Dreams
“If one advances confidently in the direction of one's dreams,
and endeavors to live the life which one has imagined,
one will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.”
Henry David Thoreau
Dear Goldfish Friends,
a new painting to share ... its called Dreaming of Pancakes!
If you could dream the biggest dream you could imagine for your life and have it come true ...What would it be???
Surprises.
Have you ever wondered why life took its first steps toward land?
Why fish so strange,
ungainly
shaped,
from ocean’s keep,
were swept or
crept.
Far flung as if, by storm’s
strong
tide,
or stranded left,
by waters
dried,
And though was fate,
that chose them
so,
I doubt it cared, what
end they’d
know.
Left to die, in
air choked
death,
or somehow kept,
by long held
breath.
Just long enough,
to wait till
when,
the water’s edge,
came back
again.
And life might stay,
within that
one,
enough to make
more others
from.
But it did.
And that it did,
was enough,
for some,
to let other things happen.
Things that might not have otherwise been.
Things unintended.
Unimagined.
That simply came to be
Big things and small things.
and strange things
sometimes
too.
Things that might, had not
things been, staved
from old to
new.
Like mouthfuls gasped,
of air breathed
down,
held deep by lungs
in chests rib
bound.
That exhaled and breathed out found,
could roar and bark,
with life-made
sound.
Till time and tongue
and larynx
lathed,
the shape of words to
voice was
gave.
That low in soft soliloquy,
made whispers shared
‘tween me and
thee.
Or cried out loud dramatically,
let flow the chant of
repertoire.
A language learned for
all of we
to shape the flight
of thought
set
free.
I doubt if anyone, least of all those little fish gasping, ever knew that such things would be.
Lucky eh!
The magic of Breath.
Happy birthday Debbie!
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Awakened
A small thought from the book.
Hope you like it.
We know that physical life creates consciousness.
An awareness that evolves and somehow emerges within it.
From it.
Patterned by it.
By all the things that the design of its form allows.
And enables.
A functionality of self that’s permitted to be.
Predestined by all the inevitabilities of what it is and what it does and ultimately, of all it can become.
Programmed.
And set.
In the living clay of being.
Though it might be no more,
than a flat rock
laid
baking,
boiled in the heat, of a
hot summer’s
dawn.
Or it could be the drip, of a
drop’s trickle
taking,
as rain wets it’s way from a sky
soaked in
storm.
All such small things,
of such simple,
small
makings,
to new forms are made,
and to greater
things
born.
Till we ourselves are here.
Born.
Awakened.
And made with minds of wonder.
B :-)
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Sparkle
A small poem.
A part of a larger whole.
Just like all of us I suppose.
Hope you like it.....
Perhaps it’s like imagining
you held tight upon
to gaze,
a stone of such fine and perfect fashioning,
that the light upon it
blazed.
And shimmering on it’s surface
wrought with patient
skill,
were countless sparkled facets
of exquisite wonder
milled.
And from a single light bright pointed,
that shone upon it
in,
there left as if a fountain
a scintillating
din.
A cascade of endless colour
all splintered far
and
sprayed,
all sheared from one within it,
and in splendor
spread,
arrayed.
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Happy New Year!
Happy New Year to All!
Brian and Shae hope that everyone has had a wonderful start to 2012.
We are working hard to finish this exciting project and see it come to life in print.
We would also like to thank everyone who has supported us so far in this book's journey.
Hoping your year to come is filled with Treasure, Adventure, Imagination, Books , Picnics and Daydreams come true!
P.S. Stay tuned for more exciting updates soon and here is another peek at a goldfish painting ...A Day At The Park!!!
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