True Nature

puppy

The puppy on the heels of the child
The flower up turned to the sun
The thunderous run of every river to the sea
The closing of your eyes to go within…

All of nature works with but one rule
To defy not its true course and character.
When nature remains unbroken
Beauty prevails and
Peace is resounding.

When we want to feel love
There needs to be no instruction for where to turn,
When we need to go home
There needs to be no signpost.

Are you true to your nature?
True to your one rule?
Do you know what it is?

It is to be in your joy
Surround yourself with those that fuel this,
It is to turn to warmth and love
And away from fire and anguish,
It is to feel love in and around you
It is to recognize your home within….

In a time when complexity is revered
Such simplicity is dismissed.
Oh how far have we strayed from our true nature?

If the guise of each label
The weight of each role,
If the barrier from each layer
Is all acknowledged as it is,
Temporary and void of ownership
Then yes, return we may
Back to our true nature
One of joy, love and peace….

To bloom or not to bloom

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Standing side by side
Under same blue sky
Same warm sun
Same rooting dirt

One of luster
Other barren of life,
One beautifully adorned
One striped naked.

Waking day by day
Under the same blue sky
The same warm sun
The same rooting breath

Do I ooze life
Do I effervesce with essence,
Or do I drag myself around
Do I need reviving!

Given freely
This air to breath
The sun to warm
These nutrient to feed

What tips the balance
Each and every day
From vibrant and victorious
To defeated and discouraged

So fine the division
So refined the disguise,
Most times the only one to know
Is me and myself

Is it challenge
Is it gift
To make the choice
To pick the way

Each day renewed
Beautifully granted
Until the end
Until the curtain draws

Opening my heart
I see my blue skies
I feel my radiant sun
I know my granted blessings

With the view to accept
The aptitude for gratitude
The budding begins
The bloom inevitable

Patterns, Habits and Choices

patterns

One sky
Same night
Different images

One man
Same deed
Different appreciations

One life
Same opportunities
Different perspectives

Do you see dusk’s beauty or darkness lurking?
Do you see man’s strength or is he overbearing?
Do you see life’s gifts or its shortcomings?

The answers are inherent in ‘choice’
Choice is dictated by patterns
Patterns are created by habits
Habits are formed over time

Time is of the essence
Cultivate your desired habits
Formulate your pattern
Stand by your active choice

Look for the signposts
The landmarks have been laid
The bricks may not all be yellow
But the path is clear

Open up to beauty and kindness
And appreciation will become a habit
Watch your perspective form a pattern
And your choice becomes full of life!

 

 

No Reign for Confusion

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So easy to fall
Into the pit of quicksand.
So quickly blown
Into the cortex of whirlwind.
So it is that this very mind
Sinks to depths
And flusters in circles.

One minute
Slim of thought
So tranquil is life,
Next an uproar
As confusion brings strife.

Acting almighty
As if in control
When all the while
Breaking loose as turmoil.

One breath in
One breath out
Diminishes quicksand
To a playful sandbox.

One breath in
One breath out
The gusty wind
Is but a calm breeze.

Hand in hand
Heart and mind
Which will lead?
Which will follow?

With ears turned in
Answers are heard
Equilibrium sounds
And home is found.

Yet not from the song of the heart
Nor the buzz of the mind
But a silence supreme
Where peace is sublime.

Eighteen Today

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No mother could be prouder
Of the infant to child
The teenager to adult
That you have become

With obvious insecurities
To seasoned confidences
From fears and trepidations
To successes and conquests

With molding and shaping
Your character blooming
Showing love and kindness
To joy and gratitude

Always respectful
Quietly inquisitive
Always striving
Wanting knowing of more

For simply just who you are
I hope you’ll carry
My love always close
To nurture and comfort

For no matter the year
No matter the decade
You’ll always be mine
And I’ll always yours

Romanced by the Sun

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On a wintery fogged morning
Watching from behind
A thick blanket
Of heavy moist cloud

Allowed to be glimpsed
As the layers thin
You are a striking slither
Streaking across my sky

At first a most pure shine
Knowing your brilliance
You tease as a mystery
Charmingly cloaked

With the rise of the morning
You show your presence
Gingerly touching
Glistening dew drops

You banish the chill
Enticing activity
Drawing me forth
Into the day

At the height of noon
You are strong and kind
Grand and bold
Forcing me to acknowledge

My day is a disaster
If I do not see you
If I do not feel you
If I do not connect

Dusk begins to arrive
I am drunk in adoration
Your rich colors displayed
Never the same

Beginning your departure
Your embrace still fresh
Warmth subsides
But your power remains

As each winter night shortens
Your greet me each morning
Just a little earlier
Staying each day just a little longer

Every day, every year
You tease me so
You capture me so
And so it is
I am romanced by the sun!

 

 

String of Pearls

pearls

Tiny grains of sand
Compress and surface
As a string of pearls

Singular droplets of moisture
Merge and form
The great oceans

Flimsy wisps of cloud
Float and rise
As the comforting sky

Each and every breath
Shallow or deep
Opportunities encompassing existence

Such grandeur!
Pearls, oceans, the sky
Even existence.

All nothing without
The minutiae
Grains, droplets, wisps
And every little breath.

What is it that we see?
What is it that we acknowledge?
The whole?
Or it’s parts?

What are we?
Mankind
Nations
Communities
Or individuals?

How kindly we are made!
How kindly we are acknowledged!

Each with a face
Never duplicated
Each with a beat
Rhythm unique
Each allowed
Opportunity unparalleled!

Have you seen
The part you are?
Own your chance
Claim your gift
Live your turn
No strings attached
This is your time!