Parenting the kid
Protect, provide, nurture, love
Then watch the blooming
poetry
Curveball
Curveballs!
Offsets the course
Upsets the routine
Messes up the plan
What a nuisance!
Life is no smooth sail!
We can all attest to that.
But are not the trials
Opportunities to find your strengths?
Life is not without mistakes!
We have all made a few
But are not the errors
Avenues of resilience and growth?
Life is not without loss!
We have all shed a tear or two.
But are not past fortunes
Relics we hold dear?
Perhaps the curveballs
Are misconstrued.
Perhaps the curveball
Is to set the track straight
Perhaps we lost our way
And needed a pointer
Perhaps we became complacent
And required a jolt!
Before you judge the throw
Set your cap
Shuffle the dirt
And get ready to bat!
Remember you’re in the game
The play is on
And you made the team
Now let’s play……’life’!
Mothering Goddess
Serene so the onlooker is quieted
Pure so any darkness dare not come near,
Majestic so the captivated desire to follow suit
Nurturing so love unfolds in a glance..
If the search is true
Then the message is clear,
Close the eyes
And sit still in time,
Become one with your presence
And within,
You will find your present…
True Home
Whisper words of love
Radiate the glow of gratitude
Therein lies the gift
Inherent is the proof
Both have been awakened
Consciously you accept
Step and cultivate understanding
Immerse and cloak with appreciation
Wearing your true face
Glide with ease and grace
Like bees to nectar
Like the homeward bound soldier
Your radar is now set
As home and paradise both
No longer just name nor mystery…
Mirror
“Mirror mirror
On the wall
Who’s the fairest of them all…’
In the gentle trickle
Of a near dry stream,
The placid presence
Of the lotus within a murky abode
In the reflected elegance
Of the back staged moon,
The beaming presence
Of the glowing sun
Whether full force
And stage-front,
Or almost neglected
Along the sidelines
What I know
Is I am here,
Right now
And in this moment
Daring to look around
All are reflections
Of the omnipresent
And of me
Whatever the perception,
Wherever the appearance,
Both choice and acceptance
The unlocking keys
Unlock to your vision
Release your wisdom
Merge with the oneness
You know is real
Some mirrors are of glass
Some of smoke,
The ones that matter
Reflect to you your true self!
Priceless
The mother;
That knows her child’s palate
So her child’s eyes always gleam
And hunger is stirred
Even before the first bite.
The father;
That watches dote-fully
And nudges forward
Yet stands always
As the safety net.
The lover,
That throws the wink
The unexpected kiss
Ignites all primal thirsts
And satiates in participatory manner.
The Divine,
Delivers the life force
Delicately as breath.
Stays closer than close
So that you are never alone.
All impossible to beat
And priceless in nature.
Love and Care
There are gorging valleys and canyons
Deep and mysterious oceans
Dark and ancient caves.
There are birds colored in rainbow spectrums,
Reptiles textured and patterned like kaleidoscopes,
People no two identical in phenotype or personality.
How grand the distinguishing features!
How many the infinite variables!
How abundant the opportunity for awe!
How fortunate to be
Not only an integral part of the composition,
But to be positioned to enjoy
This incredible stage.
How then to capture this living breathing theatre?
How to experience this today and preserve for tomorrow?
How to leave but a footprint to show
Acknowledgement and not destruction?
It’s to appreciate!
Appreciate this magnificent
Artistic creation,
And it’s Curator of kindness.
It’s to learn to love and care.
As the source of all creation
Is but love and care.
The effort for sustaining anything valued
Is to love and care.
The power to thrive and flourish
Is best from love and care.
To dance on this stage
Sit in the seats
Watch the show
And even befriend
And acknowledge the Producer
Now this is the gift
Of the ultimate
Love and caretaker!
Drops…
Dew drops
Pearl drops
Tear drops
From the eyes of the skies
From the eyes of the seas
From the eyes of your heart
Dew drops
Morning moisture
Caught and seated to quench
Pearl drops
Sand grains
Captured and moulded to beautify
Tear drops
Tender emotions
Released and trickle to express
Drop by drop
A little humility
A little understanding
A little gratitude
Acknowledge these drops
And watch in wonder
Your very own
Quenching
Your very own
Beautification
Your very own
Expression
As all come to life..
Reflections
As the butterfly you see all her alluring flutters
Yet wait awhile
As the wings are folded to rest
And she stills herself
You’ll then recognize the earlier colors
The flutters performed
Were reflections and windows
Of her inner hues and moves
In her secret place within
She finds her lover of loves
She floats in the clearest of air
She breathes in the perfume of heaven
Surfacing
How can she not
But simply shine and glow
Ooze compassion and love
Want to sing glory and praise
Of her One that showed the way.
Easter
Zombie like living
Resurrect yourself today
One breath at a time
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