Nakedly fierce
Gloriously beautiful
Combined by design
Dedicated to an amazing woman.
life
Regal Lily
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…
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…
Soul Mates
Inseparable souls
Rhythmical in touch and sound
Harmony for life
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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