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Day ends in dark grey
a silver setting for this
emerald city
9/18/07
a silver setting for this
emerald city
9/18/07
Toads or Diamonds?
Apr. 15th, 2013 11:02 pmMore found poetry. Remember these?
1.
Miss Muffet, vegan now,
Eats her cruelty-free bean curd
Peacefully buddhist.
2.
Mamma's lasagna
reinvented with tofu
healthy comfort food
3.
tiny tofu cubes
with miso and green onion
swimming in hot broth
4.
cold, sweet, and creamy
dessert after a fine meal
who knew? it's tofu!
5.
Freeze-dried, shelf-safe blocks
Merky can't read the kanji
Kai attempts to help
6.
Even Thai food
tastes better when ordered with
veges and tofu.
7.
Sizzling dim sum
deep fried, hot, golden pillows
Oh! My mouth waters!
8.
Silken tofu
becomes a chocolate pie
with no leftovers.
9.
Her domestic love:
a humble legume transformed
not a bean gone bad.
10.
Ice-box almost bare
block of tofu, curry paste
I have my dinner
11.
That 80's icon
Sponsoring low-fat cooking
I pity the 'fu.
body.spirit.mind
Apr. 26th, 2008 06:08 pmpain is a message
healing will come afterward
from understanding
Tribe doesn't seem to want to post my musings. I just realized that on Tribe, one must always "submit". {grin} Perhaps I am being too assertive.
( The fine line is the mirror's edge )
healing will come afterward
from understanding
Tribe doesn't seem to want to post my musings. I just realized that on Tribe, one must always "submit". {grin} Perhaps I am being too assertive.
( The fine line is the mirror's edge )
Secret message of the slow smile
Jun. 20th, 2007 01:34 pmOnce upon a time
When I was a butterfly
I dreamed of chaos
I gave up my wings
Or, really, my hope of them
I dreamed of changes
Both water and fire
I dream of pretty things now
Like friendship and love
Cocktails and good food
And kindness and honesty
Books for me to read
Singing if I wish
Creating beauty in beads
And writing haiku
With or without wings
No one takes the sky from me
Or my waiting smile
When I was a butterfly
I dreamed of chaos
I gave up my wings
Or, really, my hope of them
I dreamed of changes
Both water and fire
I dream of pretty things now
Like friendship and love
Cocktails and good food
And kindness and honesty
Books for me to read
Singing if I wish
Creating beauty in beads
And writing haiku
With or without wings
No one takes the sky from me
Or my waiting smile
Wheel of Morality, turn, turn, turn
Nov. 22nd, 2005 06:17 pmStill finds beauty at her feet
knowing how to See
This morning, feeling that a long-ish walk would do me good, I walked to work along the waterfront instead of waiting for my connecting bus. By the trolley stop, I noticed a bit of polished purple in the dirt, which turned out to be an amethyst bead. It had friends.
Someone must have broken a necklace or a bracelet. 31 nice drilled tumble beads, 12 gold round beads, ground into the dirt. I spent a few minutes picking them out.