of life in its many forms.
Time in time. Breath ever lasting. Time ceases. When I am feeling the pressure of time, I allow time to meditate on time. I watch time flows in my will and out of my will, once again a reminder of my presence in time. Significant and insignificant. Essential and not.
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She is afraid of how she'll present in a crowd and to anyone - will she falter, will she seem stupid, will she know the best way to be. And she is fearful of what will happen as her mind tells her stories of worst outcomes of any situation. What if she can't cope? What… Continue reading Stories told
Oh so smooth... Take a moment, close your eyes, go there... ~FlorenceT © 2021 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
I am not a physically active person, preferring the comforts of a cozy armchair and a good book. Yet there are still a lot of movements and actions in my life, as a friend reminded me. I was conditioned to strive, to be effortful. A moment of rest deemed wasteful. The do-er in me conditioned… Continue reading Movements and stillness
As the clock ticks, Illusion of time, fast, slow, empty, not enough, slip through these fingers. The haiku is a contribution to Ronovan's Haiku Challenge #346. This week's prompt words are slip and time. If you are interested in participating, go to RonovanWrites and check out his weekly challenge published every Monday - it comes… Continue reading Time flows #haiku 346
I understand enough Mandarin, for it to serve me in my travels. So perhaps it is understanding what the lyrics mean that drew me to this song. Perhaps it is the poignant melody. Or both. The unofficial translation of the poetic Mandarin lyrics does not do it justice, yet it is the closest I could… Continue reading An ordinary path
“You’ve got a nice set-up here,” he said walking in. “Yes, I do spend quite a bit of time here, so it’s got to be comfortable,” I said. He gently touched the ornaments displayed, reading the spines of books which caught his attention. It is not often we get these relaxed times together, a sense… Continue reading These things
The real test is that your truth should be good for yourself… So don’t play the missionary… Let other people belong to themselves and look after their own improvement… If they are really satisfied, then nobody should disturb them. If they are not satisfied with what they possess, they will probably seek something better… ~… Continue reading Belonging to themselves
What does it actually mean, for you or another? Perhaps this poem resonates? sometimes I love you means I want to love you sometimes I love you means I'll stay a little while longer sometimes I love you means I'm not sure how to leave sometimes I love you means I have nowhere else to… Continue reading “I love you”
Been a while since I've written a haiku, more than a little rusty! She curls by my side A gentle soul, only trust, As fears paw her heart. The haiku is a contribution to Ronovan's Haiku Challenge #335. This week's prompt words are curl and paw. If you are interested in participating, go to… Continue reading fear/trust #haiku
Advancing, retreating... ebb and flow. Filling, emptying... replenishing and relinquishing. Deconstructing and reconstructing. This is how life is. Sometimes we are aware of this dynamic process, but often we are just living our daily lives, filled with busy events and tasks. Particularly during this pandemic, things seem a little repetitive and predictable. Sometimes we pay… Continue reading We are arriving
Today... letting it unfold, letting it go, letting it be... To not cling to plans, obsolete even as they are made. Stop...life goes on. ~ FlorenceT © 2020 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
For your contemplation... one who came as i became older the one who kept out of sight, the one who hid in dreams— she came again. her face was flush, as before. her fingers were long and thin, and she lay in my arms as always— calm and unmoving. between us there is only silence.… Continue reading one who came – a poem by kim sowol
I am neglecting her. And with this, attendant guilt. Not all the time, just enough to elevate the stress level. I do not believe that I must attend to her all the time, consistently and regularly. But I’d started out with this intention. And the habit had been long ingrained until recently. A new interest… Continue reading Which to honor?
Music, poetry, and books - all these have held me and continue to do so during these weird times, which are feeling strangely normal. I have long felt the value of artistic expressions and productions. Art has brought a certain gladness, many smiles and a sense of connection to something far greater than I. There… Continue reading What good is art?
Sunday... enjoy! ~ FlorenceT
There you are Thriving yet again, When you’ve been ripped Transplanted to another world, You’ve stayed silent But only for a while. Not content merely to live In the wind and rain You’ve danced merrily Wherever you are As if to say Watch me rise! There you are. ~ FlorenceT © 2020 FlorenceT Copyright reserved.… Continue reading There you are
Those rain clouds, the sheltering spring canopy, and delightful colours blossoming. I see through these lens, a view with grey filter. ~ FlorenceT © 2020 FlorenceT Copyright reserved. The author asserts her moral and legal rights over this work.
So I've been thinking... (it's a dangerous thing 🙂 ) That loving is an art. It is a form of doing and not a science. And how does one approach this art? To excel in art, we begin with the acquiring of knowledge (ie. know-how) then we practice it such that it becomes second nature… Continue reading Loving as art
A windy wintry day, somewhat unexpected three weeks into spring. I woke to the tinkling sound of wind chimes which hang on the front porch and sunlight peeping through the dark curtains. Looking out, everything beyond my window is silhouetted against the sun, and there it was - the Japanese maple tree transplanted to its… Continue reading Truth will emerge
