one thing is clear
The way she screamed
Made me roll with laugher
"I remember..."


I remember how it feels
To see the smile
And the light in her eyes
The sound of her voice
Or the way she looked at me
It's just a thought
My mind going into overdrive
Yet knowing makes no difference
As everything is a desire
To fulfill a yearning
We find ourself the liar
And say to ourself,
"I shouldn't like her"
I'm just trouble!
"I remember..."


I remember what she did
Each and every action
The twinkle in her eye
The lilt in her voice
The sway in her walk
The colour of her lips
The smell of her perfume
The colour of her hair
The sun in the sky
The music that was playing
Its all locked away
To cherish as fond memories
For ever and a day
"I remember..."


Now she is gone
But the memories remain
For ever and a day
Saved for rainy days
To bring back my smile
"I remember..."



Jaan

"grasp"

the heart of the matter
is often forgotten
in the midst of confusion
as voices grow louder
drowns out the wisdom
so lovingly given
by the One
so illogical
as to defy comprehension

silence takes over
and feelings of none
but the messiness
of what's left
when the chains come undone
freedom
can be awful
in awesome proportions
when lost in the moments
of utter confusion
harbors sentiments
of warped expectations

(and how) do you make it
through a minute
or a week
alone with thoughts
strewn
down and across
filling each space
with words and your grasp
and uncanny completion
of what
is yet unspoken

your words
not yet mine
our thoughts
unexpressed
as moments of discovery
reveals events
from paths
travelled or not ventured on
unveils understandings
of what was
what is
and what comes

a welcome addition
each thought
now passing
each word
glosses over
the times of laughing
loudly in silence
fills the moments with peace
by placing matters
firmly
where it rightly belongs

-mgsmd "PT" 04/2015


I want you to be everything that's you, deep at the center of your being.
- Confucius

Dear friend/s,

It's funny how I met you, since I wasn't really looking for you. I guess that's how life happens. I learned a little bit about you, and a lot more about myself. I never really understood what that saying, "Don't look for yourself in others, then they will not look for themselves in you" really meant until I found myself because of you. Maybe you understood this, without really thinking about it. Maybe that’s why we're friends.

"Man in the Mirror" is a nice song. It simply says that a change for the better in the world has to start with a change for the better in ourselves. There is always room for improvement. Time and time again, I see people unwilling to take a hard, honest look at themselves, myself included.

Sometimes, we think that our worth is what everyone else thinks we are worth. Other times, we like others to think we are worth more than what we feel about ourselves. That is fine, that is natural.

I notice that the terrible things happen is when we begin to believe we are much too much more than what we actually are. It’s sad how people treat each other, just because of this inflated mis-perception of self; and sadder what we do to ourselves because of it, without even knowing it, without even batting an eyelash.

I'm glad I met you. I'm glad we’re friends--as far as this kind of friendship goes. It's always a pleasure to learn and unlearn things about me, about you, about love, science, religion, politics, relationships, humor, seriousness and everything else in between and beyond. The world may be your oyster, and mine may be a clam, but I like it that we lay on the same ocean floor.

Sincerely,
~PT

I'm pretty certain Confucius had lots of wives...