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It may be dark, and frigid outside but the flame in our hearts keep burning bright It can't be extinguished Rays of Light will shine through even the tiniest crevices of doubt Soothing us, comforting us In the coldest days and nights. Snow may have covered the land But there are seeds lying deep underground Waiting for spring to come.

photo credit: photo credit: https://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/article/dandelion-seed-flight/ When we walk, we see the weeds on the ground In the paved roads between cracks along country, urban and forrest trails After the frigid winter, the mark of spring begins The flowers and grass grow we see bright yellow weeds and brown seeds in white puff balls appear. When the the wind blows, We see that nature's wonder never cease.

Art need not be inside 4 walls It is not just hidden in galleries or museums. I see it everywhere In objects big and small in walls of buildings in rooftops and in basements in trains, in subways at the back of skateboards even in everyday objects most people ignore. "Masstransiscope” tu rns the subway into a movie machine, presenting a colorful, animated "moving picture" to commuters as the train moves through the tunnel. The artwork can be seen from Manhattan-bound B or

photo credit: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_and_Ray_Eames There are designs that transcends time so innovative so different from what was made before the chair was the brainchild of the husband and wife team who believed that good design should serve people They experimented and solved problems created practical, functional and meaningful objects rooted in the philosophy that good design can be affordable, accessible and bring joy to everyone In the era of mad men, C

On the day before Christmas, there were body aches and pains, cancelled holiday plans Cookies and pastries supposed to be made All undone Not what I had in my mind, Not what I planned I closed my eyes and rested but pain cannot not be ignored. It's there and it's not going away. I did not surrender to the season's flu I know I did what I could to prevent it months ago. But despite that, I found my weak body in bed . When it turned dark, I found a match to light the candle in

I remember the holiday presents I got when I was little I remember the hickory clock wind up radio it was with that toy that I learned the nursery rhymes and how to tell time A stuffed animal toy that I kept pristine for years that it stayed with me till College years The doll, I dressed up and made sure I took care of its hair more than mine. The perfume that they don't make anymore The scent suited me so well that when I walk people would ask what I was wearing. I remembe

I browsed through my mother's handwritten recipe notebook and looked for 1 dish to serve. I chose the simplest and easiest one to make on Thanksgiving day I mixed water, salt and yeast. I added sugar, flour and 1 egg. I mixed , knead and rolled it, put it in oven for ten minutes. It yielded12 bread rolls but I already ate one bread before the sun rises. Happy Thanksgiving! .

I hear music near or far I feel the rhythm like a beat in my heart Some beats make us tap our feet Some make us sway our hips and bop our heads when we close our eyes music takes us to places When sound waves vibrates It envelopes and lifts us When in harmony Joy captivates us

She did not strum the strings of the guitar just a minute ago Her fingers did not first press the keyboards 10 sunsets ago She did not first hold the sticks with both hands 5 decades ago She always heard the music day and night everywhere she goes She did not first hold a ballpen 100 years ago She has been making shapes in different strokes with pencils and chalk She did not just use a brush to untangle the hair She held brushes big and small Sweep the floors, paint the wa

My child joined in fun children's play. She can ask a poet any question and the poet will answer her. I participated and gave my own answer. She asked why do you use a typewriter? I use my fingers to write a poem When I press my fingers I hear the click of each letter, The letters form with the sound Words form and sentences flow. I remember the typewriter of my youth I type not just poems, I type to answer questions. I remember the writers of the past who used the typewri