I have forget-me-nots blooming in my garden right now...in Maine...in November...that's nothing short of miraculous.

“in time of daffodils (who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why, remember how

in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so (forgetting seem)

in time of roses (who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if, remember yes

in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek (forgetting find)

and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me, remember me”
~E.E. Cummings

Mad Girl's Love Song

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

~Sylvia Plath

I went for a walk in the rain...enjoying the late fall color.  Winter will come too soon.

Hopeful...

"The world is not respectable; it is mortal, tormented, confused, deluded forever; but it is shot through with beauty, with love, with glints of courage and laughter; and in these, the spirit blooms timidly, and struggles to the light amid the thorns."
~George Santayana

My advice for the day...

Be careful who you put your trust in.  Trusting the wrong person can turn an idealist into a cynic...and the world doesn't need any more cynics.

“Last night I wept. I wept because the process by which I have become woman was painful. I wept because I was no longer a child with a child's blind faith. I wept because my eyes were opened to reality....I wept because I could not believe anymore and I love to believe. I can still love passionately without believing. That means I love humanly. I wept because I have lost my pain and I am not yet accustomed to its absence.”
~Anaïs Nin

Wise words from a favorite author...

"How can one person be more real than any other? Well, some people do hide and others seek. Maybe those who are in hiding - escaping encounters, avoiding surprises, protecting their property, ignoring their fantasies, restricting their feelings, sitting out the pan pipe hootchy-kootch of experience - maybe those people, people who won't talk to rednecks, or if they're rednecks won't talk to intellectuals, people who're afraid to get their shoes muddy or their noses wet, afraid to eat what they crave, afraid to drink Mexican water, afraid to bet a long shot to win, afraid to hitchhike, jaywalk, honky-tonk, cogitate, osculate, levitate, rock it, bop it, sock it, or bark at the moon, maybe such people are simply inauthentic, and maybe the jacket humanist who says differently is due to have his tongue fried on the hot slabs of Liar's Hell. Some folks hide, and some folks seek, and seeking, when it's mindless, neurotic, desperate, or pusillanimous can be a form of hiding. But there are folks who want to know and aren't afraid to look and won't turn tail should they find it - and if they never do, they'll have a good time anyway because nothing, neither the terrible truth nor the absence of it, is going to cheat them out of one honest breath of Earth's sweet gas."
~Tom Robbins (Still Life with Woodpecker)

The Awakening

THE AWAKENING

In the early dawn of happiness
you gave me three kisses
so that I would wake up
to this moment of love.

I tried to remember in my heart
what I'd dreamt about
during the night
before I became aware
of this moving
of life.

I found my dreams
but the moon took me away.
It lifted me up to the firmament
and suspended me there.
I saw how my heart had fallen
on your path
singing a song.

Between my love and my heart
things were happening which
slowly slowly
made me recall everything.

You amuse me with your touch
although I can't see your hands.
You have kissed me with tenderness
although I haven't seen your lips.
You are hidden from me

But it is you who keeps me alive.

Perhaps the time will come
when you will tire of kisses.
I shall be happy
even for insults from you
I only ask that you
keep some attention on me.

~Rumi