it is not 'man' of whom i disdain, for he is made from the truth of the universe,
but is the choices he makes that are antithetical to this 'truth'
the more i look within, the
further i am witness to me and
my universe, and how it is ‘entangled’ to the whole of the
‘Universe(s)’
how does the bee and the hummingbird locate its flower,
how does the wind find the trees to sway
and the waves of
the seas clasp each other, and the day and night dance?
how do notes on a score synchronize with dissonance or
harmony by a pen in hand that and who annotates them
on a fret to a bar, making music that sooth mine ears,
touching my heart and directing my spirit in dance?
when I observe outside myself and witness human beings,
I see two types: those who selflessly give and those who
selfishly take; I do not witness this in other life beings,
for they give and take from each other in harmony with
Nature, selflessly
the human species saddens me by the perpetuity of human
disruption to the ‘balance’ of the ‘Tao’ through this gift of
Nature. The human species are usurping responsibility
as
caretakers, and persist in primeval power grabbing via wars
we are doomed to self-destruction if we do not recognize
what is of value; that being; ‘Life’, by choosing love over hate~
When the Universe exhales, its destiny unveils,
the colors of the flower gently fade, trees are felled by
seemingly angry winds, the waves of the seas rise
high and clasp one-another, and the mountains
spew their inert to the sky,
covering “ the sunlight
that grasps the earth, the
moonbeams kissing the
sea, from daylight to night-time
noir attire
The debate or discourse by
William James of’ free-
will’ (determinism vs
indeterminism) becomes
mute or at minimum no longer fodder for discussion,
for 'choice’ is no longer in the
cornucopia of life’s
basket; the infinite cycle of the Universe (s), has
inhaled and exhaled, thus the flower must embrace
the fading of its colors, “…yet
leave room to start
again” ~
‘new beginnings’, is a choice made by the cognizance of
one
who wishes to journey into and onto a path less traveled
this brings a light that shines differently and maybe brighter,
that illuminates otherwise hidden edges, corners and shadows
in choosing the unbeknownst, one enters into a world, that if
with open eyes and sensorial feels, it is an epiphany
I wish this to be my ‘new beginning’~
This ‘Holiday’, being inculcated/indoctrinated with the religion of the Catholic version which, briefly and simplistically, as the supposed historical celebration of the rising from death, on the third day, a man by the name of Jesus.
Now in my latter years of age and a gratefully long-lived life, I embrace the
symbolism in the manner to my rebirth, in escaping from the more deteriorative shackles
that incapacitated me at times, either physically or mentally, both exacerbating
the demise of each.
~i think of the vastness of 'what is', not just of life and death, time or dimensions, metaphysics, universe or multi-universes, or even the beginning of 'the All', but i think of 'Love' ~
i look out yonder into the vastness of wonder, and my spirit begins to dance, t'if the last dance, and so i whisper within; 'this cannot be the end or all that is, for mine eyes still have visions beyond, so too doth my heart and soul"~
watching the flower shimmy and shutter, dispel the dew left upon its petals from the noir of night so that when the sun rises to infuse its radiant energy upon the verve of its 'being' mine eyes can cherish, and may share in the pleasure of 'life'
...and so the earth released itself from the hand of 'man' but not before it chanted through the portal of its mountain..."I gave you of myself, all that I am, and you corrupted the 'Nature' of my being, so now I say to you...be gone and let my new friends who will cherish me, care for me and rest upon my verdant pasture and azure canvas above"
I lay my head upon a pillow and
close mine eyes to rest,
and try to escape the ravages of angst and pangs the
days’ slings of arrows have
wrought upon my heart.
I feel the trickling of tears slowly running down the temples
of my face because of the sadness and fear wrought, not
just upon me, but upon U.S.A. ‘personhood’ and all ‘humankind’
The moon, last night, mimicked the daylight star we call, the sun
it showed its beams of light more grand and brighter
than the many nights before
it was telling us, that even when our eyes are closed
in darkness by angst of fear,
light will become larger and brighter replacing the
darkness of yore
When the morning’s curtains open and the sunrays grasp the earth,
~Hours and days go by so quickly now; being aware of the acceleration of moment to moment allows me to also be most attuned to the present, the awareness of observing the totality of my being present in this space and not just looking as being distinctly separate from all that surrounds me
death does not usurp 'Life', when eyes close indefinitely or the moment
when breath no longer resides within, but when the spirit ceases to dance
in the key of life, thus, this is the tragedy that doth avail the human spirit~
Mine eyes opened this morn with elation, being
comforted by the Cardinal’s mellifluous song and the
Blue-Jay’s caws, who stick around even in the cold of
winter, and with the white of snow covering branches
of conifers, maples and oaks, they ornament Winter’s
canvas with the radiance of crimson and blue~
My heart flutters with joy when awaken to this, for it is
a gift of one more day upon this floating verdant and
azure mundane abode, where my body is fortunate to
reside upon with the wealth of many years’ longevity,
sheltering the life of my soul, allowing my spirit to
dance, as a partner, to life’s verve~
Yet, beyond this gift of beauty, what I am heartened
and most grateful, is to being witness to life itself and
sharing the love of hearts, for having been given to me
whilst I have been capable of reciprocating, whether
in the sunlight and or moonbeams of a gentle Spring, but
more so when needed, in the travails of Life~
~be kind, give, Love, from this day on~
In reflection of these last
three hundred and sixty-five days,
some garnered diminished
attention, many were inspirational by
wafts of wonderful smells,
sounds of song and music from voices
by humans or avian, or the
sounds of rustling leaves of trees from
wind, of running streams and
brooks, or the callings of creatures
in the woods. There were many
moments of laughter and smiles
from family and friends, smiles
from strangers.
Yet, many tears were shed of
aching hearts, the angst and sorrow
of my mind and spirit from the
passing of my brother and three
close friends. Stories and visions
of suffering and sadness from
distant lands of devastation from
fires and floods, hurricanes and
tornados, from the wanton
deaths and killing of innocent people
because of famine and wars, the
result of ignorance and stupidity
from prejudice and hate
And so now, I shall breathe in
deep, shall conjure in my mind, my
heart and spirit, my being, how
tomorrow being the start of our
new year, according to the Gregorian
calendar, I will think positive
despite a portentous arrival of
a dystopian condition being bandied
about by the ‘2025MAGA’
leadership in our U.S.A. Republic. My wish
and hope is that there will be
enough caring minds and hearts who
will promote and carry our
Democracy through this challenge
~my mind wanders and wonders, winding again and again
on
to thoughts of loved ones who are now at a distance, of
those
who came in innocence and left quietly
this
time of year, i remember, recalling of how our two hearts
were
one, how our hands were intertwined into one another’s,
our
lips gently kissing, and I wiped away your tears and you
brushed
away mine
we
knew in that moment, in this world time was integral to
the
beginnings of our journey, the essence of our shared
existence until the unavoidable ending
and through this all, the path we shared, we leave footprints
for
others to walk upon, leaving their own yet knowing that we
were
there before and they too hold hands, kiss and whispering
to each other the omnipresent gentle sentiments of Love~
wait, what are these wet beads trickling down
my cheeks of which my spirit did not intend,
for i wish to dance of heart and feet
the minutes and hours cast shadows, fleeting
by through my days lately, and not wanting them
to be bathed in a basin filled of emptiness,
my spirit, even though embracing all of life’s
manifestations, its verve, the least of which
i wish to experience is loneliness
in this space and time that i am given here in this
sojourn, please let it be touched by the aesthetic
of Nature's hand, and truly, with the heart of Love
she is with me now and i wish for her to be
with me for a while longer, for months and years
i want to see her azure eyes looking back at me,
her lovely kissing lips, the smile she shares with me
the touch and warmth of her palms, when we hold
each other in an embrace, the feeling of our hearts
beating on each other's chests
i love you mi amor, please stay with me a bit longer
,
in spite of our last oncologist visit, let not this insidious
infirmity in your blood that is creeping, separate us
from this wondrous mundane sojourn
she is sleeping now, for it is 2:30 a.m., unaware of these words
i write of my lamenting spirit to her possible absence, the
beating of our hearts as one, and how i cherish her so~
~when i ask, ‘will you still love me tomorrow’?
if i ask, ‘did you or have you loved me the way i do you’?
and if i ask, ‘do you know that love does not belong to anyone,
to anything but it is the fiber of all, the essence of everything,
if you understand this, then i accept when you tell me you love me,
that you love me as i do you’~