~Be Kind~

 

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 or moonbeams of a gentle Spring, but

mostly when needed, in the harrowing storms of Life~

 

~be kind, give, Love, in this new year~

Reflection 2024

 

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

 

~recalling our love~

   ~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~

~oh Love, wash away the tears~

 

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

i cherish her so

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~ 

do you love as i do

 ~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’~ 

still

 ~as i now walk this path, my choice of path,

remain quiet and ‘still’, where still is not 

being physically immobile but being a receptor

 

to all of Life’s aesthetics; visual, auditory, tactile,

 

etcetera, which surround me, in and with every

 

step taken on this path~ 

i love to love

love that mine eyes open in the morning 
and i remember that i have loved and just 

maybe have also been, in this mundane 

sojourn, a fortuitous longevity of life 

 

that my heartbeat was in sync with my 

siblings and lifelong friends i've made, 

‘Mi Mamasita’ in giving me birth, now she 

too has been reborn onto an eternal 

transcendent realm 
 

i love my partner, my wife, of thirty-seven 

years and how she has made my heart 

beat with a flurry and my spirit dance, she 

has opened mine eyes to a joy that replaced 

a sadness within 
 
i love the trees that sway in wind and are  

home to birds that sing, squirrels that play, 
the flora that tickle their rooted feet, and 
the stream that runs along waving with 

many ‘hi’s’ of ripples running by 
 
i love the ocean and its tides that roar upon  

the shore In sunlight by day shimmying with  

silver delight and in the noir of night it becomes  

a mirror to the stars as the moonbeams kiss 

the sea 
 
i love that i have been given this gift of life with  

eyes to witness, mine ears to listen to its music, 

hands to touch and feet to run, a spirit of dance, 

but most of all, a heart that beats in rhythm with 

Love~