when sitting still

~allow me to sit quiet and still on the lap of your banks listening to the rustling of the breezes through branches and leaves that dress your bonnet. let me look and listen to the ripples of your stream and learn of the stories they can tell of where they've been. and if by chance your feathered friends perched on limbs wish to sing me a tune to sooth my sensorial, then i will have much in my heart, grateful for one more fine day~

marellano 

~if this be what mine eyes witness when they open to the day or dusk, then their lacrimal ducs would fill with tears of joy and a smile would evince upon my face that would reflect the light mine eyes beheld~

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sometimes the dark of night gives me comfort,

the eye that peers through the noir of night

giving light in the stillness, breaking through the

calm of all that is asleep

mine eyes are open while my body rests and my

spirit lies beside all those that have resided before

and those that will have after, for we are all one

and what i ask and wish for is, that when we come

together, when all becomes 'one', we are all bathed

wiht the gentle waters in the sea of Love

marellano

it's healthy to be okay

 ~it's healthy to be ok~

it’s not just okay but it is healthy to admit

when one is sad and hurting both inside and

out

we traverse through this journey called life

and it seems that we’re continuously walking

against the wind

gravity weighs on our muscles and bones, it

tugs at our skin so that eventually it is stretched

like folds on a curtain

the aches and pains on our body become ever

present and the pangs of life are turbulent in our

hearts and minds

but in this attestation, we are our own strong man,

our own savior for it is in our hands, the decision

to mitigate, ameliorate these woes

marellano

 

~like an eagle in the sky, i spread my arms wide

to embrace the beauty of Nature's abode and

maybe, just maybe, i will fly~

marellano

if i could

 

if i could, i would have ceased the things i should,

make healthier choices, play in the wildflowers more,

listen to the river’s ripples closer, the birds and their

songs, watching the trees sway and listening to the

wisdom of the wind as do they while clouds soar o’er,

embrace with mine eyes the grandness of mountains,

watching the animals scurry through and play in forests,

allowing the rain to tickle my skin while smelling the

waft of petrichor, dancing to Mozart, Chopin, to Yo

Yo Ma, to Placido Domingo and other opera greats,

admiring the artworks of Dali, Michelangelo, Da Vinci,

Monet, Monet, the Wyeths, Van Gogh, O’Keefe, etc.  

have read more words on writ by the wise who wished

to share while enriching my taste buds with Nature’s

fruits, be still and quiet, listening more, but of all this,

would have immerse my heart and spirit with the very

fiber makeup of the universes, that being, Love