 LOS ANGELES,CA USA 
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Pearl's Writings - Pearl,M.S. aka Jassmine,MS, Silvermoon,M.S.
Echoes-A poem for Terri  Terri, though we never met, I've come to know of you Just wanted you to know, you are not alone Only way I could share is thru the thoughts below Echoes Silent Thoughts, A voice not heard Instances of thoughts, not expressed Oh, please do not turn away from me Hear my voice, my thoughts Do not take them away from me Do I not exist in your mind Do not seal the crevices of my thoughts I do not mean to make you hurt I ask not for you to sacrifice your life for me Freedom to Be My space, to love, to cry, to laugh Have I dared to put chains on you Yet, you throw away the key to the shackles you have placed not only on my mind But most of all...on my Heart Hear me please, all I ask is to let me be I will find a way to make my garden bloom to smell the fragrance of my Rose All I ask it to let me be Did not mean to alter your paths My life was altered Let me be, as I do you Silent voices Echoes by Jassmine: Copywrite: 2001 Jassmine,MS 5/25/01 
REFLECTIONS COMA STAGE 
A Caregiver's Perspective Beginnings You see my cry Yet never ask why Your eyes tell how much you want to say Yet, we both know why words are not spoken I know not, how to reach within you. We have walked in paths unknown Together we have shared the pain within I can no longer hold the pain inside At times, don't know why In the windows of my mind Somehow, the light no longer shines Oh but how could I, not have the strength? In you I see the struggle to survive Smile for me, let me see, the sparkle in your eyes Let me hear, laughter in the air I heard from days gone by Though my spirit weakens at times, you reach out to me Smiles within our minds The sparkle of your eyes, reveal the beauty of your smile As I sit by, I recall times gone by I gently touch your face, awaiting your smile There lies my sweet love I remember when I held you close to me We laughed, played, cried In an instance of Time, suddenly your life changed Now in silence you lay before me Feel my love, Hear my voice Awaken for us all I know you hear me, I feel it in me Though you have not smiled for a while You have taught me in ways unknown to others As I see others smile, memories of you sooth my pain I seek ways to understand the shallowness Of those that no longer understand you The reality of what I see, weighs heavily on me Some say, you no longer exist How can that be? I have seen and felt your presence My beloved, we've shared our lives Once again, in this path we see New Beginnings Speak so others can hear your words Let them see that you do exist The New You Share your love with them Let others see the Sparkle in your eyes Let them hear the sweet sayings from your lips The warmth of your heart, reveals the strength in you You do Exist, You are here with us We have found our peace within our space You are the smile within my heart You have opened the windows of my mind To let light shine Our new Beginnings Our new life Our Survival. Jassmine,M.S May 2, 2001, 1:30 P.M. Copyright: 2001-2003 Jassmine,M.S. 
Graphic by "Sylvie" UK. All Rights Reserved.
Gardens of Beauty Seasons come and go year after year, leaving memories that enhance our enjoyment in life. So it was this spring morning that somehow seemed so unique. I watched the birds chirp and dance freely from tree to tree, so many as never before had visited our garden. The brisk cool morning, seemed to heighten the beauty that surrounded me with new foliage that had broken through, the rose buds that had opened to show their beauty and the array of colorful wild flowers, a refreshing sight indeed. Rejoiced at the site of the varied textures and hues of colors in the garden our hands had nurtured as we felt its serenity and calm. Suddenly the most beautiful butterfly appeared, with rich colors against the velvet black on its wings like an artists' pallet. It fluttered its wings coming ever so close. The moment elated all my senses to enjoy the beauty my eyes beheld. As the butterfly flapped its wings gracefully as if to create melodic sounds I stood still watching so as not to disturb the rhythmic patterns of its wings. This moment with its essence recalled to mind two unique and extraordinary experiences that captivated my mind with the richness and depth of such treasured memories: My memory of Janice Blu years ago, being enthralled in the intricacy of the artwork as she saw the exhibit of Fabreges' Varied Art Collection in display at the LA Museum of Art. Her intrigue was focused on the Fabreges' eggs adorned with precious stones in the encased domes. The colors, the artwork he had made for him by artists that were never to be given the credit individually for their master pieces. Yet one could not walk away and be awed at such beauty. So this spring morning shared its beauty. Another such memory was to observe the love of a man towards his long time spouse that laid in coma. The tender caring he expressed towards his wife is to see the beauty of love. For 28 days, daily he came to her bedside, where he would wash her beauty as tears came down his face. Words cannot describe the essence of their love as it filled the room with warmth and embodied his soul. Like the sounds of running water in a creek, so it was the sound of this quiet man rinsing the towels in a bowl as he tenderly washed the face of his love. He would massage his wife's limbs as if to awaken in her the spirit he knew she had in her and the love she must have given to him. His gentle manner revealed his inner strength of a caring soul whose love, loyalty and faithfulness toward his bride of years gone by. It was not long before I came to know also when he could not bear the trauma, when he would gently pull the curtains entirely around his wives bed and I could hear his sobs quietly as he whispered to his wife. Cultures apart yet the beauty of such love crossed all barriers and magnified the beauty of love between a man and a woman. At such times, I could not help but also share in his pain. Within days of our meeting he would kindly come over when it was time for him to leave and without a word would reach out to Janice Blu's hand and gently squeeze it. A man A woman, their love extended to us the of beauty of human compassion like precious stones. I came to anticipate his presence by his footsteps in the next bed that Janice Blu laid also in coma. We would smile and shake hands each day, by such simple gestures, I came to see the depth of the look in his eyes as if to assure me that he also knew the pain I felt to see my daughter in coma. The love between this man and woman had produce two children, a son and a daughter that could not bear to see their mother in a coma, and thus only saw them once during the 28 days we were there. To see them fall upon the their knees and weep upon their mothers bed was unbearable. How I wish upon them blessings for the love they manifested with such richness and depth. Enlightening as the beauty of a garden in bloom. So it is that today I have gained another treasured memory of someone that crossed my path and shared their love, their caring, their beauty with such depth, my heart and mind was showered with joy and happiness to have experienced such compassion and love that was bestowed upon me. A courageous, strong soul yet gentle and tender like the couple that had also crossed our path. In solitude and with a grateful heart, I have reaped the beauty of human compassion and friendship by a unique, kind soul compared to the beauty of my Garden this spring morning as I treasure now 3 fond memories as we all have moved on to other paths. A unique butterfly in my Garden within my soul. So is the friendship I now treasure in my heart and soul Pearl Copyright: 1997-2003 Pearl, M.S. 4/15/02 
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Copyright: 1997-2004 Pearl,M.S: Jassmine,M.S.,Silvermoon,M.S.
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