And if I love another and part of that love is because of commonality, or things in common with said other, then I must also love myself. The things "in common" are part of ones self one sees in another--so, in truth, one is also loving ones self...

I puckered my lips to kiss--
to kiss the warm edges
of my coffee mug,
to taste the bitter sweetness
of the brew within.
I held my mug close to me
like a lover,
as one kiss after another
began warming my insides.
I wanted the kisses to last forever,
and they will--
in my heart and mind,
on the edges of my mug
and the center of my lips,
and out into the ethers.

Untruths

Everything we've learned growing up is now coming out as being untrue and so we are having to rearrange our thinking, our ways of doing things, and we are being forced to either tear down the walls of the boxes we've been living in or continue down the same path and risk losing our freedoms. We have to keep from getting caught up in all the negativity being proffered by the paranoid, who do nothing but attract more negativity into their lives. We have to remember that for every negative news report you hear there are more positive ones that "they" don't want you to hear, because it doesn't create drama and drama is what scares people and keeps them in the grip of those-who-would-be-kings!!

Seeing the Beautiful

I believe that seeing the beautiful in everything and everyone is a learning or a goal, to work towards, because there is a lesson in “seeing deeply”—seeing with heart and feeling. Nature in her infinite wisdom has used physical beauty (in the eye of the beholder) to attract us and other different species to one another and perhaps, to see beyond that physical, to the inner beauty, is our infinite wisdom to work towards.

In the Light of Day

The light of day...
I looked through my window
and saw it.
 It was no longer a dark
and cloudy morning.
And I heard the birds chirping
it on it's way in.
Birds I haven't heard
since I left childhood.
Blame it on the trees.
The trees that attract the
different birds to them
for symbiotic nurturance.
Or blame it on the weather,
whose temperatures the trees love.
I could blame it on the climate,
the latitude and longitude, or
the parallel closest to the Equator
or the Pacific Coast.
Mother Earth seems to have a
big hand in all these "goings on".
So, I'll blame her for the beauty
of the trees and the birds melodies,
in the light of day.
But then, I would be remiss
in placing blame, laying the
fault on others, when clearly,
after all, it is the Universe who
covers it all--she is the one
who's got the biggest hand and
heart, in all the "goings on."
So I'll lay the blame,
the responsibility, where it really
belongs--on her, with
emphasis and finger
pointing, " It's all  your fault,
Universe!"
And, then, I'll wink and smile wryly
into the ethers, knowing
it's also her fault I'm
here and grateful for
all the elements who bring
this to me, in the light of day.