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Snowflakes gently falling on a snow-covered grave as mourners come to pay respect in Woodbine where she lays Preacher dressed in black with the good book in his hand, ministers to each of us - helps me understand - though she’s no longer with me, it’s all part of His plan. The message of the gospel soothes the pain in my heart… one day I’ll be with her again - for a while we’ll be apart. Unseen angels comfort me yet tears stream down my face as I hear whispered messages of everlasting grace; how beautiful is everything - in life, in death and in this space. “Smell the roses pastel pink – sitting pretty on the spray… Cheer up, now” – is what she’d say - “It’s February 14th, Valentine’s Day!” She lived her life with love and joy, showing me, showing us, showing everyone the way. © Lorene Rogers Feb. 14, 2023

she knew he was gone even before he was born this death before life still she carried him crying him to heavens doors bathing him in tears ~ ©️ Priya Patel,  Jan 16, 24 🕉 Artwork by Medha Srivastava titled Motherlove

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Your words brush silky on my psyche Their touch as real as my hand I'd love to pull you close and move My lips upon your chin. Your warmth sparks the hidden me Burrowed in that secret place You show me your skills and me Wanting only to please. Its only words upon this page And thoughts so hot they burn If only I unleashed my will To send love in return.

Together we walk in the rainy dusk Lushness and silence surround Save for the pitter patter  Of all those drops coming down Two bundles trudging side by side Heads down in defensive stance Wet and alone on this daily chore Hunkered below protective branch I love to walk in the autumn rain Feeling mist lite on my skin Heavenly waters quelling thirst Feeding trees and living beings My dog however hates to go He’s not a fan and wonders  For what good reason are we here Wet soaking through our covers He doesn’t comprehend its he Who has all the control We’d hurry in if only he’d  Kindly finish up the show Jumping puddles, straddling gutter Rivers with leaf boats floating by We’re homeward bound and not too soon Neither of us remains dry

Left me alone in silence screaming how could this happen to us Left me alone or was I just dreaming The one I thought I could trust Couldn’t stop shaking my heart was breaking a stabbing pain in my chest As he stared at the ceiling my heart was reeling I had always given my best… And now -- this mountain… My lips were trembling couldn’t hold back the tears for I knew in my heart as he tore it apart The heartache would last for years ©Lorene Rogers Oct. 10, 2022

Where leads this beckoning road, This silent, time-worn street? Does it lead to secret places, where Angels and demons meet? Or, does it fade with forward steps, And slowly cease to be? Perhaps it reaches unknown lands, Which I am doomed to never see. Yet I cannot long each road ignore, Nor allow my steps to turn, From each strange path to somewhere, And new things I must learn. Donovan Baldwin

Warm sunlight on my back Teasing me with its summer speak Knowing this soon would be gone And unwelcome winter will come Two long shadows and one short That’s us on our afternoon walk Crisp breeze and sunlight warm Making our way to park and home

Sanchin is the first kata or form in Uechi-Ryu Karate. It is also our "stance". I wrote this when I was teaching. Sanchin Sanchin isn’t in your feet. Sanchin isn’t in your knees. Sanchin isn’t in the tuck of your hips, not even in your elbow grease. Sanchin isn’t held in your arms, nor is it in your fingertips You might try, the look in the eye, But you won’t find sanchin. The only way to find sanchin, is to know these things combined. (Pictured below- Sanchin Stance- Mr. Uechi-) Thanks for the read! K~