And I write and I write and I write.
Then I write and I chant my verses, and my views, and the thoughts.
Like buds, from the tree of my soul, becoming leaves, glowing green, then becoming yellow and then falling.
Wind comes, and they fly,
unseen they rustle, unheard.
Is this important, or not?
No, it isn’t, yes, it is,
yet no, it is not,
yet, it is.
The sap of my heart will never stop them living,
blossoming every season passing season,
new snowdrops, and lilies, and shamrock leaves
and deep sorrow willow branches.
No, not important,
yes important,
The tree sees the other trees
and smiles.
In Hard Times
In hard times we learn. There are things we can learn.
In hard times comes out the best and worst, it pops out.
In hard times we must do what’s best what will bring us to better times. There’s no other way. It is the easiest of the lessons, the most logic.
We should do what makes us grow, not what stops it. We should pursue what makes us stronger, more than ever we should.
We should not indulge in what will not allow growing paralysed by apparent needs, that prevents us to reach for more.
In hard times I ask myself.
Am I doing what leads to growth ?
Is there something I should sacrifice?
Is there Something I can do better, something I should give up, to achieve greater goodness?
If I want things to go on and to be better, if that is my goal, if in the end I know that the reward will be something greater, then I should do all it needs. Giving up what needs to be released and hold more to what’s needed to achieve that.
This is true at all levels.
That is true about giving up little freedoms like a run, and finding a different solution, in the time of the pendemic.
This is true about something left something unsaid, and we can do that call, or apologize, because it was a nonsense.
This is true at work, where we can leave someone else take our merit, because it will lead nowhere, and that way we can complete a project.
This is true in the public and in the deepest private.
If we believe into something bigger being possible, then we should.
If we truly believe there is greatness, then we should.
The world is beautiful and each of us can contribute.
Hard times teaches this
(but yes, FUCK hard times we are soulful humans, we can smile ).
Primroses
It is an incredibly warm winter.
Primroses are showing their newborn heads, in January.
February will come and it might bring its icy days.
That would kill the innocent blossoming buds.
It would kill these innocent primroses I have in the garden together with thousands other buds.
With no one to cry for them, guilty of nothing.
We, did that. Inattentive humans, caring only for ourselves did that.
Small naughty primroses,
innocent and beautiful, you wanted so much to bless the world with your colours to risk your life for your desire to bring us smiles.
Small naughty primroses,
I know you will do it again and again,
every season, never learning, never resisting to give love.
Beautiful little primroses,
I see us in there. I see the spirit of every little girl in you.
I see believing in dreams, in your simple “being”.
Kitty Michelle's Universe 