IT’S NOT REALLY DANCING

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It’s not really dancing.

It’s the joy  we share.

It is deep within us, it is always there.

Some call it Love. It is April. It’s Home.

The Gift of Life; we know where it’s from.

 

We clap. We hum; will it disappear?

Perhaps we lack focus. What now do we hear?

The Sound of Silence?

Are we lonely now?

Yes, for the moment.

The Stillness of Tao.

 

Harken the rhythm. We’re not apart.

We hum. Yes we do, to the beat of our heart.

We hum with our pulse. Really? We hum.

And then…..

We rise up and dance.

 

But it isn’t really dancing… not really… is it?

 

HELLO FRIENDS

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Hello friends,

This is CRUMBS. Everything in the universe is made from the crumbs of something else.

I have been writing poetry, essays and  humorous dialogue for decades. The CRUMBS blog site was established as a place to  gather the best of these. For the duration of 2015 I will post each Saturday from one of six other blog sites.

I am devoting more time now to writing books about popular concepts as viewed from an entirely different light.

Thank you for your support.

Lee Broom.

 

HI, HOW ARE YA?

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HI, HOW ARE YA?

When I turn to God and say “Hello” and He answers “Hi, How are ya?”

I  look a little closer; Who will he be tomorra?

Today he may be Clara, tomorra perhaps Claude

The next day may be Manny; yesterday was Maude.

 

I really don’t know What or Who or even When or If God Is.

What I do know is that when I call on God I find Love.

When I Accept that Love I find Knowledge.

When I apply that Knowledge I find Friendship.

When I share that Friendship I discover more Love.

Johnny Be Good (Photography by Sandra Schou)

MUD PIES MAKE MY DAYp

Photography by Sandra Schou

Johnny Be Good my friend, my pal
To yourself as well as to others.
Amends is the key to the day you’ll be free
Of the fear of being bothered.
Bothered by memories, bothered to hear
Of impending loneliness year after year.

Johnny Be Good my friend, my pal
To yourself as well as to others.
Be good to yourself; you’ll find it true,
That you’ll eagerly seek to be ready to do,
The things we can do though bothered.
Be ready my friend to be bothered.