You the fragrant rose
Blooming under watchful eye
Of infinite love
Infused
Divinity
Graceful Governance
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
Window to Love
Pressed against the pane,
Cool then misted
Clear then obscure.
Convinced my love
I was waiting for.
Eyes searching
Heart yearning
Feeling empty like a shell.
The rays of light
Giving rise to the rainbow
Bring nature’s embrace by color.
Below my window,
Bees saying hello
Kissing the tips of lavender buds.
Swooning in the late afternoon sky,
Starlings riveting dance
Spilling the vision of romance.
No latch to keep out
My love surrounded me
All whilst sitting on my window sill
Rakshabandan
You arrive and greet
This morning of Rakshabandan.
As always, in full bloom
With unequivocal light and love.
This symbolic yellow rose
Stops me in my tracks
As you, brother, embodied
It’s rich depth and warmth.
Saving me from my sorrow
I see how love transverses all.
Physically no longer side by side
Yet our spirits still unite.
Our bond is clear
My brother dear,
As you remain with and between us,
Your loving sisters.
Today is Rakshabandan, the day of celebrating the bond between a brother and sister. The yellow rose is the symbol, my two sisters and I chose, that represents our departed beloved brother, Dipak.
From an unknowing third party, what should the universe send my way today of all days, but a yellow rose surrounded equally by three buds! What an image of our sibling unity!
The things you never thought that happen to you…
Basking in the light
You feel the sun
Did you know it comes up
Just for you?
Fingers entwined
Palms face to face
Perhaps as you stroll
Maybe just seated together,
That moment, it happened
Just for you!
Countless events
The mere length of a breath
A strangers smile
The taste of a pickle
A star streaking across the sky
Did you know they happened
Just for you
No premise requires
No transgressions possible
No power can deny
You just need the currency
Of being alive!
To know
What really happens in life
Takes no PHD
No millions or billions
No name or fame
So wake up to life
Capture this time
As so much is happening
Just for you!!
The Gift
No bow or ribbon in sight
No crisp enticing wrap
No tag to who or from where
Yet the unimaginable gift lays waiting.
Sometimes its hard to believe
This gift even exists,
That’s because it’s just not recognized,
Not seen for what it is.
Then moments arrive
Your quiet little dream
Or your deep screaming cry
Yield into form.
So what is your gift?
The subject of your dreams?
No my friends
The gift is a power.
The power to connect,
Connect and have relation
To the design within
Who hears all your ‘noise’.
So what when you feel giftless
When life is a mess
When all your efforts go astray
And defeated and alone you feel.
Remember you’re connected
Connected to the Source
And knowingly or unknowingly
We feed in the ‘noise’.
This noise, this input
Entered into the mainframe
Coded, decoded
With only one core instruction.
“Synthesize more of the loudest, most abundant input”
With little understood
This natural law, power, gift,
We misuse labels
‘Miracle’
‘Misfortune’
To explain our realities.
With a little understanding
Acknowledgement, appreciation.
We can come to recognize
That actually, all is our own doing,
Be it our dreams
Or our nightmares!
So beware what you dream for,
Snap out of your nightmares.
Focus and attend to your strengths,
Define your objectives,
And witness the majesty of designs
Create before your eyes.
True Mothers
Mother Earth
Mother Moon,
Mother Sun.
Mother Earth
You spin and rotate,
At velocity I can’t even fathom
Yet I stand steadfast and grounded.
Mother Moon
With no light of your own,
You care to grasp and reflect
Silver beams for my night to glow.
Mother Sun
You’re a blazing inferno
With constant ignition,
Yet for me
Gentle rays cascade.
With your nature to nurture
Your methods do conjure
My awe, my gratitude.
Yet at times forgetting
The magnitude of this precision
This perfection.
Taking life for granted,
You resort to sending lessons,
Sometimes
Too hard to swallow.
With platonic collisions
Come tsunamis, eruptions.
With meetings of high-low pressures
Dance hurricanes and twisters.
Despite the devastation,
The restructuring,
Over the many milline and Ages
With divine intervention,
The solar system has withstood
Test of time for my here entrance.
With what has been endured,
Allows me my time.
My day in the Sun
My nights with the Moon,
With feet upon this Earth.
True Mothers of life,
I promise to honor,
Respect and obey,
This glorious given life
In your kingdom,
This trifecta Heaven.
Photo curtesy of Kim Vallon posted on Pinterest.
New Dawn
Constantly present
A new dawn with golden truth
Be eclipsed or not
Soul Mates
Inseparable souls
Rhythmical in touch and sound
Harmony for life
Close your eyes..
Close your eyes…
Colors beyond the spectrum
Hues composed of love
Sparkle yet softened
Engulfing yet inviting
A beauty unparalleled
Not visual but felt
Alluring yet freeing
Enamoring yet calming
This colorful beauty
The picture of a living haven
Visible in clear sight
Yet needing no eyes
