Pamela Leavey

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Love Be Not of Reason

There’s no better day than Valentine’s Day to share a love poem. I have long been a great fan of romance poets, including Elizabeth Barrett Browning and Edna St. Vincent Millay.

Love Be Not of Reason is from my own journals…

Love Be Not of Reason
 
Love be not of reason,
No right nor wrong,
Love be of the season
For which there is no song.
No sense be made of desires
That once can cripple
But, the strongest tree
And, bring mere mortal man
Down to his knee.
Who sayeth that love must be so,
Who speak the words
Of Love and Woe
For truly as the sun doth shine
Your touch upon my lips
Be pleasure that is,
 But, yours and mine.
Who knows what aching
Upon thy breast
Does bring your soul to lay and rest;
Weary in the arms of love,
That heal the questions
For which there be no answer.
Love be the stars that shine,
In darkest night
Bright in your eyes;
Love be the sun that rises
To seek a new day
Of pleasure in your arms.
Love be the song of ecstasy
When in its throws
We merge as one.
Love be not of reason
No right nor wrong,
Love be of the season
For which there is no song,
But that only of two hearts
That beat as one
In it’s sweet pleasing.

c. Pamela J. Leavey

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Food For Thought: Constant Thought Is a Waste of Energy

J. Krishnamurti…

Most of us spend our life in effort, in struggle; and the effort, the struggle, the striving, is a dissipation of that energy. Man, throughout the historical period of man, has said that to find that reality or God- whatever name he may give to it- you must be celibate; that is, you take a vow of chastity and suppress, control, battle with yourself endlessly all your life, to keep your vow. Look at the waste of energy! It is also a waste of energy to indulge. And it has far more significance when you suppress. The effort that has gone into suppression, into control, into this denial of your desire distorts your mind, and through that distortion you have a certain sense of austerity which becomes harsh. Please listen. Observe it in yourself and observe the people around you. And observe this waste of energy, the battle. Not the implications of sex, not the actual act, but the ideals, the images, the pleasure;the constant thought about them is a waste of energy. And most people waste their energy either through denial, or through a vow of chastity, or in thinking about it endlessly. ~~ The Book of Life

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Watching the Birds

I took an old chair and placed it my front garden to create a bird station. The chair is visible from my desk and gives me hours of pleasure watching the birds. My cats both love it too, as they sit in the windows watching the birds come an go. Yesterday, Pandora spent most of the day at one end or the other of my desk watching birds and chipmunks at the feeder:

To create the bird station I tied a small bird house on the back of the chair with jute, and then laid large strips of bark from an old stump on the seat area of the chair (the caning was gone) and tied a pagoda shaped birdhouse onto the seat. I also added some bare branches for perches for the birds. On the large rocks in my garden I placed large shallow oval aluminum container that I weighted down with small rocks from the garden and filled it with water – it makes a fabulous bird bath! 

I use songbird blend bird feed. The birds love it…

(Photo: c. Pamela J. Leavey 2011)

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