'entanglement of transition into transformation'

 

When the Universe exhales, its destiny unveils, 

the colors of the flower gently fade, trees are felled by

seemingly angry winds, the waves of the seas rise 

high and clasp one-another, and the mountains

spew their inert to the sky, covering “ the sunlight

that grasps the earth, the moonbeams kissing the

sea, from daylight to night-time noir attire

 

The debate or discourse by William James of’ free-

will’ (determinism vs indeterminism) becomes

mute or at minimum no longer fodder for discussion, 

for 'choice’ is no longer in the cornucopia of life’s

basket; the infinite cycle of the Universe (s), has

inhaled and exhaled, thus the flower must embrace

the fading of its colors, “…yet leave room to start

again” ~

 

~new beginnings~

 

‘new beginnings’, is a choice made by the cognizance of one
who wishes to journey into and onto a path less traveled

this brings a light that shines differently and maybe brighter,
that illuminates otherwise hidden edges, corners and shadows

in choosing the unbeknownst, one enters into a world, that if
with open eyes and sensorial feels, it is an epiphany

I wish this to be my ‘new beginning’~

                                                

                                        

Easter; 2025

 This ‘Holiday’, being inculcated/indoctrinated with the religion of the Catholic version which, briefly and simplistically, as the supposed historical celebration of the rising from death, on the third day, a man by the name of Jesus.

Now in my latter years of age and a gratefully long-lived life, I embrace the symbolism in the manner to my rebirth, in escaping from the more deteriorative shackles that incapacitated me at times, either physically or mentally, both exacerbating the demise of each.

I finally made the decision to confront this grave human foible, which was not my first but the more lasting, thinking that I was always in control of its effects. Reflecting upon this, I am realizing that many of my ‘stupid’ decisions were a direct result to my ineptness of  control. I fully embrace and welcome this stage of my life’s epiphany.

So of this, I celebrate Easter and am joyful for all who celebrate this day for their own personal convictions, welcoming the ‘true’ Christian integral manifestations that may contribute to the progression and propagation of ‘Humankind Morals’~

i think of Love

 ~i think of the vastness of 'what is', not just of life and death, time or dimensions, metaphysics, universe or multi-universes, or even the beginning of 'the All', but i think of 'Love' ~

~beyond wonder~

 i look out yonder into the vastness of wonder, and my spirit begins to dance, t'if the last dance, and so i whisper within; 'this cannot be the end or all that is, for mine eyes still have visions beyond, so too doth my heart and soul"~

~capturing the pleasure of Life~

watching the flower shimmy and shutter, dispel the dew left upon its petals from the noir of night so that when the sun rises to infuse its radiant energy upon the verve of its 'being' mine eyes can cherish, and may share in the pleasure of 'life'

                                                                            

~irresponsible humanbeings~

 ...and so the earth released itself from the hand of 'man' but not before it chanted through the portal of its mountain..."I gave you of myself, all that I am, and you corrupted the 'Nature' of my being, so now I say to you...be gone and let my new friends who will cherish me, care for me and rest upon my verdant pasture and azure canvas above"

~Humankind Lost~

 

I lay my head upon a pillow and close mine eyes to rest,
and try to escape the ravages of angst and pangs the 
days’ slings of arrows have wrought upon my heart.

I feel the trickling of tears slowly running down the temples
of my face because of the sadness and fear wrought, not
just upon me, but upon U.S.A. ‘personhood’ and all ‘humankind’

~light will come~

The moon, last night, mimicked the daylight star we call, the sun 

it showed its beams of light more grand and brighter

than the many nights before

it was telling us, that even when our eyes are closed

in darkness by angst of fear,

light will become larger and brighter replacing the

darkness of yore

~twelve a.m.~

 When the morning’s curtains open and the sunrays grasp the earth,

I shall open mine eyes, look around and take part in awakening my

life for one more day, I will listen to the aviary choir outside my

windowpane, harken to my spirit within to dance in rhythm with

Nature’s breath and play amidst the flora and fauna holding hands

with those whom I love and love me back until dusk and mine eyes

become weary again wishing to rest underneath a nocturn sky~

~being in the present~

 ~Hours and days go by so quickly now; being aware of the acceleration of moment to moment allows me to also be most attuned to the present, the awareness of observing the totality of my being present in this space and not just looking as being distinctly separate from all that surrounds me

I listen, I smell, I touch; hearing my breathing,

the whistling of the wind, the rustling and different

songs of birds in trees, the scampering and chasing

of squirrels coming to eat the peanuts I’ve left for

them. Smelling the waft of the winter snow gently

glistening from the moon’s beams, gliding down

not unlike the petrichor of drizzling rain in Spring

Then I observe our three canine rescues running

freely with joy from yard to yard of neighbors’ homes

playing in the snow as I stand with my lovely wife next

to me gently holding her hand with full knowledge

that our love has and will sustain for many years, those

already shared and those still remaining, aware of this

time by each other’s side, our love never waning~

when the spirit ceases to dance

death does not usurp 'Life', when eyes close indefinitely or the moment
when breath no longer resides within, but when the spirit ceases to dance
in the key of life, thus, this is the tragedy that doth avail the human spirit~

~Be Kind~

 

Mine eyes opened this morn with elation, being

comforted by the Cardinal’s mellifluous song and the

Blue-Jay’s caws, who stick around even in the cold of

winter, and with the white of snow covering branches

of conifers, maples and oaks, they ornament Winter’s

canvas with the radiance of crimson and blue~

 

My heart flutters with joy when awaken to this, for it is

a gift of one more day upon this floating verdant and

azure mundane abode, where my body is fortunate to

reside upon with the wealth of many years’ longevity,

sheltering the life of my soul, allowing my spirit to

dance, as a partner, to life’s verve~

 

Yet, beyond this gift of beauty, what I am heartened

and most grateful, is to being witness to life itself and

sharing the love of hearts, for having been given to me

whilst I have been capable of reciprocating, whether

in the sunlight and or moonbeams of a gentle Spring, but

more so when needed, in the travails of Life~

 

~be kind, give, Love, from this day on~