Inner Silence


I pretty much am of the age where I can actually say “Been there, done that” and with much glee do not mind the “nightmare”

Someone just smiled for no special reason
It looks like the smile’s come back into season
It’s so easy, doesn’t have to be a nice day
Just the only one you’ve got and it’s coming ready or not

Ready or Not

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Misty Morning

Copyright ©2013 Cynthia Martz (Click for larger Picture)

A path was taken
it made me smile
It awakened me
aroused something in me
but…
I see no flowers blooming,
I feel no sand between my toes

Not even a “H A Y”
How are you?

A fine mist that appeared and as quickly disappeared
Mere seconds in the complexity of time

No more anger in my heart
broken windows
slashed tires
harsh words
they are past
many years ago

I am alive with LIFE
I am a butterfly
Transformed
Changing as I go…

New ones will seek my flame
burning brightly
I am not a caterpillar in a cocoon
I am free

At This stage in my life
I Know where I stand
what I need
as always~

to be
just me

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A Time for Every Season


How do you know what your life will be like tomorrow? Your life is like the morning fog–it’s here a little while, then it’s gone.
James 4:14

What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.

I always liked this scripture.

Life is like that.

Seasons in our life.

Summertime reminds me of my youth,carefree and apprehensive at the same time

Spring~reminds me of new things. Daffodils coming through the semi-frozen ground

Fall reminds me that all things change, leaves fall, people move away, loved ones die

Winter reminds me that I am retired now and my hair is starting to get gray (Hi-lights ?) … I move slower and I see ME in those older folks,especially when I look in the mirror and see the reflection of my mother staring back at me.I dressed to go out the other day and my daughter commented “You look just like grandma;she was so beautiful.”
That was such a nice thing to hear.

Most importantly~The way you live your life is your gift to those who come after.

Lyrics Elusive Butterfly 1966 Bob Lin
The year I graduated…

You might wake up some mornin’
To the sound of something moving past your window in the wind
And if you’re quick enough to rise
You’ll catch a fleeting glimpse of someone’s fading shadow
Out on the new horizon
You may see the floating motion of a distant pair of wings
And if the sleep has left your ears
You might hear footsteps running through an open meadow

Don’t be concerned, it will not harm you
It’s only me pursuing somethin’ I’m not sure of
Across my dreams with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love

You might have heard my footsteps
Echo softly in the distance through the canyons of your mind
I might have even called your name
As I ran searching after something to believe in
You might have seen me runnin’
Through the long-abandoned ruins of the dreams you left behind
If you remember something there
That glided past you followed close by heavy breathin’

Don’t be concerned, it will not harm you
It’s only me pursuing somethin’ I’m not sure of
Across my dreams with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love

Across my dreams with nets of wonder
I chase the bright elusive butterfly of love

Elusive Butterfly
Elusive Butterfly@Key West Botanical Gardens