Regal Lily

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Standing tall
In all her glory,
Bearing her core
Revealing her story.

Once a bud
Now in maturity,
Rich in elegance
Yet humbled by mortality.

From inner core
To edge of petals,
Spectrum of hues
Strength in depth.

Spring’s chilly dawns
Or sudden April showers,
All weathered through
With promise of sun’s sheltering.

Let her life story
Yield comfort and challenge,
For as she cycles through
So shall you…

Sunrise to Sunset…

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Behold the promise of a new day
From the colors in the sky
Not a rainbow yet still quite an array.

Yellow, emerging with power
Orange to red passing passion and fire
Even dark blue is warm yet smoldering
As forced to retire by the glimmer of dawning.

Such are colors of life
Rich and in their turn take the stage.
Enjoy each hue
As the glows and shimmers, wax and wane
From life’s breaking dawn to it’s restful night…

Letting go…..


Hiding from the inevitable

Avoiding the breakdown

Denying the process
Come I say, come!

Full force and break me

Fill me with your pain
Drown me, then wash with you

Away the momentary anguish

Leave me cleaned and empty
My choice to feel the void

My blessing to fill with love

My clarity to know the truth
What’s truly mine

I can never lose

Yet given freely and abundantly replenish
This is the story of love

Never to be lost

Only to be gained
Wellspring eternal

Even for the mortal

Mesh, merge and mingle
Into every moment, everyday

Let transient slip and slide

And love shine and be forever bright

Glorious Company

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Vast fields of plenty
Golden grains and grass
Yield and tilled
Harvested and recycled

Sideline bushery
Playfully sway
Adding mischief and contour
Bringing laughter and glee

All encompassed
As mothering Sun
Shines to illuminate
Both the way and life

What simplistic harmony
With delicate balance
Nurtures and fulfills
A full array of qualities

Rest and absorb
The bountiful beauty
The inherent peace
And recognize your glorious company

Perfectly Imperfect

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Born from the vision of perfection
Bestowed assets for growth
Granted divinely devised protectors

With little awareness
Of the inner perfected treasure
The search for purpose begins

Through play
Learning and toil
The misleading snowballs

Acquisitions and merges
For relations, materials and knowledge
Take precedence over simple truths

Further and further
‘Til the connection so weak
‘Knowing’ is replaced with mere ‘belief’

Yet is not the pain of imperfection
That drives to satiate the thirst for perfection
That which leads back to perfection?

With the roll and rumble
The discontent and stumbles
The empty shell seeks a refuge

In the silence and once alone
With the most real of sounds
The One true friend comes to light

So long as there’s motion
The stir to find, and most of all
The open heart

The magnetic connection of the perfect and imperfect
Draw together, seeking each other
As after all, that was

The intended perfect play!

All Born Kings

 

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Attire of regales
Naturally adorned

Yet what mighty weight
Held on sturdy shoulders

Looking ahead
With so much to protect

Head held high
Yet still humbled

With virtue of heart
Comes the clearest glory

Daily battles
Some won, some lost

Need no army
Wage no war

Crowned by birth
Dispute unworthy

Mother Nature’s King
Know you reign supreme!

Hunger

hubger

Slow churn
Twist and turn
Rumble and roll
Then deeper still
Growl and groan

What kind of hunger
Speaks this way
Gnawing and nibbling
Never at bay
And incessantly stays

No food can satiate
No destination can appease
No feeling can deflate
No intelligence can defeat

So I return within
Claiming my peace
As all attentions
Gather in one place

Here it is
The fountain of All
Pouring and cascading
Just waiting to be found
Questions and answers
All merge into one

What magic then
If scaled somewhat larger
That all our hungers
Our questions, our answers
All too reside, right here together
On this here planet
We can call home…

Maimed

maimed

Hurt with cuts and bruises,
I don’t doubt
Ointment and balm
You’d bring.

Chapped lips
And matted hair,
Bathe and comfort
You would plead.

If I’m really
To be seen,
Not matter my exterior
Love me for my interior.

Cast away the images
Prim, proper and pretty;
Embrace my essence
And let me claim my presence.