sharing words with each other

 

my apprehension is not for or because of

the words i choose to place in writ before

you, but for the reaction or lack of action

and attention they will have for many who

read them

 

trying to paint artistic symbols upon the

canvas of script on scroll of that which

is in the fiber of my heart and the spirit

of my being, to impress upon yours the

feeling of kindness, the want for love

 

surely, life has garnered within you the

experience of pain and sorrow, the tears

that flow because of this but also the

moments of joys, the desire for the verve

of life

 

when first in the innocence of your born

vision of the morning sun, the sight and

sound of birds in flight and the songs they

sing, or capturing the running brook and

the feel of its cool stream upon your fingers

dipped

the love when first your mother held you

upon her breast and whispered…’i love

you my little one’ or when your eyes first

capture hers and maybe your daddy’s

as they smiled at each other then you

take pleasure in these words, my words,

for i share them with you so that we both

can recollect the memory of similar and

common human moments, knowing that

we’re in this collective experience called

life, and to care for each other…

 

 

 

our human option

 

What we are witnessing is the primeval

regression of ‘man’ without the checks of

those who believed us to have progressed

into a more ethical and moral human race,

in that hate and evil usurps all the historic

progress that supposed mankind had been

traversing on the path toward correcting the

most unfortunate historical forays we had

committed, the destructive nature of our

being. Sure, we have continued to placate

our supposed conscientious attempt at

being more caring about our human race, our

planet and all the other co-existing beings

but our setbacks come because we have not

addressed the cause of all our continued

destruction, that being, our complacency, our

insensitivity in accepting that we are not

alone, that we are all in ‘this’ together, that

we must stop being so selfish. We must

acknowledge that the alternative to evilness

and hate is kindness and love. If we begin

to recognize this option then maybe, just

maybe we can return on the pathway of

calm and peace, of caring for all that exists,

for each other in this realm of the mundane, 

caring for our planet, Earth…

how curious is love

 

Love is a curious ‘thing’,

what i think i know about it is,

having experienced it in various forms;

i know i Love Mamasita, i know i love my wife,

i know i love my canine children, know i love children’s

smiles, their innocence.

 

i know i love all feathered friends, terrestrials, trees and

flowers, rivers and the seas, mountains, clouds and sky,

know i love peace and calm for mankind and the

the absence of war.

 

This tells me that ‘Love’ is omnipresent, that it is the fiber

of all, thus the intrinsic makeup of all that is ‘being’, in

this mundane existence, therefore, love is life and

here for us to embrace if we open our eyes,

 our hearts, our minds, our spirits