Sails on the Sea

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The clock is ticking away time, and matching the
rhythm of my own heartbeat, tick, tick, tick.
I cannot sleep, and counting sheep does not work.
I close my eyes tight and what do I see drifting
gently by in the warm breeze, but the triangle shape
of a candy-cane sail skimming by as if it was a water
bug on the sea.
Drifting in the air was a salty mist I could taste, and the
smell of seaweed.
Seagulls were taking off and landing on the sail as
if planes on a runway.
Next came a square shape sun colored sail gliding
over the ice with its runners, as if it was wearing
a pair of ice skate.
Drifting in the air was pine, and circle’s and swirls of
white that stuck to my eyelashes, and made my skin
break out in rough sandpaper bumps.
It had grown so quiet I could of heard a pin drop.
The breeze stopped, and so did the boats, one on the
slippery ice, the other on the sea that now reminded me
of a mirror. I look into the sea, and seen that stars
of yellow, green, orange, red, and blue, had fallen
from the heavens above.
I made a wish, and the next thing I knew the
warmth of the sun was reaching towards me as if it
had arms, through the open window.
The clock still ticking away time, that match my own
heartbeat. Tick, tick, tick!
Counting sheep does not work, but counting sails on the sea,
time just sails by.

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Happy Gardening


I want to thank you for this wonderful post about gardening. I love to spend time working in my yard. Can totally loose myself in it and find it so rewarding, planting and growing flowers. It really helps the human psyche and keeps the doctor away like you write. Want to share this wonderful post with my readers.
Many hugs to all of you! Veraiconica

Originally posted on The World according to Dina:

Happy Gardening
Frohes Gärtnern

In a garden the world was lost,
in a garden it was released.

In einem Garten ging die Welt verloren,
in einem Garten ward sie erlöst.

Blaise Pascal

Hanne Siebers_Welcome_Collage_kleinEveryone knows, that we, the Bookfayries, are closely related to the flower fairies. Therefore Dina and our Master ask us to write something about gardening for the National Garden Week in England. 

Wir Buchfeen sind bekanntlich eng verwandt mit den Blumenfeen. So baten uns Dina und Masterchen, zur National Garden Week in England etwas zum Garten zu schreiben.

You wouldn’t believe it but we love working in our garden. “Every hour spent in the garden saves you five hours at the doctor’s”, is the credo of our Master. But he often forgets that we have our garden not only for working but for enjoying too. Gardens have often been the place of erotics and seduction since the garden…

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above and around
stretching limitlessly
from horizon to horizon
touching the elements
air, water, fire and earth
embracing all creatures
sustaining life
insects, and birds
you and me
breathing its purity
and expansiveness
caught in its daydreams
clouds pass through like fantasies
night-jewelled by stars
such wonder

ever expansive

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Like Goldfish


like goldfish
swimming in confined pond
adjust consciousness
and body-size
to limitations of environment
creatures in captivity
depend on nature’s grace
for sustenance and stimulation

when the dam walls
are broken and an opportunity
comes to move into bigger space
both body and mind leap
at the chance
because life and growth
go hand in hand

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