Falling off the beaten track

Here's two for the road...

Image by Thanks for your Like • donations welcome from Pixabay

FALLING OFF THE BEATEN TRACK

When you fall off the beaten track lucky photons will beam into your life and make you so happy that you will jump up and down and run around in circles shouting whoopee and stuff like that but don’t blame anyone for your good fortune; blame the sky for being over you and the ground for being under you and the air for being in you and love for coming from you and joy that comes from nowhere. So, if you find yourself off the beaten track then have fun.
And now for the men heaving heavy suitcases: ship ahoy, it’s here so you better heave harder.
Addendum:
When the Americans invaded America, they were not Americans and so that made them foreigners.
And so, the tired expression of a dog on Jupiter went: Yip, yap, Constance! The border guards moved not a muscle at this.
The dog gave one more wag of its tail then stopped trying to please for attention and went off to sniff in the bushes where it met Barney the rat who had stowed away all the way from Earth but had jumped ship for a crust of bread and was now hiding out in the bushes.
They stared at each other for a moment then flopped down in the dust, too tired to move anymore with the weight of gravity and so went to sleep...zzzzz

Image by pasja1000 from Pixabay

MANY LUMPS OF SUGAR

There are many lumps of sugar you can use to stir your complaints but if you ever dare to grow wings we shall applaud you. Do we have that understanding?
Well if you’re going to look at me like that I shall set the doctor on you so there.
Now, today we shall cobble five shoes to the wind and so if you don’t mind that we shall all be just fine and if not...
No, you can’t have the doctor’s job, what’s the world coming to?
I’m going to have to put this up as a notice pinned to a tree: wanted, happy and alive, all that you can bring to the party, step right this way and if you have a hole in the middle of it then sing it full of songs and say: this is the time for green tea in the cafe of your life.
Now, where was I? Ah yes, I’ve hypnotised myself to forget to remember anything to do with the doctor’s job.
The quiet evening sun casts soft shadows that lend their romance to the end of the day where in a gently beating heart the purple moonbeams of Beijing serenade.
Lovebirds sing somewhere close their bright songs of joy, quick chirps that kiss the spirit and God bless the soul and uninhibited in their playground.
Take flight little heart to join the dance, no two moments the same, until twilight comes to cast its spell full well.
Come; let us consider this for an instant where our eyes can see an excursion of thoughts come and swoop like a crowd of starlings through the sparkling haze of your wonder that even they are a part of the magic.
And then to sigh for another day that fades into the dance that shimmers and away it goes in the purple moonbeams of Beijing.

Image by Felix Mittermeier from Pixabay

Images from Pixabay