my wish for you today

as the day today begins to come to an end

as the day today begins to come to an end

my wish is that, if but only for a moment,

the spirit of whoever you are who is reading

my words, will have witnessed a moment of joy

 

that the presence of love will have touched

even if by slight, your heart, and for that

moment there was an absence of pain, of

anguish and sadness, the presence of peace

 

for i believe that of this presence is what

our next sojourn is made of, that the fiber

and fabric of the universe is of peace and

calm, of joy and love 

human, wildflower within

 

wildflowers grow in all their colors

attracting the eye and smell of the

bees and hummingbird and they

are sated by sweet nectar

 

the grasshopper jumps up to enjoy

the leafy petals and stems that are

tasty to him, sits on his haunch to

nibble

 

and the mantis comes to observe

the wonder of the multicolored hues,

sits back to meditate and cogitate of

all this and why it is this way

 

mother Nature gifts all these riches

to which is her nature and so is the

sun, the wind and the rain for they

are here for each other

 

if only ‘man’ could be in the same

whereby, with each other, be of the

nature of ‘humankind’, relieve those

in hunger, t’if a field of wildflowers

 

appreciate the present

 

i just went outside at 3a.m. to let my aging girl, Jasmine, so she can 'potty' and i looked up to see if i could see the conglomerate of shining stars. I spoke to 'Mamasita' now in another realm, heartfully whispering to tell her, 'Iilove you', telling my brother who left us too young, 'i love you', to a couple of good friends who also left too young, telling them, also, that i love them and i'm thinking of them.. i also and most importantly, thanked the maker of all this, for my life,, the gifts of my lovely wife, my canine children, my family and friends that are still with me in this mundane existence walking about on this rock traversing in space. And so i breathed  in deeply to ingest, to consume the verve and spirit of 'life'. t'was cathartic

 

now let's see if i can transition my body, mind and spirit from this stage of reveries to one of dreams.

i am you, you are me

 

i’ve seen so many faces in my life and time

grateful for smiles but too many frowns

with enough pain to go around

 

have sat in silence to witness and listen

to the whispers of life in attempts to

understand why i think, why i breathe

 

the tree that hovers o’er me has shared

some of its wisdom imparted by the gentle

breezes of the wind only if i sit quiet, still

 

the running stream waves at me to catch my

attention to tell me of what it has seen

through its bends and turns

 

one day i shall put into words what mine

eyes have seen, my ears have heard, my

hands have touched and my heart has felt

 

whoever shall read the writ of my words will 

look up from them, breathe in deeply and sigh

for they will then realize they are not alone

river runs without me, still

 

went to sit on the river’s bank

where i used to more frequently in

earlier days when my spirit needed

to be healed, be rejuvenated and

needing to understand myself, my

place in Nature and the universe

 

sat back on the incline of the bank

listening to the running water clash

upon stones and fallen branches and

the chorus of feathered friends perched

on branches of weeping willows that

hover somber o’er the river and me

 

i look down the one side of the river

bank and notice a pair of empty shoes

skillfully placed together and asked

myself…where and I hope not, that

whose shoes they belong, they did not

decide to leave them behind forever

 

sauntering up to go look closer to the

shoes i feel cool grass blades between

my toes and looking down and i have

no shoes on then realizing i had dozed

off into a spiritual trance forgetting I’d

removed my shoes to feel the earth

 

am grateful that the river doesn’t have

a foreign interloper swimming lifeless

with the catfish on the bottom with the

muck and so i walk over to pick up my

shoes to stroll another day amidst the

somber willows, the river and sky above

love of calm

 

again, i’m feeling a calm, a restful spirit

though the years are running hurriedly past

and my reveries are filled with memories

as i sit here still pondering life

 

the wind is blowing with the years

and the leaves dance about while the

now golden sea of grasses sway like

waves

 

the clouds soaring by now grey in the sky

and denuded trees of their leaves,

the now bear limbs no longer give shelter

to the squirrels or blue jays

 

at dusk, the sun lights the sky with fire

and the moon arrives early making haste

of the presence of Orion and Polaris careful

not to fall into the pan of Ursa Major

 

so in this elderly abode where i reside

i am grateful for the years on this ride

and when it comes time for my everlasting

sleep, i wish my spirit to remember Love

just a stroll

 

i found this path i wish to walk upon

and i would like for you to take my hand

let us stroll amidst the radiance of colors

life is sharing with us

we may step on a stone that is sharply edged

or come onto a large boulder or fallen branch

must be maneuvered around yet we know this

path continues beyond these challenges

with us holding hands while traversing on this

path we feel each other's support and more

importantly sense our pulses, hearts beating

as one and together carry on

let us look up and around, witness the russets

red and gold of Autumn, listen to the orchestra

of singing feathered friends and fauna rustling

about snickering and watching us

there is much to be said about a quiet stroll with

another spirit to share a moment, being present

while gathering visions of Nature's dress, consuming

memories that feed the heart and soul

fickle now my days

 

fickle, oh so fickle are the days where

one day my spirit is enthralled just by

opening mine eyes to awaken to the

morning’s delight, walking thru my day’s

sojourn and then waving at the sun as it

lays to rest for the day and i smile at the

stars and moon as they arrive to watch

o’er life’s nocturnal stay

 

the next day my arms and legs, my mind

recognize the many years worn and the

feebleness of my body and spirit to rise

and greet the day wondering what will

 come of it, not in joyous exuberance but

in the challenges that may occur to wane

my lifting spirit or to cause my heart to

lament and mine eyes filled with tears

 

i beckon the spirit of the universe to share

with me its wisdom as to how to make a

choice that will lift me once more to that

time when once my youth filled spring of

spirit abound and these cruel years of age

with the pangs be assuaged and the angst

of life’s slings mitigated, so that my years

left, and i will rise to the delight of day 

and sleep gently in the night

 

 

life can be thorny

 

a sunflower became entangled in a thorn bush

whilst the wind blew strong but the flower

was saved from being uprooted because of the

sturdiness of the bush and so it was grateful

to live and thrive another day with the sun,

and the moon and stars at night

 

smile or be kind to someone today,

be their thorn bush…

for love sake

 

the flower loves the sun, the sun loves the earth

the wind loves it because it rotates then lets it blow

in day and night where the stars love the dark

and moon loves the sea for its waves and tides

 

and the tree loves the rain, the birds love its

branches and as the wind lift their feathers to

fly high up to the mountain tops that kiss the

sky as the clouds hover by

 

and my heart and spirit love all this and i wish

that when my dreams then become reveries as

the morn arrives and i awaken to a heart next

to mine that loves me, in the like

remembering innocence

 wherefore, is the innocent spirit of my youth,

when i used to run fast and carefree and

my heart would flutter with love knowing at

at home were family, neighbors and friends

 

i would run bare feet through streets and parks

stop by a small creek, get on my knees and drink

from the stream, feel refreshed then run home

to the waft of mamasita’s tortillas

 

music filled the air, the space inside our casita,

mamsita was always singing and we would

join in, my five brothers, sister and i, to sing

along with talented harmony

 

yes, I miss the innocence of those days where

the truth of the heart superseded the struggle,

the strife, the anguish and pain of sorrow when

having little to eat, yet we had each other

 

 

grateful for love within

 

if the spirit of the universe allows mine eyes

to open for another waking day, i shall try

not to be overjoyed when i see the sun rise

for then my sadness will be great when it

descends onto the horizon

 

and when the moon and stars give light

to the noir of night, i shall beckon my heart

not to flutter too much in delight for then

i will not wish to close mine eyes and gather

peaceful dreams from the world beyond

 

but through this challenged sojourn, i shall

not diminish or mitigate the sense of love

that resides within, for it is for this, that i

truly am grateful to the spirit of this universe  

in giving me another night and day

smile, remember me

 

remember me, i was that face you walked by

and your eyes chose not to capture mine

 

i dared to smile but you did not acknowledge me

and because of this my day went unfulfilled

 

remember me when last I said hello and you

did not respond, so my breath became shallow

 

i am that faceless number that is posted in your

nightly news but you know not why or how

 

i am one of those many thousands that soon will

be forgotten except for them who knew and loved me

 

when next i walk by, please smile at me or say hello

for not only will my essence be, you will remember me

a day with music

 

my heart is rendered harmless

my spirit rests on a cloud of euphoria

and my cognition is suspended in the irrational

when mine ears capture cat strings plucked by masters

 

is it the timber and vibrations of pure sounds from music

that make my heart flutter and my breath quicken when

recognizing that the presence of my being is also of the same

waves modulating, wherefor, the intrinsic make-up of the ‘all’?

 

i believe this to be true, for the more i understand the wisdom

the ‘wind-whispers’ bring to mine ears whilst strolling in the path

where trees sway freely, and the birds sing their songs of joy

as the sun rises to awaken them and then the moon and

the stars provide for their nights’ nocturnal rest

in my days left

 

these days and nights before me, many less

than those behind, i shall speak words of kindness

and affection, shall write words clearly defining

the beauty that mine eyes behold, the gentle

kisses of sunny day breezes and the waft of

petrichor as Nature cleanses in the rain

 

mine ears shall closely listen to the sounds of

dusk and dawning’s as the nocturnal critters chirp

and songbirds sing to my awakening while the

warm rays from the golden burning eye begins

to rise in the horizon soothingly kissing the flora

and fauna to awaken from sleep

 

my heart and my spirit shall inspire my voice

to speak of those things that are attuned to words

of human growth, that which is; filling empty bellies,

giving safe shelter for those without, mitigating

the illness and woes of so many and assuaging the

pain of their angst, dissuading the vileness of hate

 

shall open my arms to anyone wanting a warm

embrace and will share my nominal riches of

wealth with those in need and i shall chant and

sing verses of kindness and love to those who are

within my reach, to those who share in the same,

of heart and spirit

but for a moment

 

…my mind is busy with juxtaposed thoughts of

ramblings and misgivings, intermittent nostalgia,

faces pictured in my memory no longer a call away

for where their souls reside need not a phone and

those who are still in the reach of my warm embrace

have since journeyed onto their chosen paths now

distantly ascended from mine

 

sometimes i wish to live the life of the quiet and

stillness of a sunflower who sways with the wind,

kissing the rays of the sun by day, letting bees and

butterflies upon its stamen play by day then under

the moon’s light kisses, the night’s lacrimal dew

rest on its petals awaiting to impress upon the

morning with its glittering delight

 

if i could be, for a moment, a mountain with my

head in the clouds or the sea crashing its waves

on promontories on shores letting sand between

its tides as they ebb and flow, or even to be a tree

where lovely birds perch and sing upon my limbs,

while breezes rustle my leaves

i love, therefore, i am

 

does the tree know when the bird perches on its limb,

the daisy, does it know when the bee buzzes about

and does the river know when the salmon swims in its

running stream much like me being cognizant of my

rambling thoughts, my deep breaths, the ache in

my heart for my fellow man?

 

the cardinal, does it know what song to whistle in order

to call attention to herself letting others know of her

presence and although our canine child responds to our

demands, does she really love us the way we love her or

is her love more innocent, pure and selfless?

 

when the eagle soars o’er looking down at the wolf

howling are they sharing their views as when the

sun lends its light to the moon at night are they aware

of each other’s purpose to help grow the flora and make

the tides of the seas ebb and flow for marine life to thrive

and grow?

 

and when the breath of life is no longer present in me,

will what mine eyes have seen, my ears have heard,

my taste buds tasted, my fingers sensitively touched,

and my spirit has danced to, will all this persist to exist

somewhere in the realm of the universe, most importantly,

will I remember love and will it remember me?

 

 

transition and change

 

Like the daisy who in Spring sprouts with ebullience

for it sees the sun above and feels and the soft gentle

breath of Nature on its petals that prods it to dance

in the breeze in celebration to its new beginnings

 

So too did I, when youth filled my being, did dance

about every morning of my waking t’if my innocence

was the gift of life never to be forsaken. The Spring

of my youth was the weave of my attire always to

be worn, never thinking it to be frayed or stripped

 

But to my despair and awakening, not only has my

Innocence been taken, my youthful exuberance has

waned, not because mine eyes see less clear, my arms,

my legs no longer with the same strength, no longer

run with prancing deer

 

This unnerving and less than desired transition from

youthful energy comes not just from an unavoidable

aging and time but because some ‘one’ and his enablers

now are clouding o’er the shining light of dreams

and hopes for not just me but for most in ‘our country’

 

Too many are in queues for food handouts, those who

can only their love ones from behind glass enclosed

spaces who may or may not survive their medical malady,

those whose children have been separated from family

and are in cages, those who have been stripped of dignity

and are now jobless and homeless, those who fear to leave

their home for fear of violence because of pigment…

 

Our societal dystopia has now been made real, exacerbated

by an insidious pandemic, by lack of addressing the historic

societal woes by enabling voices that are propagating hate

and lies in denial of the inherent systemic racism, sexism

homophobia now being drawn out from the once hidden of

its pervasiveness, all now being prodded and fueled, by ‘one’  

vitriolic voice…

 

conduit from me to thee

 

and like the ocean whose presence is

the world where marine life exists and

giving aesthetic value with its teal blue

by day, black in the noir of night

 

and so too the azure sky who garners  

puffy figurines on its face casting shadows

below and silhouettes of osprey soar about

watching o’er the mirror of the ocean’s floor

 

and like grand mountain peaks keeping

the sky from falling while at their base tall

sequoias stand sturdy letting streams of melting

tops run down and through their rooted feet

 

all, know their purpose in Nature’s arms

while I sit here wondering …what am I to be

in the scheme of all this? a conduit of the heart

and eyes to see, passing on from me to thee?

super synchrony, a balance

 

strength comes from understanding the balance

of ‘ Being’ in the likes of Nature and the spirit of

the Universe, the ‘super-synchrony’; that which

is within in sync with the external, the ‘all’, the ‘one’.

 

my strength is; allowing a free flow of emotions to be

expressed, thoughts, by choice, directed toward the

positive nature of a progressive mindset but being

careful not to restrict the free flow of creativity, for

‘imagination is more important than knowledge…’

 

the sturdiness and strength of a great Sequoia or a

grand old Oak come from their rooted feet where

underneath they drink from the water of streams and

the nutriments of the Earth while above from the rain,

nutrient from the Sun, dancing with the wind as it

whistles through its limbs and rustles its leaves

 

and as i sit underneath on rooted feet of this large

Elm hovering o’er my backyard, i listen to the cardinal

the robin, the sparrow and wren perched on its limbs,

i sit quiet, become selfless as the dusk arrives, and we

wave goodnight to the sun, welcome the stars and moon

as they arrive dressed in their night attire

 

 

Nature's Song

 

when a storm of rain comes down in torrents,

the wind blows with intent of destruction

and the gray of clouds displays of portentous,

i listen to the universal vibrations of music

my heart is soothed, my spirit calming

 

music lets me smile in the face of despair when

much around me is in aridity, of lament and woes,

while pain and suffering deride the peace that

should be inherent in the vestibule of Nature’s

plan with the Sun by day and stars delight by night

 

if your heart is aching and your spirit torn and you

have not access to a piano, a music box or horn

then choose to take a moment and listen to birds

for they are singing praises, the vibrations of

Nature’s song

glitter of love

Ah, the waft of petrichor,

titillating tiny droplets find

their way down to verdant feet

where they were meant to lay

and give a sparkle to the otherwise

grey of day

t’is the fondness of this moment

that incites reveries and will paint

upon the canvas of my memory, to

sometime in the future, avail me of

a fondness in nostalgia

soft classical piano guitar fills the room

while still i can hear the cardinals and

sparrows praising Nature’s early day as

i sit here looking out our front room’s window

with my arm around my wife and our two

children of canine genetic descent

of this, i inhale a breath of joy hence life

has provided me and am grateful of this

wonderous gift that has been bestowed upon

me, so with a smile and a soft and slighted tiny

tear, i thank Life’s Spirit for showing me this

glitter of ‘Love’

music reminds me of her

...music reminds me of her...

she knows not when i cast mine
eyes upon her whilst her face
doth capture the light of day and
the wind whispers to the flower

my heart flutters with a joy that is
not present in her absence like the
night without the stars and moon
or the day with clouds of gray

in her presence my spirit dances
my soul rejoices and savors from
the carafe that holds the sweet
of life’s drink

July 4th, 2020

I’ve witnessed ‘Day of Independence’ celebration in the United States of America today for the sixty first time. I came to ‘America’, no, I was brought to America when I was eight years young (now, a long time citizen). Knowing nothing about this land named America, when first mine eyes, wide and in awe, beheld the grand mountains peering outside the station wagon windows as an unwitting little person passenger. A piece of bread was given to me for sustenance that I put in my front pocket of my plaid short sleeve shirt. I picked and nibbled at pieces from it. It was supposed to last me all day and I made it last.

In 1972*, I recall being witness to this, another 4th of July celebration, made memorable because of a sense of relief (I hate fireworks) that no other young person was forced to go to 'hell', the end to the Vietnam draft had been announced on June 28th. Too late for over 58 thousand lives lost to an
'unnecessary' war; Because Ike and Tina Turner were singing on the radio station; Nixon and Agnew were enmeshed in Watergate and the Presidential election was around the corner.

Today (I hate firework explosions), the day’s sense of celebration is absent inside my heart and spirit because of ‘Black lives lost’; because the children of my ‘brown’ people have ripped away from the arms of mothers and placed in cages; Because COVID lives lost, many because of ineptness and an uncaring governance. Because the ‘moral fiber in the sense of human empathy in these United States of America has been corrupted by the vitriol and hate voices, led by ‘one’

I hope in 2021, when we celebrate the next 4th of July, the America that aspired to be, as found in the 1776 writ of ‘The United States of America Constitution’, will be one of a caring nation, of fairness and equal justice, inclusiveness. That we have elected a leader of our loved country that is willing to promote human morals, befitting the good of humankind, that promulgates equality and justice for all.

It begins with each one of us arising to vote, being kind to one another which will lead to listening to each other. We are inherently, if not intrinsic and genetically, morally good and caring human beings...

marellano

day, dusk, night

the Sun shall shine again with a glow of gold and

breath of warmth as the wind will become jealous,

blowing and swirling calling attention to itself despite

the sun’s prominence of yellow radiance and its warmth,

won’t be distracted by a cooling wind arriving with avarice

intent of a whirling and whistling breeze whispering, ‘I’m cool’

then dusk sneaks quietly in, arriving later than on a winter’s

day subtly waving at the Sun to go away and to rest, for it has,

thus, performed its diurnal duty on a lovely Spring day and as Its

dawning of the evening grey arrives, slowing terrestrials playing

asking Robins, Cardinals and Wrens to listen for nocturnal coos of

turtle doves as they praise their stay under starlight of a night sky

someday soon, through the grey and portentous of

the present disquiet, we will again begin our day with

elated spirit of wonderment and curiosity as to what the

day will once again bring, of how the heart shall feel when

the songbird shall raise its voice and lift our morning spirits

when dawn arrives, again rising with the sun and life’s verve