“You’ve gotta dance like there’s nobody watching,
Love like you’ll never be hurt,
Sing like there’s nobody listening,
And live like it’s heaven on earth.”
– William W. Purkey
Tag: joy
“Here’s the mail that never fails, it makes me wanna wag my tail, when it comes I wanna yell, MAIL!”
Yea yea, I’m quoting Blues Clues. I know were supposed to all be grown and boring and stiff, but I still love getting packages in the mail. It’s a building anticipation of something good. A private party thrown by some invisible person who selected you specifically because you’re just special like that. You tear into the package with the beating heart of a child. Doesn’t really matter what it is, it’s just that it’s there and it’s yours and that’s all that matters in the world. One important attribute we should never lose as we age is appreciation of the little things. Children are so content sometimes with the simplest of things. They are so keen in to the moment itself that nothing else matters in the world. Yesterday has gone and tomorrow may never come. All we ever have is this moment and the taking advantage of what it offers. Life is serious enough; each day already packed with its own set of circumstances. That said, I would love to sit and be mean with all you grown people who don’t really know what it means to curl your mouths up into that positive looking gesture, however I just got books in the mail I am dying to devour; we can complain about your problems later.
Today…
“You’ve gotta dance like there’s nobody watching,
Love like you’ll never be hurt,
Sing like there’s nobody listening,
And live like it’s heaven on earth.” – William W. Purkey
Nothing To Do
“I’ve got nothing to do today but smile.” ― Paul Simon
A Private Symphony
When deep breaths are like swallowing hurricanes that stir up in your stomach
like roller-coasters
and leave you holding on to jagged tooth remains of your invisibility
call upon the deliverance of notebooks and journals
or the speedy salvation of the keyboard
make them your masterpieces
Those days
When you feel like quarter notes
beaten and broken in half
those days
when invisibility finds you sitting beside yourself
those days
when all you need is a reminder
simply press upon the pedal of inspiration
dig inside the pockets of circumstance and resurrect joy from the pit of destruction
sing
and strike the cord of your thoughts firmly against the keys of motivation
for your fingers are golden today
and they bleed truth from the depths of an inner consciousness
Indeed, your words are beautiful today
pulling back the symbolic layers of your metaphors and deciphering your definitions
I can see why your rhymes curve perfectly around the waist of melodies
and swim better than oceans
so play
play us a song
like tongues taste new wine, bring the heat of our passion together like fire to chocolate
because you are special today
and all we need is a beat
a cleft
a time signature
a note
a rest
a song…a stepping stone
to play just the right scripture to guide us back to the music sheet
Yea, something like that
something like
a private symphony
Thank You
Make it a habit to tell people thank you. To express your appreciation, sincerely and without the expectation of anything in return. Truly appreciate those around you, and you’ll soon find many others around you. Truly appreciate life, and you’ll find that you have more of it. – Ralph Marston
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