For some,
I am a representation
Of their enamor with another.
For some,
I am a representation
Of their enamor with another.
With your eyes upon me
I stand in your trance
Delicate, supple,
Dare I say, beautiful
Your kindness showers a light
What you see is your reflection
Except you think
The beauty belongs all to me
Together we beam
Bouncing energies that gleam
Much like chicken and egg
Where does this beauty begin and reside?
Universal is this beauty’s light
So easy to see in nature’s delights
Yet if so omnipresent
Why so hard to accept
That we are part of the same exquisite design
Come, my admirer
Share with me your heart
So that I may too
See my reflection
Then with such an embrace
Of love, light and beauty
Gratitude can reign
And we both shall have truly lived
January you arrived 12.01
With sparkles and sizzle
Must you fizzle
As you depart?
Taking with you
The glimmer of hope
Planted in the dark
No! you bring beginnings
Opportunity to start afresh
Yet each year brings too
My detectable age
With my luster
Working harder to push through
Searching and embracing
Ways new and old
For truer gratification
I survive the winter
The winter where the sun
Barricaded by thick sheets of cloud
Leaves brittle and dry
The winter of separated lovers
Conforming to conventional expectations
Hearts ache and cold
The winter of lost souls
Deafened by laws and rites of religions, traditions
Confused and wandering
Whether the season
The heart
The soul
January
Thank you for your lesson
Your message of hope
To seize each moment
As this gift of time
Despite the seeming ease of renewal
Is the keeper of all things
Depart now
Leave with me my resolutions
My aspirations
As I pray to circle once more
Around the great one
So as we may meet again
Left guessing each morning
As the night sky lingers,
Sun rising faster elsewhere
You tease your arrival.
Tickling the leaves
At the tips of weighted branches,
Sway is soft, sometimes brisk
Ghost-like you change the air.
Mid morning telling
With full force brightness,
Your are not quite ready
To come and stay.
Waiting for your signs
With warm hues of amber and burnt orange,
The longing deepening
For what only you can deliver.
Trees will be crowned
With jewels to be shed,
Giving comfort
And rustle to my feet.
Fall you arrive
Bringing time to reconnect,
As the hearth becomes
The gathering spot.
Time for reflection
Three quarters in,
The year almost done
What’s happened? what’s yet to be done?
Lists never completed
Bewildering and unforgiving,
Instead let’s give thanks
To each day, each season.
Thank you my old friend
You teach how to shed,
Keep gratitude close
And revive for seasons to come.
This stagnant air
Pungent with pride
Obstinacy and malice!
Leaves no room to breathe.
The weave so thick
With every cause, every claim
Each voice just another noise.
No surprise there are no winners.
Acute pain or oblivion
Victim or perpetrator,
The weight so heavy, why bother to change!
Just surrender to your place in the chain.
Yet each day there’s a new dawn
Chance to shed the snake skin, leave behind yesterday.
Make the clean break
With a breath of fresh air.
Walk, even run away from the clatter,
But don’t turn that blind eye!
Summon the strength from within
With each in and exhale.
Rotating in our spaces
We may not know each other,
We may not even see each other.
But we are linked by times past and present.
Each one of our acts count.
From a hand in community work
To recycling plastic bottles
Or a simple smile and story shared.
Denying our obvious commonalities is ignorance accepted!
As this one world is home to all.
And even more basic
Is how we breathe,
The same air
In the same way.
So together,
Lets make
And take,
A breath of fresh air.
Flow of flutes
Beat of drums
Glide of strings
Instruments played
Notes to melodies
Melodies to harmonies
Moving towards me
Ears not only
But my pores
Hear the feeling
Of ancient times
With divine perseverance
We blend
Boundary lost
Vibrating as one
Am I the music?
Is the music in me?
In this space
Unquestioned freedom
Peace
Gently resides
Inviting me
In
Held
Rested
P’haps even saved
Bringing
Flow, rhythm
Resonance
To my being
Being alive
Being here
Deepened blue to grey mingle
Streaking the clouded sky
Robbing of luminosity;
Nature’s foreboding way.
With unseeable cracks
The leakage begins,
Pitter patter, a sweet sprinkle
A gentle caress.
With wind accompaniment
Shifting cumulus and nimbus,
A rhythm ensues
Giving signs of greater offerings.
In awe of what has no actual form
Yet holds a thunderous roar,
Comes forth as precipitation
A dance of both fear and hope.
To witness is to be entranced,
This illusionary masterpiece,
Magical to monstrous
From one moment to next.
Connections click
Like cogs deep inside,
My engines kick start
With a heat of ancient knowing.
With droplets delivered to every pore
My being stirred to a glow,
With no measure, no timing
No rhythm, no rhyme
This feeling bestowed
By the mightiest hand.
Making my being
So blessedly alive.
Rain or shine
Thunder or lightning,
Drizzle or torrents
My life is afoot!
Each second
Each day
This mighty breath,
My rain so delivered.
With; everything is possible
Without; the clock has struck out.
So,
Blessed are all moments,
And may only ‘breath’ be the one
That ‘takes my breath away’!
As the day dawns