If yesterday was, tomorrow would be

To Dance

2009-02-23T07:32:00.002-08:00

Dec 15, 2000, written while listening to 80's alternatives

Exhilaration
That’s what I feel
When I dance,

When each limb is flying
In it’s own creative way
Moving
Grooving
Jumping,

I’m at my happiest
When all I can feel is rhythm
A constant beat
Where the ground shakes
And there is no limit to my heartbeat,

It doesn’t matter where I am
Or who’s around
I just want to kick my feet up
And be a clown,

Exhilaration
Fascination
Creation
Dancing with the best of moods
The best of me

Just
Dancing…………..

A Prayer for every Season

2009-02-23T07:32:00.001-08:00

Feb 21, 2001, from my collection of prayers

Lord,
thank you for awaking me this morning
for greeting me with the bright sun
blue clouds
and birds chirping my name,

Lord,
thank you for grey skies today
for clouds heavy with water
strong winds
and the warmth of my coat wrapped around me,

Lord,
thank you for the storm last evening
for lashing rains
mountains of snow
and the shelter that protected me,

in every season,
you are there to protect me
in sun, snow, rain and wind,
you are my savior
my warm coat, my roof and my umbrella…

The Fairytale to be

2009-02-23T07:29:00.000-08:00

Dec 1, 2001, written to my husband, Sunil

There once was a princess
Who lived 3,000 miles away,
Away from the prince
That would soon rescue her from today,

This princess wanted to love
Love deeply, warmly and generously,
The prince he wanted a friend
A lover and a companion you see,

Where would he go
Where would he find her,
Next door, across the street
Or across a sea of silver,

The princess met her prince
Through families of three,
A match for old fairytales
They were made for each other you see,

Fairytales are not just for dreaming
They do come true for believers,
Relish your hours of sleep
For you may awake to your wishes, you dreamer….

With the Wind

2009-02-23T07:20:00.000-08:00

Aug 1, 2003 , written on a Friday afternoon

Where flowers dance with the wind
And the water is warm and blue
That’s where I want to be with you,

Where colors are vivid, bold and black
Where emotions are happy and tragic
That’s where my heart opens it’s widest,

The wind hears me when I am silent
And when I am loud
It shouts and blows and I am silent again,

It carries the scent of love to me
It breezes hurt and depression
When I least expect it,

You can be with me if you want
But I do not welcome odious air
Only flowers that dance in the wind.