
If love is not…


In the grand scheme of this intriguing play
Perhaps we are insignificant
Like the little robin
In just another tree
Yet during the play
How positioned is he and we
To enjoy the array of fleeting pleasures
Dancing on the stage
From a hedge of roses
To fields of tulips
Mountain sides of poppies
And lakes skimmed with lotus
Where ever you may be
Rural or urban
Rustic or pristine
Don’t miss the current act
As some plays have one or two
Some three or four
But what is unknown
Is how many is yours!


From the Big Bang
To global warming,
We are here.
From evolution
To revolutions,
We fight to be here.
From independences
To globalization,
We speak up to be here.
From all things actualized
To their demise and re-emergence,
We continues to be here.
And so here we are
Encapsulating a gratitude,
Denoting a day.
To remember and share
The privileges, gift, abundances gathered
Over the history of mans toil.
All along, the almighty power
The indestructible,
Which was, is and will be
Sustains, an entire universe
A galaxy
An ecosystem.
Transferring, transmitting
Evolving, so life permits
That you and I can be.
Insufficient is then, a mere day of thanks.
Like life,
Let gratitude permeate each moment
Which comes from the deepest understanding,
Born from accepting our fragility,
And a graceful governance
Where the birds and bees,
Flowers and trees
To man himself,
Are all held,
Yet free
To live and be.
Photography by Asvina Brown

They say it’s important
To acknowledge your feelings,
Mine burn deep
Searing like a heated knife.
Sadness, disappointment
Futility mixed with
Mayhem and barbarianism
The anguish insufferable
Simultaneously we are
Isolated, quarantined
Where will this all end?
Man’s eye like a microscope,
Disproportionately viewing life
Distorted by imagination
Enlarging the illusion.
With no regard
For the ‘third’ eye,
Where lies his clarity
Abundant and beyond compare.
I pray for a united return
Of humanity,
Kindness and peace
Simple joys.
Where greed, power
Egotism are quelled voluntarily,
As realized that we are nothing
But dust in the end.
Yet here we are,
Kings and queens
In a moment in time,
And granted pleasures in multitudes.
What can be that deciding factor
Whether we live in peace and harmony
Or divided and disgruntled?
Gazing up into the sky
The sun, moon and stars peacefully
Focused, levitate and orbit
Constant in their mission.
Down here on earth
I see the equilibrium of nature,
Of which I am a part
With a privy to consciousness.
Herein lies my blessing and solace,
For not only can I sing and dance along,
But also acknowledge the Orchestrator
The One to whom I benevolently belong.
My thoughts inspired by the RBG and current noise.
I speak
For when children
We’re only meant to be seen.
Obedience seen as a great virtue,
Not of the child
But perfect parenting.
The child conditioned
That those in authority , if happy,
Lead to their happiness.
I speak
For the young girl
Who has always waited second in line to the boy.
I speak
For the ethnic amongst us,
Chastised and ridiculed for our natural differences.
I speak
For the elderly, the poor, the veterans,
All those who’s voices are dismissed.
I speak
For all we have misunderstood,
For all we have had a hand in the making.
And now, I not only speak
But pray,
For a call to our senses, our consciousness.
With the raising of that conscious voice,
Only then will any speech
Be worthy for the time given to listen.