New Year's Eve 2000

Counting down: 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, One...
On one I married my self symbolizing Oneness in 200one.
If you can't love your self, you can't love anyone.
This being the sacred oath I promised my self.
And 8 years later... I still can't love my self enough.
Please insert sexual innuendo here if you choose.
But know that I am beyond this too.
This is a part of the sum of all that I am.
This... and much, much, more...

I share this with you, as I don't want secrets between you and I. You may choose to stay or go anytime, just remember to close my virtual door behind you. And know that you are more than welcome to return at any time in your own journey of knowing your own self.

In public washrooms
I am the one who leaves
a square or two
for you.

I am a poet...
and I didn't even...
r-e-a-l-i-z-e it.

Note: Google Photo

This is "Buddha Blues".
She's my cat.
She plays fetch.
She gives high fives.
She snores.
She winks.
She sits up like a gopher for treats.
She meets and greets every one who comes through the door of our home. And many, many moons ago she was not this cat.
She was abused.
She would go without food for days.
She would live off only crackers at times.
Her kitty litter non existent,
replaced by newspapers.
Meaner than mean.
She would claw and hiss at you.
What happened?
Love.
The End.
And The Beginning.
All rolled up in One.

Lover

Lover: n. One who loves.

This mug belongs to a friend of mine. Although, if two or more gather, she makes sure that it is mine.

I bow down in gratitude for friends such as her.