What do you know of my heart,
Heart of my heart?
Do you know the unrelenting worries
that fill my mind, unseen by the world?
Do you know the assiduous doubts
that oft plague my heart?
What do you know of my heart,
dearest friend of my soul?
You see my smile and my tears,
but do you see deeper still?
You hear me dance and see me sing
but can you feel my pulse within?
Heart of my heart,
dearest friend of my soul,
Between the two of you,
there is me.
And yet, how distant you
strive to be!
Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Friday, December 19, 2014
Listen, Look, Feel
Listen.
Listen to the rustling leaves
as they whisper the Earth's secrets;
Look.
Look at the magical colours
of the Sun warming the illumined Sky;
Feel.
Feel the Water wash against the
Shining shore, bathing it in eternal bliss.
Listen to the rustling leaves
as they whisper the Earth's secrets;
Look.
Look at the magical colours
of the Sun warming the illumined Sky;
Feel.
Feel the Water wash against the
Shining shore, bathing it in eternal bliss.
Thursday, December 04, 2014
Little Cat's Adventure
Once upon a time there was a little cat called, Little Cat, who was often mistaken for a kitten. Little Cat was happy to be thought of (well, majority of the time) as a kitten.
This was one of those times. If people knew that he was not a kitten he was going to be in big trouble. He didn't mean to have done any damage. It just sort of happened, you know?
It all started in the wee hours of the morning. The sun was shining bright and Little Cat was having trouble sleeping, so he crept out of his tiny basket and stalked lazily to the window sill. The sun was exuberantly inviting beyond the curtains that were in Little Cat's way, blocking him from the delights of the mirthful sunshine. Little Cat crouched low on his paws and sneaked under the giant cream curtains. The sun glistened against the silver sheers and Little Cat pranced about, enjoying the play of the sun rays against his golden fur.
But, Little Cat soon tired of this game, so under the sheers he went and stood overlooking the wonderful garden outside: how delightful it all looked! Now, Little Cat simply did not understand why he should be here, inside, behind this big boring window when all the world's delightful things were on the outside.
Little Cat cried out in a kitten-like mew and turned away from the window, almost as if he was resigned to his imprisonment, when a noise from the glorious world outside caught his attention. Lo and behold, there outside was Little Cat's arch enemy - Big Cat. And, Big Cat was mewing and prancing around the garden with no care in the world.
This was one of those times. If people knew that he was not a kitten he was going to be in big trouble. He didn't mean to have done any damage. It just sort of happened, you know?
It all started in the wee hours of the morning. The sun was shining bright and Little Cat was having trouble sleeping, so he crept out of his tiny basket and stalked lazily to the window sill. The sun was exuberantly inviting beyond the curtains that were in Little Cat's way, blocking him from the delights of the mirthful sunshine. Little Cat crouched low on his paws and sneaked under the giant cream curtains. The sun glistened against the silver sheers and Little Cat pranced about, enjoying the play of the sun rays against his golden fur.
But, Little Cat soon tired of this game, so under the sheers he went and stood overlooking the wonderful garden outside: how delightful it all looked! Now, Little Cat simply did not understand why he should be here, inside, behind this big boring window when all the world's delightful things were on the outside.
Little Cat cried out in a kitten-like mew and turned away from the window, almost as if he was resigned to his imprisonment, when a noise from the glorious world outside caught his attention. Lo and behold, there outside was Little Cat's arch enemy - Big Cat. And, Big Cat was mewing and prancing around the garden with no care in the world.
This was the last straw! Little Cat would not tolerate this. He had to go into the sun and smell the roses too, and loiter around with his tail straight-up, he was sure he would look better than Big Cat. Little Cat made a plan. He was going to break free. He scooted back into his room, where his tiny basket was resting disapprovingly in the corner. He looked around and meowed in satisfaction as he found what he was looking for - his escape from misery, out into the garden.
Silently, Little Cat stole into the cupboard and emerged hastily pawing and moving a hard, white golf ball and a soft yarn of wool. He easily lopped onto the table and expertly looped the wool, using his paws and jaws,around the golf ball and then over and around the light bulb. Little Cat, then clamped his jaw over the other end of the yarn, where the golf ball was secured. He began to spin around in giant circles, faster and faster, till he was dizzy and clumsily scampered to a corner, as the white ball, also dizzy, hit the gap in the curtains and tore through the sheers.
"Bannnng," there was a huge clatter and Little Cat slinked out of his corner, a big grin spreading across his whiskers:a Cheshire grin, calling to mind the larger than life grin of the cat in Alice in Wonderland.
Little Proud Cat strutted towards and examined the big break in the window. It was perfect. He squeezed through and flopped straight into the muddy garden patch. He eventually crawled out of the mud and continued to strut along the stony path where Big Cat had strolled, earlier. Little Cat stopped in front of the red roses and sniffed the air and shook his head in delight.He then had a delightful time chasing a red robin from it's various perches. Mewing in delight, he walked around and about, heedless to the mud he was depositing on the white stone path.
He crept under the bushes and spotted Big Cat. Deciding that nothing would be more fun than to scare Big Cat by jumping on him, he stealthily inched his way towards his adversary. "meoooowwww!" Little Cat leapt ferociously onto Big Cat's stunned and startled back!
"MEEEEEOOOOWWW!" Big Cat, bewildered, threw off his attacker and scrambled into his kennel.
Little Cat was the happiest animal in the world! He whistled and played around in what was now his garden.
Some minutes later, Little Cat was playing catch with a butterfly, when a dark looming shadow passed over him. He wasn't scared of Big Cat, so he didn't care. He moved left to see if the sun would shine on him again, but it didn't. He moved to the right and still no sunshine fell on him.
Little Cat turned around to see why Big Cat had such a big shadow, but there was no Big Cat to be seen, and before he could turn around again, something hit him hard on his back, and then many things pelted him. Little cat mewed in terror, he had never felt such big rain drops! And how they pursued him as he scrambled onto the stone path and sprinted for his life. Knowing he couldn't enter Big Cat's kennel, he dragged himself past it and ran towards the great big window with the golf ball hole.
But Little Cat had a problem, he needed to climb a pretty white ledge to reach the window, and he was as muddy as muddy can be. Little cat was shivering now, his fur dirty and wet, as the thunder boomed, and the lightning seemed to chase his tail. Little Cat climbed and slithered, climbed and slithered, and at last he reached his window sill. The thunder boomed again and little cat scampered into his little hole; scrambled over the sheers, leaving them brown; tangled himself, panicked, into the curtains (marking them brown with his wet, soiled fur). How the rain scared him!
Disentangling himself, he ran to his basket, leaving paw marks behind, and cowered in his basket. He heard his mistresses voice call out to him, and he was relieved that she thought he was a kitten, because a cat like him would never do all the naughty things he had, and a cat like him would not be scared of the rain! He mewed piteously as she approached him.
Silently, Little Cat stole into the cupboard and emerged hastily pawing and moving a hard, white golf ball and a soft yarn of wool. He easily lopped onto the table and expertly looped the wool, using his paws and jaws,around the golf ball and then over and around the light bulb. Little Cat, then clamped his jaw over the other end of the yarn, where the golf ball was secured. He began to spin around in giant circles, faster and faster, till he was dizzy and clumsily scampered to a corner, as the white ball, also dizzy, hit the gap in the curtains and tore through the sheers.
"Bannnng," there was a huge clatter and Little Cat slinked out of his corner, a big grin spreading across his whiskers:a Cheshire grin, calling to mind the larger than life grin of the cat in Alice in Wonderland.
Little Proud Cat strutted towards and examined the big break in the window. It was perfect. He squeezed through and flopped straight into the muddy garden patch. He eventually crawled out of the mud and continued to strut along the stony path where Big Cat had strolled, earlier. Little Cat stopped in front of the red roses and sniffed the air and shook his head in delight.He then had a delightful time chasing a red robin from it's various perches. Mewing in delight, he walked around and about, heedless to the mud he was depositing on the white stone path.
He crept under the bushes and spotted Big Cat. Deciding that nothing would be more fun than to scare Big Cat by jumping on him, he stealthily inched his way towards his adversary. "meoooowwww!" Little Cat leapt ferociously onto Big Cat's stunned and startled back!
"MEEEEEOOOOWWW!" Big Cat, bewildered, threw off his attacker and scrambled into his kennel.
Little Cat was the happiest animal in the world! He whistled and played around in what was now his garden.
Some minutes later, Little Cat was playing catch with a butterfly, when a dark looming shadow passed over him. He wasn't scared of Big Cat, so he didn't care. He moved left to see if the sun would shine on him again, but it didn't. He moved to the right and still no sunshine fell on him.
Little Cat turned around to see why Big Cat had such a big shadow, but there was no Big Cat to be seen, and before he could turn around again, something hit him hard on his back, and then many things pelted him. Little cat mewed in terror, he had never felt such big rain drops! And how they pursued him as he scrambled onto the stone path and sprinted for his life. Knowing he couldn't enter Big Cat's kennel, he dragged himself past it and ran towards the great big window with the golf ball hole.
But Little Cat had a problem, he needed to climb a pretty white ledge to reach the window, and he was as muddy as muddy can be. Little cat was shivering now, his fur dirty and wet, as the thunder boomed, and the lightning seemed to chase his tail. Little Cat climbed and slithered, climbed and slithered, and at last he reached his window sill. The thunder boomed again and little cat scampered into his little hole; scrambled over the sheers, leaving them brown; tangled himself, panicked, into the curtains (marking them brown with his wet, soiled fur). How the rain scared him!
Disentangling himself, he ran to his basket, leaving paw marks behind, and cowered in his basket. He heard his mistresses voice call out to him, and he was relieved that she thought he was a kitten, because a cat like him would never do all the naughty things he had, and a cat like him would not be scared of the rain! He mewed piteously as she approached him.
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