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NaPoWriMo: Day 25, 26, 27, 28, 29

Wow, how this week has flown! I've been writing, but not posting, so here we go... Non-attachment No permanence It's all up for grabs Nothing lasts forever And it seems such a negative way to see the world But the Buddha said it best Damn Buddha. ---------------------------------- Sudden Realization Everything I've been told is gone Long gone Here I am standing Amidst beautiful, thin, tall, handsome, sexy people Uncertain, unworthy and unprepared Searching for guidance I realize it is only my hand that I have to hold It is only me To dance this one, last dance So, here I go, here I flow May god help me. -------------------------- China Sun shines through bonsai trees While orange leaves with red tips blow Ever silently in the breeze. We sit on plum benches, sipping from delicate tea cups Letting the majestic oneness of this qi take us away To 16th century China, to gardens created purposefully for the delight of the soul. A study, a lounge, a gazebo and intricate carvings Tell us an important story We lean in to listen more closely. Outside, the city bustles But we can't hear it, and we don't want to Instead, we sip tea and remember simplicity. ------------------------------- The Dog In My Dreams I feel him I cannot see him Or grasp anything but the color Of his hair. It's golden brown And he feels so warm. He loves me, I am sure of it And I, I am crazy in love with him But I can't see him I can only feel him I strain to recapture any image of him I give up, hoping he'll return Knowing that when I meet him, face-to-face I will know And he will be mine forever. ------------------------------------ Trey Mikael You scared me at first. You were blue and silent wet, with a cord so close to your neck I stopped breathing momentarily frightened that you would not be alright. She rubbed your little, puffed up chest and you began to scream, bloody murder. You were not happy with us 0r happy with the last 16 hours really. Being pushed and pulled and finally dragged by your neck into this new world. Nurses surrounded you and you screamed louder I took pictures - did the flash startle you? I turned it off as soon as I could I was eager to reach out to you, to touch you. As they wiped you down, rather roughly, I thought I spoke to you I told you how much I loved you. When your dad held you, I whispered quietly in your ear and you stopped crying. Your eyes, heavy from the drama of birth shuffled over to the sound of my voice. It was familiar, wasn't it? I had been talking to you for some time now You were tired, your mom was tired, we were all exhausted It was 3:30am after all. But all of that to say, thank you Thank you for coming into this world Trey for choosing us as your new family in this crazy, mad little world of ours. Thank you. Copyright 2011 Heather Strang