Let me tell you about the birds and the bees and the flowers and the trees,

And the moon up above and a thing called Love,

Let me look see the expressions of eyes,

And it’s so plain to see,

The fact of life, related to love

Starting from A to Z…..TRUTH!

When I hear “1504Guitarra” and see the birds, or I am down listening to the birds at the Lake, or listening to the sound of waves in the rhythm of a guitar, or watching the Willow tree leaves dance, OR  when the sway to the rhythm of the winds, OR the slight breezes.  OH YES!  I dance with joy and pleasure, inside. I get excited. I love life.

I get excited when I hear the pitter – patter of your heart and see your expressions, and your eyes sparkle like a moon, and a smile from pure pleasure, and I see your soul. Oh yes, “I know Love.”  Is that all it takes to give me pleasure? My Peace is My Pleasure. The feeling of Love is my pleasure. Love for Passion. Loving Love, and Loving Life.

I know the feelings of Love and pleasure. Tommy Emmanuel is a great example when he plays and talks to the other person that dances with him by guitar, because their guitar and spirits speak.  You can see the joy when they connect. Tell me what is not to Love, but when an artist expresses themselves through paintings, through sound, through Gods creation, through taste, (Jean Pierre and his expression of foods, and Passions, and spirit), as they are different forms of communication of Love. What is not pleasurable about this?

A yard filled with bird feeders, flowers, apple trees, grapes, and the sound of music, in the night when the moon shines of sparkles, and the sound of a fireplace crackling as we sit and listen to “Volare, oh oh!  COMTARE, oh oh oh oh!”  When the moon is as big as a Pizza Pie. YOU MAKE MY HEART SING!  WHAT GIVE US PLEASURE, IS THE SPIRIT OF LOVE!” Its built on Passion. A Passion for Life.

I see Love and spirit when it appears blatant to my eye. The Passion of someone’s Love. The Passion of someone’s spirit. Not the hate, but the Spirit of Love. It is a connection God’s Love.

When I see the leaves in the tree,

Dance by the whisp of a breeze,

They whisper Louisa,

A Golden thread

that weaves through

the tapestry of life,

I see the soul.

It is undeniable when we connect,

And we listen to the sounds sights, feelings of love.

We connect with all that is sacred.

And someone connects with you

In the emotion of Love.

What if I had not spoken? This is the woman you fight with for what? Me loving? HMMMMM!

Written by Carolyn d Hogarth Canada