Judy Bragg Pardo: Words A Part of Me

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"Just because you don't see it, doesn't mean it isn't there. 

Sometimes you need to go in-between to get a better view"

by Judy Bragg Pardo

The sun will shine and give you warmth if you open your door;

The moon will guide you through the darkness of the night;

And in-between day and night, you are on your own;

Here close your eyes and come in-between where it is safe;

Search me in all your senses-touch, see, hear, smell, taste, instinctively, intuitively;

In your dreams, imagination, thoughts...create details beyond reality;

For there is no reality, I am not real;

Yet, I am here. 

by Judy Bragg Pardo

Take a deep breath . . . 

I search for truth beyond what we see, hear and feel in this physical world.;

Fear not to delve in the unknown for that is where you will find who you are;

Along with the answers, messages, visions you need . . . 

It is a beautiful feeling to KNOW that we live forever. 

by Judy Bragg Pardo

My life's palette contains many hues that color my world:

RED for my love and passion.

BLUE for my solitude and loneliness.

BLACK for the negative things in life.

GREEN for every new day I awake.

WHITE for all my innocence and beliefs.

PURPLE for hope for my family, friends, the world, for life after death and reuniting.

YELLOW for all the unpredictability, that I even create myself.

ORANGE for the dreams, fantasies, and frenzies that accompany me.

BROWN for my depressions and sadness upon myself, my family, and of my own creation.

NEON FLOURESCENT for all the ups in life, real or artificial.

My palette is complete, yet I know not the path of my colors. 

As my soul searches through life, it continues to color my world. 

by Judy Bragg Pardo

Soft wind whispering in my ears

Telling me tales from afar.

Echoing voices in strange tongues

But conversations seem to be the same:

STRUGGLE IS EVERYONE'S EFFORT.

FREEDOM IS EVERYONE'S GOAL.

CHANGE IS EVERYONE'S NEED.

DEATH IS EVERYONE'S DESTINY.

Life's answers lie in the stars, not the wind.

And in the souls of the dying. 

by Judy Bragg Pardo.

A friend is like a wave in the ocean who will come forward to lend a hand,

and yet will stay afar when solitude is needed. 

by Judy Bragg Pardo

Little glass animals floating through the air;

Bucking up their heals and laughter they share.

Among the pretty balls of colored lights that cast a flare.

This is my world, until the wind catches them in its snare;

And then my imagination soon becomes black and bare. 

by Judy Bragg Pardo

Be true to your heart and thoughts as well as to others who hear and see you. 

Cleanse your thoughts as you do your body. 

by Judy Bragg Pardo

When the birds above and crickets below sound of harmony

And the cool breeze has swept up the warmth

As the darkness creeps and captures the light

Let the memories of today, open my day of tomorrow. 

by Judy Bragg Pardo

There were two seeds that were planted side by side. With the nourishment from

nature -the sun, rain and soil- they each began to sprout and grow. The one plant was a little taller than the other and thought it would protect the smaller one from the hot, summer heat rays. The smaller plant couldn't grow to its fullest extent because the tall plant's shade. It became sadder by the day and began to 

wilt and turn brown as its inner most being could not bloom. The tall plant seeing what was happening, realized that each started out as a separate seed. Each one had the capability of taking care of oneself and that in protecting it, the tall plant took something very important away that was needed in the other's growth. The tall plant began to straighten up and allowed the other plant to get strong again. In time, the smaller plant grew as tall as the other one and bloomed into the most beautiful flower. 

by Judy Bragg Pardo

You are strange from head to toe.

Have you come as friend or foe?

I have never seen anything like you, before;

I don't know if I should stay or go.

But your eyes are kind, in this they show;

Friend, yes, and in time, you, I will come to know. 

by Judy Bragg Pardo

People have different images and expressions of beauty and love:

Some write them down, 

Some paint them,

Some can say them,

Some can act them out naturally,

And some keep them locked away forever . . . 

by Judy Bragg Pardo

The shadow that stalks me is of the past and forever follows me. 

by Judy Bragg Pardo

My freedom, my peace of mind, has always been walking

in natures woods and mountains, or gazing at Neptune's

ocean's river. Listening to what comes natural to 

sounds and to silences. When there is silence, you

can feel free to talk. I have also found these wonderful

gifts in writing and my art work. My inspirations. As

God created the woods, lakes, oceans, sunsets, sunrises . . .

I can create and capture my inner most feeling in these

works. God must be a beautiful person! 

For when I create, I feel this way. 

by Judy Bragg Pardo

Some say a dandelion is nothing, but a common weed;

That they are unwanted and disrupt the green.

Some go unnoticed until the yellow flower submerges;

Kissing the sun and glittering under the moonlite.

Thirsting and thriving from the bottom of the earth;

They look like little circles of gold attracting on the male bee.

But when their beauty is gone and they grow old and gray;

Dandelions once a family, stand now, alone.

The wind will come soon and spread their seeds to afar.

Dancing in the air until a new home is found.

And the dandelion will be once again unwanted by all, except, 

The comfort of the male working bee. 

by Judy Bragg Pardo

I once had a vision . . . 

I was glazing in a stream

Fixing my hair in the water's mirror

When the image of my face started flowing down the stream.

I ran along the bank

As to try to catch up

My face disfigured by the ripples.

There advancing toward the edge

Of a waterfall.

It smoothly flowed over.

In horror, I watched my face

Fall and separate

Broken into pieces.

I once had a vision

And upon this vision's departure 

I found . . .

I could not see

I could not hear

I could not . . . breathe. 

by Judy Bragg Pardo

Climbing vine, what do you seek so high in the sky?

You search for wisdom that only the moon and stars know.

You will flourish and combat until you succeed and grasp the ultimate top.

And when the expectation no longer remains, you can climb down, and again, wander upon the rest of us. 

by Judy Bragg Pardo

Traces, faded faces, you were homeward bound

Just to find out you were a stranger in town.

Have I changed so much as not to be seen?

Memories folded in a book and pressed in between.

Time has taken its toll, but that's okay

For I remember you and all the yesterdays.

There are too many changes through the passing years

Going back, your space has been taken, have no tears

Home is where you live now, and that is where your life will blossom. 

by Judy Bragg Pardo

Come hold my hand and fly away with me

From our dreams and fantasies, we encircle in a funnel of reality.

For what is real?

You and me in a cloud of gold dust.

I see in your eyes your inner most beauty

That brings love and peace to my mind and heart.

A love that picks me up and twirls me in a spin

Only to gently bring me down, embraced in your arms again.

My everlasting sunshine.

The love of my life. 

by Judy Bragg Pardo