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Monday, April 19, 2021
In Your Paradise
start music now
sounds of water, play now
with music
In Your Paradise
What are you doing? he asked
As I answered the phone
On a sunny, sacred Sunday
Autumn afternoon.
Without hesitation, in my poetic way
I replied, I am lying in a green and white room
Full of sunshine and rainbows
That are spun by little twirling prisms
In the bare windows
On a white sofa
Covered by a faux white mink throw,
Listening to the most gorgeous music
On the planet Earth.
A bamboo water fountain in the corner of the room
Is tickling my ears with it's delicate water song
And the cat is curled upon the carpet
In his favorite spot of warm Vitamin D.
I am sipping from a cup of green tea
Reading a book by an incredible woman
Who has traversed the world on amazing adventures
And in the traversing, learned who she is and who she is not.
I am gloriously happy in my little house
And my green and white room
Full of music and sun and peaceful moments
That I find so rarely in this run amok world.
It is a haven here now, alone, quiet, lovely
I have all I need for the moment
Dinner is cooking on the stove and the aroma is wonderful
Outside, the birds are rehearsing for an afternoon symphony
And I am their eager audience.
I feel no need to speak,
To hear no other voice,
To go anywhere or to do anything
But what I am doing now.
Soon, I will write a poem
And try to describe what it is I am feeling
And thinking and hearing on this beautiful Sunday afternoon
But that will come later.
Right now, I am content to just be
To just listen and hear and taste and touch
The supernatural beauty of this natural gift,
This day that only God could make,
This peace that only He can give.
It doesn't take much to make me happy
It doesn't have to be a palace,
It doesn't require a private island,
I do not need to be a queen.
All I need is what I have,
Who I am, where I lie,
A gentle sigh, a ray of sun
An orange leaf, a flow of water,
A violin and I am happy.
And he was quiet
With contemplation
I heard him thinking,
I felt him yearning
Over the phone from miles away.
And he said:
And what about me, Voo?
What about me?
Is there no spot
In that paradise in which you lie
No need or want or place for me?
And, without answer,
I hung up the phone
As gently as I could
Because I didn't want to say
What I wanted to say ...........
Perhaps when the night falls,
Perhaps, I'll change my mind
But in this moment,
I'm sorry,
No.
©by Voo Shining Stone
Oct 28, 2012
a true story
for S
Oct 28, 2012
a true story
for S
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