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Prayers, Dreams and Goals

When you pray for something, add feet to your prayers – Do something about it.

When you dream, add wings to your dreams – Take action, no matter how small.

If you have a goal, write it down and put it somewhere you can see it.

You will be reminding yourself that you are working towards and end,

not just wandering aimlessly.

Anyone can do nothing – It takes someone to accomplish something.

Don’t forget Synergy – an object in motion generates forward movement.

Remember Serendipity – Along the way, enjoy all the good stuff that happens.

Prayers, Dreams and Goals

When you pray for something, add feet to your prayers – Do something about it.

 

When you dream, add wings to your dreams – Take action, no matter how small.

 

If you have a goal, write it down and put it somewhere you can see it.

You will be reminding yourself that you are working towards and end,

not just wandering aimlessly.

 

Anyone can do nothing – It takes someone to accomplish something.

 

Don’t forget Synergy – an object in motion generates forward movement.

 

Remember Serendipity – Along the way, enjoy all the good stuff that happens.

Summer’s Gone

This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:

 

Strung out and “V’d” against the sky,

They honk out a noisy farewell.

Magnificent sight in early morning’s light,

They’ll fly over hill and dale.

 

No clock or calendar tells them —

Their flight plans long-since laid.

Stroking determined wings in flight, day and night,

Until their journey’s made.

 

Winter’s coming. It’s kind of sad

As they wing their way down south.

They’ll return when the weather warms,

And a smile will again adorn my mouth.

Random Thoughts

This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:

 

Oh, Merry Go Round of life,

Treadmill of my dreams,

Concrete jungle,

Polluted Streams.

 

High-rise buildings blot out the sun,

Smog-filled air,

Slum sections teeming decay

And suppressed life, despair.

 

A question, urgently stirring

About wings spread and whirring.

Freedom to move in uncluttered space —

Tiny forms darting and blurring.

 

Will the swallows care to come back to Capistrano?

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