i have much more than many and
many have much more than me but
what i have i’m willing to share
and wealth is not of possessions but
of peace of mind and a heart full
of love and thus i am rich and grateful
i have much more than many and
many have much more than me but
what i have i’m willing to share
and wealth is not of possessions but
of peace of mind and a heart full
of love and thus i am rich and grateful
hola, all you pretty flowers and verdant grasses
when one departs from this mundane sojourn
they enter into the light, onto a new peaceful journey
it is sad for those left behind who shared in their circle of
love
but we must find the strength to celebrate shared time in the
heart
it is okay to lament and to cry in their absence, for the
void they
left behind in memories, little and grand, that will assuredly
be nurtured by tears flowing at moments unexpectedly
but a heartfelt reminder, their spirit is still present
what is intrinsic in love, is that once it’s been shared it
will
always remain, never to wane even in their absence
for love is ever-present, not belonging to any one
but held by all things living and shared by all
Love is there, here, if you reach and grasp it,
must be desired, embraced, be intertwined,
enmeshed, consumed by its intrinsic spirit
one must love to love, like a tree with the sky
or the bird with the wind, the river with the sea,
like a canine that loves without conditions
if one understands Love, enters into its abode
they will wish never to leave its vicinity, never
again to depart from its grasp
open your eyes, your ears, your smell, your
touch to where you can feel it with your heart
and soul and you will reside in its eternity
...see that one daisy, that's me
which one is you, are you amidst
this field of beauty in Nature
although we may all look the same
we must remember that we all have
roots in the earth as does the mountain
we, all, are under the same sky in the day
the sun shines on all of us and in the noir of
night. so too. under the moon and the stars
and under our petals, the cool shade and
shelter we provide for all the tiny critters that
scurry about in day and night, are grateful to us
remember, that in this mundane sojourn we all
have a place, a significance
how should i paint on this canvas the transformative
configurations and choice of color hues of the attire
that i now resolve to wear after the battle that I and
my strong and resilient wife have endured
in defying of an insidious and unexpected, potential
upending life attack and challenge, recalculates one’s
priorities in space and time, makes one’s eyes more
keen as to the clarity of what is beauty
the dream catcher within, the spirit of my being is now
sprawled wide to consume the winds of life, to capture,
in its sails, the verve that had been illusory, having being,
‘just riding the wind’
If you see me out and about, be cognizant that my sails
are at full mast up, the torrent of my spirit’s energy
might capture yours and the moment of our meeting
may be caught in my ‘dream catcher’ sales
Life is beautiful
it waivers not in its natural display
recognizes the presence of consciousness
knows it is responsible for welcoming making our stay
Life knows of those that can see
knows of those that can hear and smell
is aware of the feeling in hearts and that the spirits
who flutter about in its aura is but an extension of itself
we are sacred to Life’s makeup
integral in its existence, its consciousness
and so being this is the case, we are all part of this