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Source: Contemplative Monk https://www.facebook.com/ContemplativeMonk/
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Look Closer Nurse



“Look Closer Nurse”

What do you see nurse, what do you see
Are you thinking when you’re looking at me 
A crabbbit old woman, not very wise
Uncertain of habbit, with faraway eyes 
Who dribbles her food and makes no reply
When you say in a loud voice, “I do wish you’d try” 
Who seems not to notice the things that you do
And forever is losing a stocking or shoe 
Who, resisting or not, lets you do as you will 
With bathing and feeding, the long day to fill
Is that what you’re thinking, is that what you see
Then open your eyes nurse, for you’re looking at me

I’ll tell you who I am as I sit here so still 
As I use at you biddings, as I eat at your will
I am a small child of ten with a father and mother
Brothers and sisters who love one another
A young girl of sixteen, with wings on her feet
Dreaming of soon her lover she’ll meet
A bride soon at twenty my heart gives a leap
Remembering the vows that I promised to keep
At twenty five now I have young of my own
A woman of thirty, my young growing fast
Bound to each other with ties that will last
At forty my young sons will now grow and be gone
Af fifty, once more babies play around my knee
Again we know children my loved one and me

Dark days are upon me, my husband is dead
I look to the future, I shudder with dread
For my young are all busy, rearing young of their own
And I think of the years, and the love I have known
I’m now an old woman and nature is cruel 
Tis her jest to make old age look like a feel
The body, it crumbles, grace and vigour depart
There is now a stone where I once had a heart
But inside this old carcass a young girl still dwells
And now and again my battered heart swells
I remember the joys, I remember the pain
And I’m loving and living life all over again
I think of the years all too few – gone, so fast
And accept the stark fact that nothing can last
So, open your eyes nurse, open and see
Not a crabbit old woman, look closer, see ME.

By Phyllis McCormack











Artist Lisa Aisato
Text & image source: Snowwwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/Snowwolfswoodlandnook/

A New Day!



A New Day

If life seems at its lowest ebb,
Because a day’s gone wrong.
Let not your heart be troubled,
For a new day soon will dawn

And we can never be quite sure,
Just what it has in store.
Since each one is so different,
Than the one just gone before

As it penetrates the darkness,
With its soft and tranquil beams.
It calms even the most restless soul,
And brings new hopes and dreams

So when a days been troubled,
And the night is dark and long.
Lift up your fallen spirits,
For a new day soon will dawn.

by Anonymous










Artist Anne Searle
Text & image source: Snowwolfs Woodland Nook https://www.facebook.com/Snowwolfswoodlandnook/

#FridayFantasy . . .Listening to the birds. And that squirrel….



“Say, Pooh, why aren’t you busy?” I said.
“Because it’s a nice day,” said Pooh.
“Yes, but —“
“Why ruin it?” he said.
“But you could be doing something Important,” I said.
“I am, ” said Pooh.
“Oh? Doing what?”
“Listening,” he said.
“Listening to what?”
“To the birds. And that squirrel over there.”
“What are they saying?” I asked.
“That it’s a nice day,” said Pooh.
“But you know that already,” I said.
“Yes, but it’s always good to hear that somebody else thinks so, too,” he replied.











Text & image source: Contemplative Monk https://www.facebook.com/ContemplativeMonk/











…The thoughts…we choose…..



…The thoughts…..
…..we choose…..
……..to think…..
….are the tools…….

…we use to paint……
…….the canvas……
…….of our lives……










Text & image source: Whispers https://www.facebook.com/Whispers-108030962700575/











Mind is not a dustbin…




‘MIND is not a dustbin to keep anger, hatred and jealousy.
But it is the treasure box to keep, love happiness and sweet memories.’

– Swami Vivekananda ❤️☀










Text & image source: Mitra Shahidi https://www.facebook.com/mitra.shahidi.3