“Beware the Hands of The Wizard”: In Response to: Buji-nin – Photo Seeking Caption

Hands hold the vessel ancient, black

Set upon with dragons, bowl to stack.

Its wizard pours out wishes, non shall lack.

Beware his brew, you’ll not come back.

Buji-nin: Photo Seeking Title

Here we go…..”Buji-nin” the man himself has begun a game with us. 

He seeks a title for the submitted photo in his unfailing love of playing the challenge, his haughty wit and rooting out the depth of the minds of others.  

Yesterday in my post I mentioned that I wish you could know this guy. The evidence points to the fact that he is in favor of it.

I am taking the challenge. What is the depth of your mind on this one?

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-“open your door to new ideas, let them flow in, open the back door, let them flow out, do not serve them tea???” – (his words on the photo)

 

 

Loved Forever III

Heaven has broken into my heart again. Just when I thought this soul of mine was filled to the brim with all the love it was possible to hold, expend, give, encompass or expect-still more is coming! 

A mother’s heart is a wondrous, bottomless well. I ponder the infinite expandableness of it. It’s ability to love is like the womb, growing to hold all it is given in blessing. 

Come, new One. I am waiting. We are expecting-our arms, hearts, homes, hands, eyes, all-to welcome, see, hold, know and joyfully greet you. You are now and always,

Loved Forever

Storms Upon the Earth and My Own Back Yard

Roaring Back Wind

Hurricane Matthew

Coming On Fall

 

Some time you don’t get what you want, but what you needed was right there in front of you all the time.

If you read me at all you cannot miss it. It is a category and tag in my drop-down menu. Yesterday I went to my local garden center, the trunk of my car overlayed with plastic, girl scout ready to load up with a flat of It; Blazing Color, more precisely, Ornamental Cabbages-a wonder and majesty of Fall.

Back at home the containers stood empty, soil, Quick Start, frustrating hose all untangled, spades at attention and gloves cleaned. I was prepared to redo for fall.

With anticipation and joy in my heart, I met the mistress of plants, my trusted “Queen of Pots”. You can imagine the depth of despair when she gave me the cabbage calendar. OMG! I was too early. My Blazing Color would not arrive for six more weeks! Seeing the utter dismay and sorrow on my face, she attempted to steer me to the monotonous mums.

Untempted, I meandered through the succulents, found a lovely trailing, twisted pink Philodendron not unlike ones my grandmother misted with her tiny copper can. Shuffling back toward my car, the perfect hand-made and paint-dripped clay pot caught my eye for the pink lady. Happily checking out, a group of ruby-red hens and chicks found their way to my arms and off home we went.

 At home with no real potting to speak of necessary, I began to plunder about and re-arrange. Pushed back into a corner of the patio I noticed a quite large pot containing fragrant lavender nearly grown into a tree and overrun with wandering jew. After picking and pruning it a bit, I saw it was quite a beauty. I paired it up with the ruby-red chick pot, placed her majesty, Philodendron close by and was

dazzled with the color and fragrant beauty. Not quite blazing color. Cabbages can wait. For now it’s coming on Fall.

 

 

 

Summer Morning

Voracious climbing   clustering   twisting

 

Newly shooting   dancing  twining  

 

Bursting blooming   fragrance   wafting  

 

Multitudes buzzing   pistils   spending

 

Quietly fading   singeing    heat  

 

 Viscerally  clicking   cloistering   containing  

 

A Vining   Summer   Morning

 

 

 

 

  

                  

Something Happened and Nothing Happened

Come you Huddled Masses

You Impoverished

And Homeless

 Nationless

Peoples.

Come All

To the

Lady of Liberty

Work, Live, Speak and Worship

In Freedom.

______

Something Happened.

Bang! You’re Black!

Bang! You’re Gay!

Bang! You’re Illegal!

Bang! You’re Muslim!

Bang! You’re Christian!

Bang! You’re White!

Bang! Because you are different!

______

In the Wake

The Huddled Masses

The Impoverished

The Homeless

 Nationless

Peoples

Wait.

_____

Nothing Happened

To Stop It.