Clouds

White sheep, white sheep,
On a green hill,
When the wind stops
You all stand still
When the wind blows
You walk away slow.
White sheep, white sheep,
Where do you go?

Nature's Playground

You hear the wind blow,
You hear the leaves rustle,
You hear the water sway,
All of the sounds that you hear...
Are nature at play!

Boys and Girls come out to play

Boys and girls come out to play
the moon doth shine as bright as day.
Leave your supper and leave your sleep
and join your playfellows in the street.
Come with a whoop and come with a call,
come with a good will or not at all.
Up the ladder and down the wall,
a half-penny loaf will serve us all;
you find milk and I'll find flour,
and we'll have pudding in half an hour.

Nature's Playground

You hear the wind blow,
You hear the leaves rustle,
You hear the water sway,
All of the sounds that you hear...
Are nature at play!

CLOUDS

AS I LAY UPON MY BACK LOOKING AT THE SKY,
WATCHING SOFT WHITE CLOUDS AS THEY ARE PASSING BY.
SOME WERE LARGE, AND SOME QUITE SMALL,
MANY DIFFERENT SHAPES AND SIZES AS I RECALL.

AS I LAY THERE AND WATCHED THE CLOUDS TAKE SHAPE,
FROM MY IMAGINATION A MILLION IMAGES, FROM IT DID ESCAPE.
I COULD SEE ANYTHING THAT WAS IN MY MIND'S EYE,
IN THOSE FLUFFY WHITE CLOUDS AS THEY WENT FLOATING BY.
THERE WAS NO LIMIT TO THE THINGS THAT I COULD SEE,
SPECIAL IMAGES FROM THE HEART TO BE.

FOR HOURS ON END, NO TWO IMAGES WERE EVER THE SAME,
AS THE CLOUDS ON THEIR JOURNEY CAME.
AS IF ON FILM, THIS MOVIE PLAYED,
WHILE QUIETLY ON MY BACK I STAYED.

MUSIC CAME TO THE MOVIE
THAT PLAYED IN THE SKY,
BY ALL THE DIFFERENT BIRDS, THEIR SONGS
AS THEY PASSED ME BY.

SO BEAUTIFULLY ORCHESTRATED
AND DONE FOR ME,
THE LORD CREATED THAT MOVIE
FOR ME TO SEE

Darkness

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went - and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires - and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings - the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed,
And men were gathered round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other's face;
Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:
A fearful hope was all the world contain'd;
Forests were set on fire - but hour by hour
They fell and faded - and the crackling trunks
Extinguish'd with a crash - and all was black.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smiled;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and looked up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again
With curses cast them down upon the dust,
And gnash'd their teeth and howl'd: the wild birds shriek'd,
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl'd
And twined themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless - they were slain for food.
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again; - a meal was bought
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart
Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;
All earth was but one thought - and that was death,
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails - men
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devoured,
Even dogs assail'd their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famish'd men at bay,
Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead
Lured their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and perpetual moan,
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answered not with a caress - he died.
The crowd was famish'd by degrees; but two
Of an enormous city did survive,
And they were enemies: they met beside
The dying embers of an altar-place
Where had been heap'd a mass of holy things
For an unholy usage; they raked up,
And shivering scraped with their cold skeleton hands
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath
Blew for a little life, and made a flame
Which was a mockery; then they lifted up
Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Each other's aspects - saw, and shriek'd, and died -
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,
The populous and the powerful - was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless -
A lump of death - a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes, and ocean all stood still,
And nothing stirred within their silent depths;
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp'd
They slept on the abyss without a surge -
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon their mistress had expir'd before;
The winds were withered in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them - She was the Universe.

Not knowing your destination is half the fun!

Not knowing your destination is half the fun!

Adventure in Nepal

"Be careful going in search of adventure - it's ridiculously easy to find."

Adventure

"Nature has always something rare to show us....and the danger to life and limb is hardly greater than one would experience crouching deprecatingly beneath a roof."

Now is the time...

Now is the time; ah, friend, no longer wait
To scatter loving smiles and words of cheer
To those around whose lives are now so dear.
They may not meet you in the coming year.
Now is the time.

The Wonderful World

Great, wide, beautiful, wonderful World,
With the wonderful water round you curled,
And the wonderful grass upon your breast,
World, you are beautifully dressed.

The wonderful air is over me,
And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree
It walks on the water, and whirls the mills,
And talks to itself on the top of the hills.

You friendly Earth, how far do you go,
With the wheat fields that nod and the rivers that flow,
With cities and gardens and cliffs and isles,
And the people upon you for thousands of miles?

Ah! you are so great, and I am so small,
I hardly can think of you, World, at all;
And yet, when I said my prayers today,
My mother kissed me, and said, quite gay,

"If the wonderful world is great to you,
And great to Father and Mother, too,
You are more than the Earth, though you are such a dot!
You can love and think, and the Earth cannot!"

Memories

Tattered 'round the edges,
And faded now with time;
Memories that linger still,
Are what they left behind.
Like a precious package,
Kept in a secret room,
Each memory a treasure,
A family heirloom.

On rare and quiet occasions
The package opens wide;
revealing then the memories,
That nestle there inside.
Faces etched in memories
Like photos from the past;
each snapshot printed in the heart,
Are memories that last.

Worn and ragged photographs,
So faded now with time;
Yet the lasting love deep in your heart,
Is what they left behind.

Your "Sleeping Beauty"

I tried and tried to stay awake
to have my picture taken.
But I was so very tired that
I couldn't be awakened.
This whole day was so exciting,
I guess it was too much for me.
So I shut my eyes to take a rest,
and slept too sound, you see.
Yet I hope that my photo
will bring everyone great pleasure,
And as years pass by, and I grow up,
my photo you'll always treasure.

Life is a Photographs

I took a little time today,
to reminisce of yesterday.
To review our lives in the past
recorded here in photographs.

As I page through the years,
Sometimes I may shed some tears.
So many faces I have known,
some passed away and others grown.

Sometimes it's hard to realize,
when all spread out before my eyes,
With all the pictures that I took,
our whole lives are in this book.

Lonely Nights

the busy work day turns to night and i have nothing to do but wait
the air begins to cool with each passing hour, as i shiver in my bed
silence creeps in as i lay beneath the covers
dizziness remains from the half bottle of wine i shared with myself
nothing can be heard other then the loneliness in my breath
i stare off into the emptiness of my room
nothing happens with each minute that slowly tick by
eyes close, sleep please sleep, too many thoughts overpower
frustration takes over and only adds to the sleeplessness
i get out of the bed only to pace the cold floor
I'm so tired of waiting and wanting
something needs to be done to calm the anxiety
i turn on the TV - same late night shows - shut that off
maybe a book will change my thoughts, the words just blur and nothing sinks in
exhaustion seeps in and i start to see things
i finish the bottle of wine and return to the bed
rational thoughts are jumbled as i cuddle up with a pillow
i smell your cologne and soothing memories flood in
snuggling closer to the pillow i drowsily imagine it to be you
i concentrate on the whispers of the wind as it sooths me to sleep

Lord Buddha

All that we are is the result of what we have thought. If a man speaks or acts with an evil thought, pain follows him. If a man speaks or acts with a pure thought, happiness follows him, like a shadow that never leaves him.

Photo Collection From My Flickr

We travel the world over to find the beautiful.

"We travel the world over to find the beautiful. "

A Sweet Slice of Summer

A sweet slice of summer,
On a hot a afternoon,

The perfect treat to eat outside,
You don’t even need a spoon.

As you take a big old bite,
Feel the juice begin to run,

Be careful not to eat the seeds,
You spit those out, for fun!

A slice of watermelon,
Just can’t be beat,

It is the taste of summer,
Juicy and sweet!

Little bit of Your Past

Walk and touch peace every moment.
Walk and touch happiness every moment.
Each step brings a fresh breeze.
Each step makes a flower bloom.
Kiss the Earth with your feet.
Bring the Earth your love and happiness.
The Earth will be safe
when we feel safe in ourselves.

The Marigold

When with a serious musing I behold
The grateful and obsequious marigold,
How duly, ev'ry morning, she displays
Her open breast, when Titan spreads his rays;
How she observes him in his daily walk,
Still bending towards him her tender stalk;
How, when he down declines, she droops and mourns,
Bedew'd, as 'twere, with tears, till he returns;
And how she veils her flow'rs when he is gone,
As if she scorned to be looked on
By an inferior eye, or did contemn
To wait upon a meaner light than him;
When this I meditate, methinks the flowers
Have spirits far more generous than ours,
And give us fair examples to despise
The servile fawnings and idolatries
Wherewith we court these earthly things below,
Which merit not the service we bestow.

But, O my God! though groveling I appear
Upon the ground (and have a rooting here
Which hales me downward) yet in my desire
To that which is above me I aspire;
And all my best affections I profess
To Him that is the sun of righteousness.
Oh, keep the morning of His incarnation,
The burning noontide of His bitter passion,
The night of His descending, and the height
Of His ascension ever in my sight,
That imitating Him in what I may,
I never follow an inferior way.

Mountain of Nepal

You ask me why I live on Green Mountain ?
I smile in silence and the quiet mind.
Peach petals blow on mountain streams
To earths and skies beyond All over the land.

The Wonderful World

Great, wide, beautiful, wonderful World,
With the wonderful water round you curled,
And the wonderful grass upon your breast,
World, you are beautifully dressed.

The wonderful air is over me,
And the wonderful wind is shaking the tree
It walks on the water, and whirls the mills,
And talks to itself on the top of the hills.

You friendly Earth, how far do you go,
With the wheat fields that nod and the rivers that flow,
With cities and gardens and cliffs and isles,
And the people upon you for thousands of miles?

Ah! you are so great, and I am so small,
I hardly can think of you, World, at all;
And yet, when I said my prayers today,
My mother kissed me, and said, quite gay,

"If the wonderful world is great to you,
And great to Father and Mother, too,
You are more than the Earth, though you are such a dot!
You can love and think, and the Earth cannot!"

The Greatest Gift

Wordly fools search for exotic masters.
not realizing that their own mind is the master.

The greatest gift to others
is to freely relinquish yourself.

When the mind is always moving, you travel
from one hell to the next hell.

If you use your mind to try and understand reality.
you will understand neither your mind nor reality.

If you try and understand reality without using your mind.
you will understand both your mind and reality.

Buddhist's Worshipping Places

" as a flower blown out by the wind
goes to rest and cannot be defined
so the wise man freed from individuality
goes to rest and cannot be defined.
gone beyond all images-
gone beyond the power of words "

Lord Buddha

"All that we are is the result of what we have thought.
If a man speaks or acts with an evil thought, pain follows him.
If a man speaks or acts with a pure thought,
happiness follows him, like a shadow that never leaves him. "

Fishtail Mountain

Slowly as the sun sneaks out of dark horizons,
the dissolving veil of night seems to evaporate.
In reaction to sunbeam's tickling it's rock-ice face,
Fishtail displays its blazing blood-red grimace.
The crimson aura gathered off the starboard soon
fades to a tint of magnificent gold, and then to silver,
as dawn matures, radiates to a breathtaking crystal azure.

Serenity-swathed surroundings give an air of fluid
self-meditation but breaking the silence emerge
baby ducks--quack-quack-quack--flocking the water,
bringing to mind a harbinger of the first dawn.

The majestic mountain looks down it's own reflection onto
the horizontal mirror of Lake Fewa's blue-green surface.
Awed by the vista, I sit by an aromatic wildflower across
I listen to the soothing orchestra of pebbles--plip-plop-plip--
as I toss them one after another on the Lake's membrane,
chipping thin slices of water as they bounce in dieing
trajectories, finally, tumbling down under, searching for
Fishtail's scarlet, gold, and silver that just disappeared

In The Garden

I come to the garden alone, While the dew
is still on the Flowers;
And the voice I hear, falling on my ear,
the Son of God discloses.

And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own,
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.

He speaks, and the sound of His voice,
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing;
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing.

And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own,
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.

I'd stay in the garden with Him
Tho the night around me be falling;
But He bids me go, thru the voice of woe,
His voice to me is calling

And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own,
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.

Rain

I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--
I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.

A Memory

Four ducks on a pond,
A grass bank beyond,
A blue sky of spring,
White clouds on the wing;
What a little thing
To remember for years--
To remember with tears!

Oh, Beautiful Butterfly!

Oh, beautiful butterfly
How you have transformed
From a mere larval caterpillar
Into an angel of the flowers
With wings of many colors
That flutter you around from petal to petal

Oh, beautiful butterfly
We are truly blessed
To have your presence amongst us
With wing's that have differing colors
as beautiful as a sky's rainbow
Who even in the form of a shadow
Has an innocence of beauty
that is more than we will ever know

Oh you, fly free, fly free
To the sun and to the moon
Spread your colorful wings
Feel the cool breezes gently blow between them
Fly free, fly free
To the sun and to the moon
For surely you are one of Mother Nature's
most beautiful beings
Who was created on more than just a whim

Dancing Tree

Wind dancers
dancing to the
willow wind,
leaves swaying
right to left
all day long.
I’m depressed.
Birds hanging on-
bleaching feathers
out into
the sun.

Let Me Go

We've known lots of pleasure,
At times endured pain,
We've lived in the sunshine
And walked in the rain.

But now we're separated
And for a time apart,
But I am not alone-
You're forever in my heart.

Death always seems so sudden,
And it is always sure,
But what is oft' forgotten-
It is not without a cure.

I'm walking now with someone,
And I know He'll always stay,
I know He's walking with you too,
Giving comfort everyday.

There may be times you miss me,
I sort of hope you do,
But smile when you think of me,
For I'll be waiting for you.

Now there's many things for you to do,
And lots of ways to grow,
So get busy, be happy,and live your life,
Miss me, but let me go.

A Dream Within A Dream

Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

Where Go The Boats?

Dark brown is the river,
Golden is the sand
It flows along forever,
With trees on either hand.

Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating
Where with all come home?

On goes the river
And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
Away down the hill.

Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Shall bring my boats ashore.

Rose: My Day Dream!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Whenever I day dream,
and day dream I do,
in my secret garden,
I day dream of you.

I day dream of you,
in a faraway land;
embracing me tight
and holding my hand.

Holding my hand,
and touching my face.
Just you and me,
in this peaceful place.

In this peaceful place
a pristine river flows.
Where the unicorns run,
a breeze always blows.

A breeze always blows
and sings of a song;
our love in a place
where you're never gone.

Where you're never gone
is as it would seem,
from dusk until dawn,
whenever I day dream.

And whenever I day dream,
and day dream I do,
in my secret garden,
I day dream of you.

Come With Me !!! Boudhath Kathmandu

God saw he was getting tired
And a cure was not to be.
So he put his arms around him
And whispered, "Come with me."

With tearful eyes we watched him suffer
And saw him fade away.
Although we loved him dearly,
We could not make him stay.

A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working hands to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.

Is This a Kangaroo of Nepal????

Jump, jump, jump
Goes like the kangaroo.
I thought only one
But now I see two!
Mommy and her baby
With his head popping out;
He holds on tight
As they jump all about!

Nature's Playground

Nature is beautiful
nature is fun
love it or hate it
nature is something to love
nature is god's gift to us
Nature

Nature we love
wate and feed nature
Nature water's and feed's us
god gave us nature
we cant live with out it
nature makes us

i know nature
Nature is beautiful
Nature is about the earth
nature has flower; s and weed's
weed's or flower's nature is us
NATURE

An Ode To A Weary Soul

Last week I ran away from home,
Away from work, away from phone.
All things of which I’d had enough,
I drove south ’til I reached the gulf.
A blanket spread on sun warmed sand,
Amid all sorts, from pale to tan.
They knew me not nor bothered me,
While I lay listening to the sea.
Waiting for my soul to rest.
As the sun waned toward the West,
Symphonies through my stillness rang.
Children laughed and seagulls sang,
In rhythm to the metered surf;
A harmony marked by timeless worth.
I idly toyed with drifted sand,
As countless grains fell from my hand,
Like sands undone from hourglass.
I felt my taut release at last,
And rest to my weary soul did come,
With knowledge I must return to home.

All Things Bright and Beautiful...

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful:
The Lord God made them all.

Each little flower that opens,
Each little bird that sings,
He made their glowing colors,
He made their tiny wings.

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful:
The Lord God made them all.Refrain

The rich man in his castle,
The poor man at his gate,
He made them, high or lowly,
And ordered their estate.

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful:
The Lord God made them all.

The purple headed mountains,
The river running by,
The sunset and the morning
That brightens up the sky.

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful:
The Lord God made them all.

The cold wind in the winter,
The pleasant summer sun,
The ripe fruits in the garden,
He made them every one.

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful:
The Lord God made them all.

The tall trees in the greenwood,
The meadows where we play,
The rushes by the water,
To gather every day.

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful:
The Lord God made them all.

He gave us eyes to see them,
And lips that we might tell
How great is God Almighty,
Who has made all things well.

All things bright and beautiful,
All creatures great and small,
All things wise and wonderful:
The Lord God made them all.

A HUNDRED YEARS FROM NOW

A Hundred Years From Now

it will not matter what my bank account was,
the sort of house I lived in, the kind of car I drove..
But the world may be different ..because I was important in the life
of a child.

Life is a Picture

I took a little time today,
to reminisce of yesterday.
To review our lives in the past
recorded here in photographs.

As I page through the years,
Sometimes I may shed some tears.
So many faces I have known,
some passed away and others grown.

Sometimes it's hard to realize,
when all spread out before my eyes,
With all the pictures that I took,
our whole lives are in this book.

Fishtail Mountain

Slowly as the sun sneaks out of dark horizons,
the dissolving veil of night seems to evaporate.
In reaction to sunbeam's tickling it's rock-ice face,
Fishtail displays its blazing blood-red grimace.
The crimson aura gathered off the starboard soon
fades to a tint of magnificent gold, and then to silver,
as dawn matures, radiates to a breathtaking crystal azure.

Serenity-swathed surroundings give an air of fluid
self-meditation but breaking the silence emerge
baby ducks--quack-quack-quack--flocking the water,
bringing to mind a harbinger of the first dawn.

The majestic mountain looks down it's own reflection onto
the horizontal mirror of Lake Fewa's blue-green surface.
Awed by the vista, I sit by an aromatic wildflower across
I listen to the soothing orchestra of pebbles--plip-plop-plip--
as I toss them one after another on the Lake's membrane,
chipping thin slices of water as they bounce in dieing
trajectories, finally, tumbling down under, searching for
Fishtail's scarlet, gold, and silver that just disappeared.

My Real World (Its Me)

Once I dreamed of a beautiful day
It was so sunny to the condition where I say
Good morning lovely day that happens to be in may
I came down the stairs where I found the horses hay
I walked to end where I said hey
To all the good people on the way
And I said it's me and ill never go away
I'm for you and I'm always here to stay
So don’t worry about me ill be okay

But that was just a dream now we have to pay
For every time we want to have fun and play
Where life is served on a broken tray
It's gone so bad that people now lay
That plate of gold to a person with a view on the bay
Money that’s now the glue spray
That holds every thing and every one together it's even better than clay
With out the money now all the days are gray

Summer Serenade

When the thunder stalks the sky,
When tickle-footed walks the fly,
When shirt is wet and throat is dry,
Look, my darling, that's July.

Through the grassy lawn be leather,
And prickly temper tug the tether,
Shall we postpone our love for weather?
If we must melt, lets melt together!

Smile

A smile is something nice to see
It doesn't cost a cent.
A smile is something all your own
It never can be lent.
A smile is welcome anywhere
It does away with frowns.
A smile is good for everyone
To ease life's ups and down.

Prayer

Even while we're asking ,
God's and love can bless ;
To praying souls He often grants
More than they can express .

Time Waits For No One

So stop waiting
until you finish school,
until you go back to school,
until you lose ten pounds,
until you gain ten pounds,
until you kids,
until your kids leave the house,
until you start work,
until you retire,
until you get married,
until you get divorced,
until Friday night,
until Sunday morning,
until you get a new car or home,
until your car or home is paid off,
until spring,
until summer,
until fall,
until winter,
until you are off welfare,
until the first or fifteenth,
until your song comes on,
until you've had a drink,
until you've sobered up,
until you die,
until you are born again,
to decide that there is no better time than right now to be happy.
Happiness is a journey, not a destination.

Beautiful Shape

One piece at a time, the Potter uncovered the pieces of clay.
They were scattered on the ground from where He gently lifted them.
As He began to speak the designs that He would make,
The broken clay transformed into its new shape.

God's Garden

God looked around his garden
And found an empty place.
He then looked down upon the earth,
And saw your tired face.

He put His arms around you
And lifted you to rest.
God’s garden must be beautiful,
He always takes the best.