It’s an addiction, an affliction,
And I don’t know what to do,
For I am madly and deeply,
In love with Sudoku.

It’s unnerving, disturbing,
And I am going all cuckoo,
For I can’t take my hands off
A game of Sudoku.

In the morning, I’m yawning,
But my fingers are all glued,
To a pen on a Daily,
Immersed in Sudoku.

A passion, an obsession —
With numbers just a few,
Oh I can’t get enough,
Of this wretched Sudoku.

One to nine, how I pine,
For these numbers in a queue,
On my phone all I see is,
A game of Sudoku.

I run late, miss my date,
In a mess through and through,
My heart full of digits.
And head, of Sudoku.

An attraction, a distraction,
I sigh and sob and rue,
To be so in love,
With a game of Sudoku.

It gets worse, now a verse,
Such a long poem too—
Oh me, oh my,
All for Sudoku.

It's ok to feel discomfort in the body.

Better measured through Health, friends and happiness. Life is not an exercise in accumulation, but rather the willingness to live grateful with wide open arms.

Find your place in the garden.  Gratitude for the things you have.
Be the one to provide opportunities for others.
They will see your value.  
We bring fecundity in the bonds of love.  She gives you all the gifts.

You’ve lifted me over the moon; I RISE, another day has dawned.

Some blossoms open at night, reminding us beauty can be fleeting
Let that pass for an eternity.

Each day invites us to embrace the full experience of living;  
Take a chance on yourself.  
ignis fatuus  has brought gifts; wary the light shown
if only I can define a meaning in this dim experience.

In the surreal embrace of dreamscapes,  
Countless thoughts swirl within,  
I hardly believed I was still breathing,  
Born amidst the shadows,  
Where the earth's riches await discovery.
My blossom shines its own light for me, for you.

I break into this world, to live for today.

I work at the edge, where the light of Awen beckons,  
Drawing me back to the warmth of this earthly life.  

Foraging into uncharted realms, brambles cross my face,
thick and wild,  
An unyielding maze where the shadows of my demons linger;  
they are a little messed up.  

Yearning to retreat, to find solace on familiar ground.  
Visions of a goddess pulse an existence, so inspired

I stand tall, defenses at the ready,  
Nurturing the delicate blooms of change within.  
In the quiet moments of within myself, I gather strength,  
For transformation requires time, patience, and grace
I humble my mind.

One day, I will rise, petals unfurling to the sun,  
To bring forth my gifts, sharing the beauty of my journey  
With the world the seed is broadcast, as I climb steadily from the dark.

Like a ghost whisper, the rain taps on my window, looking up seeking lights reflective rainbow.

Ive been a seed resting in the earth.  Dormant.  Dreaming.  Your light stirs, you have given me what I need.  Something cracks, roots birth in the fertile dark.  Inching deeper so I may grow in the light.

From the seed of a gentle hand planted on Brigid’s day.  I begin in a new growing ray of light cast on me.

Establish yourself in a timeless state;  
be aware that everything changes.  

Love is the death of peace of mind—  
WHY DO I CRAVE IT?!
It makes me feel so alive.  

She’s a designer, building from the ground up,  
everything I have been searching for.

Your energy runs through me,  
the walls containing my innermost  
have become your well met portal.  

Into me, I am the ravished,  
embracing the seasons of growth before us.  
Let the flames of a morning sun rise!  

I will light a candle for you,  
may this flame guide the way you seek -  
you have already lit mine.  

Such precious time received,  
each moment a cherished spark,  
intertwined in the dance of our souls.

How shamelessly
these storks mate upon
the church tower