Jasmine on my Mind

Jasmine on my Mind

Jasmine is…
Connected to my soul…
Connected to my heart…
When she blooms I follow…

Jasmine is…
The sunshine that brightens…
The winters darkness in my mind…
When she blooms I follow…

When I bloom… The darkness crumbles…
The earth shakes… And the ground rumbles…

The earth shakes… And my fears crumble…
The earth shakes because I am about to grow…

Grow with me… Or without me… Just grow…

plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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 ME and the Boss

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 Good morning…

 In the cold snow I write this post…

 Winter winds are whipping about…

 Although my body is cold… 

My soul is warm… 

My heart is in the right place…

 Right here… Right now…

 With you…

 Dreaming of the Summer…

 Warm skies and vibrant life…

 Reds and yellows… Purple and Blue…

 Honeysuckle and the smell of dew…

 Life is good when I’m with you…

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 Life is Good…

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 chriscondello

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Among the Wood Hyacinth

From Pittsburgh Pa., where it is too cold to think on this January 6th, 2014,
chriscondello reaches back to last spring to re-blog a spring poem...


Laying among the wood hyacinth…
 Scattered among the leaves…
 Enjoying the scattered rain showers…
 Blown in the lilac breeze…

 Cherry blossoms fall like snowfall…
 And apple blossoms drop in the rain…
 While sitting in the sunshine…
 My metaphysical gain…

 Steady rain will soon arrive…
 To conquer the tulip petals…
 Dandelion floaters flutter and fly…
 But soon they’ll gently settle…

 In the back of my mind…
 The rules break and bend…
 Plan for the springtime…
 The season never ends…

 The seasons all about beginnings…
 Breaking new ground…
 In the city I am lost…
 In the garden I am found…

 And the forest is my heaven…
 My temple of praise…
 A place to write poems…
 A place to smoke haze…

 And drink my cup of coffee…
 With my birds and bees…
 The only time that I feel right…
 Is hanging with the trees… .

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 plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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 ME and the Boss

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Metaphysical Metamorphosis – Tragedy is a Seed

JANUARY 3, 2014

Borrowwed from chriscondello

“New Years Tragedy” – January 1st, 2014 12:15AM – Rebecca Avenue – Wilkinsburg, PA – NOT MY HOUSE – Everyone got out… Four families left homeless… All found assistance from the American Red Cross… This building is next door to the garden I am starting this spring…

Reality sucks… Occasionally… We have to reject it…

Tragedy is a seed… A necessary part of life…
The change on our backs… Will lead us to the light…
One mans tragedy… Is another mans seed…
A caterpillar goes in… A butterfly is freed…

Dreams constant… Just like clouds of smoke…
Memories of the past… Make way for the future…
Planting seeds in the dust of the past…
Water and love make the gardens grow fast…

“All Things Change” – January 1st, 2014 12:15AM – Rebecca Avenue – Wilkinsburg, PA

Tragedy is a seed… A necessary part of life…
Metaphysically morphing… Changes in the night…
A twist on tragedy… A tragic twist…
More than check marks on your divine list…

My God could never be a man… He is a butterfly…
He watches from above… Answers before we cry…
Picks us up when life gets strange…
Reminding us that all things change… WE change…

“Chasing Butterflies” – Summer 2013 – Frick Park – Pittsburgh, PA

Tragedy is a seed… A necessary part of life…
Sow it in the earth… The sun shines bright…
Fire is neutralized by water and ice…
Life is the equivalent of rolling the dice…

Be the butterfly… Metamorphically change…
Spread your wings… Expand your range…
Live each day as if your last…
Look forward to the future and forget your past…

plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello