Festival time - A favorite time of year When Mothers and Fathers sing the their children as gifts Dance in the love of Old Grandpa Wally Even when he can't find his socks, or sits on the dog Aunt Dorcas bought the tickets to the Fantasy Festival So all the good little Girls and Boyos can play!
Open your arms To the Fountain of Clowns Open your family To the Fountain of Clowns Open your Daddy To the Fountain of Clowns Open your Mommy To the Fountain of Clowns
Will you go with me to ride the Spring Mares? Or see the sights at the Showy-Magic Tent? Maybe learn what the Pizzazz Wizard sees for our Tomorrows? Maybe a kiss at the Promisatorium All of your Sister's dreams can die and be born again If your tired, rest your head on Brother's lap and take a drink
Open your eyes To the Fountain of Clowns Open your heart To the Fountain of Clowns Open your insides To the Fountain of Clowns Open your mouth To the Fountain of Clowns
Laughing and Crying are the flavors of love The scars on your heart will open its flowers Look deep in the eyes of the children who surround you Ask them for love with your arms and your tears The sun in the sky was meant for your Heart Maybe the Queen of Summer will never end
Open your past To the Fountain of Clowns Open your future To the Fountain of Clowns Open your body To the Fountain of Clowns Open your heart To the Fountain of Clowns
Take a walk with me to the festival grounds - Let us see what magic we can make!
Steinbeck’s restless ghost whispers to me as I tiptoe along a stone seawall. He steers me away from the bay back to the old sandstone churches built by native hands,
back to music festivals and artisan fairs full of mild, white cheeses and would-be novelists arguing about Henry Miller’s tropics.
But I’ve grown tired of his whispering and no longer wish to dream of these things. I would rather descend into a watery haven. I will wave goodbye to John and I will run down sandy paths that lead to the sea.
I wade into the depths and sink into a canyon where kelp shivers in underwater breezes, and the only stars I see will be suction-cupped to the rocks below.
Heart's beating Pulse pulsating Breath in 'n' out Eyes red 'n' white Face wrinkly 'n' pinky Memories vivid In high spirits Blood boiling At low temperature Low blood pressure I am alive to say Happy Diwali!
The festive season soon to begin No matter what the rains have to pour Can’t dampen the spirit of festivities Mother goddess, the divine Will protect and provide Empower and inspire In days ahead Of unwavering sunshine
The bridge of fear When will you be crossing over?
Is it the bridge between Possibility and doubt
And will we stay strong Or are we willing to drown?
Is it the bridge between Who we are and Where we lust and love?
Would the distance, Abide Or will it be us merged, eventually?
Are we ready To venture, to cross this bridge To our destiny but no future?
Freeze your breath and listen to the breeze
A bridge, the transparent gap We are inclined If you are, to cross the bridge That leads to one. Love.
When seagull whistles we all came together at this reunion day World has changed since we've seen each other Although remained love never goes away
Where covered faces shades blessing Without understanding of their souls We think we know a lot about each other But some things we will never know
Disgust in uncertain eyes and exhausted looks A lady in red walks off into silver lake As a space shuttle pulls away they will never know her hidden pain At least not on this reunion day.
The Qixi Festival is celebrated on every 7th day of the 7th month according to Chinese lunar calendar. The festival is known as the Chinese Valentine's Day. In the past days, girls are the major part of participants of this festival and the main activity during the festival is asking for light hand