(c) 2012 B. Albright
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How can you lecture,
how dare you preach
when you do not know
your Self?
Come back to me
when you have more wisdom
up your satin sleeve
and we will break bread
and have tea.
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(c) 2014 Betty Hayes Albright
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Photo is of a Moon Flower about to burst into bloom.
Seasonings 
I love this poem Betty! Your last lines always do it for me! And the photo is lovely too. Have you shared this photo before? Im sure I recognise it; its a wonderful flower. Love and hugs xx
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Hi Christine, and thank you! Yes, I used the photo on a different poem about 2 years ago. (Can’t remember which one – possibly deleted it.) It’s a moon flower just seconds from bursting into bloom – growing in the garden I left behind a year ago.
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What a shame to have to leave it behind; it’s beautiful. Hope my referring to it didnt make you feel sad. Xx
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Ah…love the tone of the poem…something that should be said to a number of folks I suspect.
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I love that flower–very intriguing.
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“Those who know, do not speak. Those who speak, do not know.”
-Lao Tzu
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I love this poem, Betty. It is so true about so many people. I hope I will be forgiven, though. I just read a poem by the English poet Nick Moore, and it made me think of you. I copied it to send to you.
Jorio: Note to self Thursday 3 April 2014
Don’t think. Just start.
No head. All heart.
This, in any art,
Is the hard part.
That’s easy to say.
But could be today
The Muse stays away
Completely. What then, eh?
Yep, guess she might.
(Or at least fight
Off any advances.) Delight
In the struggle. Write
Anyway. It’s in there.
Long as you care
Enough to dig, dare
To lay it bare
Something will eventually appear.
It’s not always clear
What, or how. Fear
Is the enemy here.
Let the words run.
Follow them for fun.
And no sooner begun
There’s a jorio done.
Hard, and no mistake,
To get going, break
The block, and shake
The poet within awake:
He (or she) sleeps
Deeply some days, keeps
Silent, still – or creeps
Away somewhere and weeps.
And even if what
You produce is not
Great Literature, you’ve got
Something. That’s a lot
Better than nothing. I
Struggle even to try
Sometimes; want to cry
In frustration. (Or die.)
But today I fought
Back and finally brought
Forth a poetical thought.
(Well, of a sort.)
Why all this striving?
It’s how I’m surviving
The rigours of living:
Seeking, remembering, finding, forgiving.
As long as you can you need to write. It lifts so many people up. Ethel and I could only dream of getting the number of comments you get on every poem and having the number of followers you do. You are truly gifted and appreciated.
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Ah, Nick Moore’s poem is a great antidote for writer’s block! I’ll be printing it out. (It sounds like he too has “been there”.)
Thank you and Ethel for all your encouragement and support. You must be a wonderful teacher, wherever you go – no doubt all your students past, present and future, love you!
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