Funny how we love

in the way we want to be loved,

how we think of others in the way

we want to be thought of, how feeling

abandoned I vow never to abandon,

how being termed a disappointment

I slave not to disapprove, how finally

disappointment and disapproval

grow indiscernible as burns from

ice or heat, how now I’m up in the

night certain if I disappoint you

I am not worthy of your love, how

loving’s become an obsession with

correcting the past, as if I’m strapped

to this rear-view mirror always looking

behind to move ahead, with this cramp

in my heart which I must hold till

it softens.

And when it softens, there will be

no waiting for you to speak first.

No more moping in that self-

mortared purgatory between

the feeling and the actual

living of it.

No, this time, I will take your hand

without hesitation as if you or I

are about to die, and if we live,

where our hands join, a flower

whose nectar will attract

even God.

This time, I will honor everything

including how rabbits chew

without looking at their food,

and how your aunt, now bed-ridden,

twists her hair as her mother did,

and how branches broken

stir the mud till flowers

split the gate.

This time,

I will enter the silence

in which my heart wakes, crisp

as the blue above God’s wing.

This time, joy.

~Mark Nepo

dive into a creative way to express your longing, your joy, your hopes for this new year…..

inquiry for today~   really enjoy this day……this beautiful day of the season……

bliss is simplicity

Only a total dance, an authentic love, a whole-hearted joy, may perhaps create some miracles around you. But you will not be the one who has done them; you will not be the one who can brag about them. They will happen only when you are not.   ~Osho