Ruminating dulcet dreams of cream puffs, choux
Pillow dainties of pastry prophets top the menu.
Swirling concoctions ebbing at their soft center,
Like summer waves caress sand on the seashore.
Into their hallowed labyrinth center patissiers
Pipe, angelic fillings dreamy unbridled mysteries
Topping their just desserts in liberty’s ganache,
Dissolving sticky situations with edible panache.
On the edge of ashes, seasonal thoughts quiver,
Plucked from their sparks, crisp morsels to savor,
In fancy orbs on a tree dripping with phoenix elixir.
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Talk to yourself at least once in a day, otherwise you may miss a meeting with an EXCELLENT person in this World.”
― Swami Vivekananda
Saffron Crocus – Image by . Serpico from wikipedia C. C
Cornucopia tomes and poems in helvetica saffron,
Shed petals as imagination’s paged fonts awaken.
Arial kernels like nutcrackers in conifer groves
Scale idea mangroves binding stories into folios.
Once tossed drafts; flotsam and jetsam genuflect
To unrelenting waves in Calliope’s handheld tablet;
Its keys, winged foliage exposing trunks of truth –
Allowing amber sap of the writer’s pen to take root.
Image by DanaTentis from Pixabay
“The most important decision you make is to be in a good mood.”
“You can’t awaken until you dare to discard your dreams.”
― Swami Paramahamsa Chidananda Tirtha
Image by Lars_Nissen from Pixabay
Somewhere in the heart of September; it is Spring.
Fall leaves planted dignitaries, invisible emissaries
Of Spring’s march across earth’s axised hemisphere,
Where patchwork color roses bloom gardens there.
While we unfold gifted quilts of heirloom treasure,
Spring slips forget-me-nots to remind September –
Even before winter arrives in a distant hemisphere –
That, somewhere in the heart of September;
It is Spring there.
How can this auspicious wake
Of a new month on a Tuesday,
Go unheralded without pancakes
Embracing fortune’s amulet gastronomy.
Lily of the Nile – Image by JacLou DL from Pixabay
“I don’t know what your future is, but if you are willing to take the harder way, the more complicated one, the one with more failures at first than successes, the one that’s ultimately proven to have more victory, more glory, then you will not regret it. This is your time.”
― Chadwick Boseman
Summer’s messenger blows kisses; a floral reprise
As autumn’s mediator beckons September sunrise,
Exhorting the wind’s guttural whistles in the trees
To fling in nature’s spinning loom, its cares; leaves
Weaving hope foot paths in red, brown and amber
As Summer fluffs her exquisite abode for slumber.
Image by Lorri Lang from Pixabay
“I don’t have to be anything at all. I don’t even have to be myself, because there is no such thing as not being myself. I am inescapably myself.”