grieving memory

 ~this moment arises, with a sense of melancholy,
a feeling of emptiness bestowed upon with sadness,
as thoughts gather wantonly, most profoundly of a
memory to an abrupt absence of a heart and spirit
whose presence before me are no longer 

i send you thoughts in the spirit of caring, transmit
my heartbeats with the feeling of love and yet I hear
not, from you, nor does my heart sense that yours’
palpitates in synchrony with mine, when once they
were inseparable

my breath quickens in short bursts, with every memory
of your face, and my lips quiver with wanting of one
more kiss, remembering the gentle softness that
inspired desire with the warmth of us caressing each
other in an embrace

at this moment, my mind does not wish to grapple with
or recall why and how our two hearts departed, and i
wish not to open mine eyes and not see your powder
blues staring back at me, for my heart and soul cannot
exist in your absence~ 

~life whispers~

the whisperings I’m hearing of then and now,
tell me the presence of my being is never far
from where I’ve been and will always be near to
where I will be

in those visions mine eyes have captured, what
my fingertips have touched, and of days and nights
where my breaths have breathed and have shared
my heartbeats with those of whom I cared

here now in the quiet of my solitude, as I ponder,
cogitate and reminisce, celebrate this day, being
more fortunate than many, to have entered onto
a life long-lived, of three quarters of a century

hence I listen to the whispers in the wind, to the
voices and the lives of those whom and that which
came before me, as they speak the wisdom of the
Universe(s)…’all shall be well, for all will be what is
to be’  

~my legacy~

 Soon I will depart from your presence, the existence of my being
with the breath in me still left, I will walk barefoot, clear in mind
and a spirit dancing, awaiting to traverse onto the next journey
that shall follow the way and path of the universe(s)

the errors of my ways were and are; in the expectations of people  
whose eyes judge me adversely as to who I am, loving me for my
hearts true intention, so too, when the tears would flow, thinking 
theirs would mirror mine in empathy for all living beings

Becoming Natures' Breath

~let it come if it must, and it shall, as these
moments shall pass, for it is change that is the
only constant of the Universe(s), the only
permanence and then comes ‘new’

walk gently and slowly with eyes wide open,
breathe in the waft of the day and night, the
Springs’ petrichor, the nights’ lunar smile, then
again the mornings’ delight from the touch of
the Suns’ fingertips

for even when the heart stops and your breath
becomes Natures’ endless  breeze, the memories
of this, your sojourn, shall be remembered by the
footsteps of your visit, and your breaths shall 
vibrate through songs of the wind~   

~hate~

 

how doth thou rest when thy soul and its spirit are 

dressed in attire where thy shirt is drenched of

anger and vile, trouser pockets are filled with

mire, sewn by threads worn by a coward

 

thine ears must hear the wailing and the cries

from children’s tear-filled eyes of anguish 

due to empty bellies and broken hearts, 

being torn apart from mother's arms 

 

is there no shame in thy heart for all this pain

caused, for the gravity of your actions, for

the tasteless discourse via the tongues of

sycophants mimicking your divisive hate

 

Khalil Gibran, 'Love'

UPON THE SAND

Said one man to another,

“At the high tide of the sea,

long ago, with the point of

my staff I wrote a line upon

the sand; and the people

still pause to read it, and

they are careful that

naught shall erase it."

And the other man said,

And I to wrote a line upon

the sand, but it was at

low tide, and the waves

of the vast sea washed

it away. But tell me,

what did you write?"

And the first man

answered and said,

“I wrote this:

‘ I am he who is.'

But what did you write?"

And the other man said,

“This I wrote:

I am but a drop of

this great ocean.”

Khalil Gibran

the word 'Love'

 Love’, such a magnificent word that was articulated then scribed 
in writ, mumbling initially to be used as an expression of embracing
and appreciation.

It was expressed when the human psyche looked around and
recognized the aesthetic beauty of Nature and how the heartbeat
and the spirit dance in synchrony, as it expressed with awe when
looking upward to the sky, observing puffs of white cottons soaring by

Then a moment arises when these bi and quad-pedal beings, the
the avian soaring above, while the water of the sea, intrinsic
of life, all observe each other as the newborn of the female who
carried them onto birth peer into the eyes of the male whose seed
help fertilize, bond, sharing the omnipresent fiber of ‘Life’, of which
is now being referenced by the nomenclature, ‘Love’

Love is now recognized as being all-encompassing and not a possession
of just one life entity, but worn from a closet of attire that is borrowed,
tiff a drop of water that does not displace the ocean from whilst it comes,
but becomes one with.

Love is like music, not being of just one note, bar or fret but being
a mellifluous vibe, it being like the wind and not just a one blowing
breeze, and so when asked; ‘what is Love’, one can respond by
opening ones’ arms in array and say, ‘‘look around, for we are all
what is Love’~

song in my absence

 ~I am grateful and welcoming of what ‘life’ has afforded me.
The love ‘Mamasita’ gave to me and my six other siblings, as a
single parent, with minimal sustenance but kept our bellies sated
while sustaining us with health of body and most important of
mental health, providing the fortune of longevity in a world now,
of exponential challenges to thrive.

On these days, in my latter years of age, where my body can no
longer amble without restrictions, without pain, of which it is the
common setting of my peers, yet we have had the fortunes of
witnessing the pleasure and joy, and also sadden tears, through
all of life’s wonder in the hours of days, weeks in months and years  

And as my breath begins to mimic the spirit of the Universe in these
my latter years, fear is not the main ingredient of my departure from
this mundane sojourn, they’re wish and hopes that in the absence of

my being here on earth, there will be songs sung and feet dancing,
words read of those I’ve written to poetry and prose, accompanied
by mellifluous vibrations of Nature’s voice~  

~the truth of man~

 

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' 

~choosing love in life~

 

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~

'entanglement of transition into transformation'

 

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~

 

‘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’~

                                                

                                        

Easter; 2025

 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 finally made the decision to confront this grave human foible, which was not my first but the more lasting, thinking that I was always in control of its effects. Reflecting upon this, I am realizing that many of my ‘stupid’ decisions were a direct result to my ineptness of  control. I fully embrace and welcome this stage of my life’s epiphany.

So of this, I celebrate Easter and am joyful for all who celebrate this day for their own personal convictions, welcoming the ‘true’ Christian integral manifestations that may contribute to the progression and propagation of ‘Humankind Morals’~

i think of Love

 ~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' ~

~beyond wonder~

 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"~

~capturing the pleasure of Life~

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'

                                                                            

~irresponsible humanbeings~

 ...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"

~Humankind Lost~

 

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’

~light will come~

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

~twelve a.m.~

 When the morning’s curtains open and the sunrays grasp the earth,

I shall open mine eyes, look around and take part in awakening my

life for one more day, I will listen to the aviary choir outside my

windowpane, harken to my spirit within to dance in rhythm with

Nature’s breath and play amidst the flora and fauna holding hands

with those whom I love and love me back until dusk and mine eyes

become weary again wishing to rest underneath a nocturn sky~