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Saturday, April 11, 2015

be here, now

take a moment of your day and step outside
your house as now the warming breath
of season has come to bear
step out bare foot so that the soft now verdant
grasses can tickle between your toes

take but a moment’s time to look up at the
light azure sky and breathe in the breath of the new day,
turn and look at the blossoming tree standing there
in front of you for it has much to say

turn your eyes to the other side to see
the robin perched on a limb of that large oak tree
whose years far exceed yours and listen to the robin
whose song is but the channeling of the great oak
imparting wisdom of its many years

be awed as the robin flies away to play in its abode
for it has trumpeted and edified the days spirit
and your ears have now awaken to hear
lessons of the great oak tree, your eyes seeing the sky,
to feel the grass between your toes, to consume
the day

this moment will have seemed too fleeting
but when the time has come and your eyes
can barely focus, your breathing no longer
becomes easy and your feet can no longer carry
you outside, this memorable moment shall be
significant as it eases the angst of a departing soul    

* for imaginary garden with real toads

Thursday, April 9, 2015

silent reality

find the sound of silence
and clarity will be mine
hear the notes played in the wind
and i’ll see beyond the grey
that plays the light

when night falls after day
the moon takes the space of the sun
then imaginings arise in my mind
as dreams replace reveries and in my
memories my soul finds life’s concubine  

when the tree shadow is cast from
a golden spray of sun and a flower
stretches, stretches reaching with its
petal fingers trying to touch the sky
my eyes smile from these aesthetics
captured of the day

then i close them to accommodate the stars
of night and welcome the surreal of reflecting
upon what they had seen and now my head
doth lay as multi-colors painted into dreams
where shadows are cast by the flora swaying
in the wind become spirits dancing and
the flowers now live in the clouds

which is my reality, i do not wish to choose
i only know when i hear and see the rivers run
into an ocean blue and see the eagle fly tickling
the bottoms of the feet of the dangling clouds,
the waft of a Spring day rain and the laughter of love
permeates the air then this is where i wish to lie
in life’s shadow in my soul when i die



Tuesday, April 7, 2015

sunflower hope

opened my eyes a sunflower
was peering down upon me
i fell asleep in a field of them
i lay there undaunted by a world
where hate and suffering abounds
and i feel a roar rumbling in the ground

birds fly wildly in and out of burning clouds
i look up hoping someday soon the clouds
will turn back to the color white and stars
once again twinkle free of embers burning
and sounds of songbirds fill the air muting
that roar of hatred from those that don’t care

so i lay awake starring upward to the sky
reflecting upon when first mama gave me birth
and my world was born with love of sorts
and every breath i took came with wonderment
where i had not yet been made to cope
with life’s burdens and a slight of option
they call hope

when i rise from here i shall take someone’s hand
or maybe speak into their ear or just write words
that are gathered inherent in my heart and soul
left by my ancestors of feather headdress , that being;
'war is not the answer’ . for they tell me stories
of when we’ve been there before in a world
that had crumbled to the ground and we now
are given a second chance to plant seeds
rather than destroy, leaving for our progeny
a better world all around