Mindful Writing Challenge 2013~Week 4

January 22nd, 2013

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King Tut, once a roly-poly pup

now an elderly statesman

But wait!!

The Mambo King returns

gyrating madly with joy,

channeling his inner pup

January 23^rd, 2013

String of Karma Flags

 dancing in the breeze

prayers lifting from their colored flanks

carrying peace and blessings on the wind.

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Thursday, January 24^th, 2013

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Fat cat on tabletop, staring defiantly.

I ask “Why are you there,

you know it's forbidden, right?”

Henry

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No matter that I've told him thrice “Don't do that!”

There he is again, the fat cat on the mat.

Staring ,slightly irritated, deep into my mug

I address him rather sharply and he barely looks up.

Then to really let me know he doesn't care a bit,

he lifts his paw up languidly and gives a casual lick.

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He arrived here many years ago, a slim and rangy stray

But now he rules our house with ease, growing larger each day.

He's taken over everything, our table and our bed,

we're lucky if he leaves a space for us to lay our head.

He sleeps all day and stomps all night, throughout the quiet house

The other cats are then asleep and he's Lord of the House.

That said, we do love him, that damned, rebellious cat. 

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3^rd stone of the day

Angry words created churning waves and dark currents,

May kindness and patience smooth all.

Allowing clearing waters to once again reflect goodness,

taking us back to our path of being mindful and true

January 25th, 2013

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The delicate taste and fragrant wisps, which arise from my cup,

bring back memories of a day spend at the foot of Mt. Shasta

Majestic, magic mountain, towering over the small town which lies just below it's snowy flanks.

New Age shops, Crystal Emporiums & Bookstores crowd the small Main Street.

There, the tea shop at last, a treasure drove of fragrant brews.

Each time we discover anew the joys of real tea.

Not from a cardboard box filled with dangly bags, but row upon row of large tins

full of mysterious leaved treasures, which brew to rich perfection in our pot.

This time Citrus Sunrise, with a fragrance so rich, a taste so bright

it nudges aside the gloomy, cold day which blankets the valley.

A sip and serenity settles on my shoulders like a comforting shawl. 
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January 26^th, 2013

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Foggy, damp morning birds are waiting

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Gilded ruffles kissed by setting sun

Shrill bird chatter... sparrows roost

January 27^th, 2013

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Moonlight Walk

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Walking the property

Magic, dark velvet night

Full moon hangs in the sky

rainbow aura around it

first suspended in a bare oak

then in the arms of a pine,

suddenly swallowed whole by clouds

then appearing once again~ serene and mesmerizing.

Just before the land falls gently, I can hear the creek tumbling over the rocks

and there, can you hear them?

First peepers of the year, singing along the banks,

echoing throughout the canyon.

Is this magic? Am I this blessed to be inhabiting a bit of heaven?

January 28th, 2013
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Winter bare branches, bird nests revealed

Vacant homes, occupants gone south

Waiting for seasons to turn

January 29^th, 2013

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Einstein...............what genius, yet so human

His warm soul right there in his eyes,

Like a wistful dandelion.

January 30th, 2013

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There you were,

no longer wanted or attractive,

laying in the bargain basket of spent plants.

Now perched on my windowsill,

quietly announcing your pleasure

at having been saved from certain death

by putting forth, dainty, delicate new life.

Sweet tendrils, tiny new leaves, reaching,

savoring the morning sun and this

new chance to thrive.

If only everything in life were that simple.

January 31^st. 2013

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Winter sun

Rosemary is blooming

Pale, blue blossoms buzzing with delighted bees