grateful today

i walk, no longer run

like when i was young
now, i look around not just
forward or behind, no longer
wish to speed up hours and days
and i cherish the present moments
with and every minute, i take my time

the sun rises on this glorious morning

i’m grateful that mine eyes opened
and so, i give praise for this day
the wonderment that it brings
my body my soul chose to
give me more time on
this earth, to stay

i cherish the flower, the

tree, the bird that perches
and sings for me, the wind
that caresses my cheek, the
grass tickling my toes on bare
and naked feet, but mostly that
in me enough love resides to share

years on Earth

time has stolen my years

has taken my deer like spring

and now i move like a sloth

where my years have passed

now only memories reside,

an empty space doth now replace

and if my spirit is in the wind

it shall traverse through time

riding a stream of a river’s rim

so when the wind blows upon

your face and in your stroll you

dip your toes at the river’s bend

take note of my heart within,

breathe of my breath, for it is my

spirit touching your soul

while my spirit blows in the wind

the blood of my heart lies in the grass,

for of the earth is where i came,

and so too, where i shall pass

still

the shadows will be my attire

though my voice will be heard and

my heart will sing in rhythm and

along with my soul they will rhyme

i shan’t write a book, that of me,

you’ve pressed, but i will write you

a poem and read it to you so that your

heart with your soul will also rhyme

these words that i will scribe and share

with you, hope to make them sing on

the page so when you read them, they

will ask your feet to dance

though, you may never read my book or

see my face, as i will remain in the shadows

until my heart is still, my body laid to rest

my soul will not cease to dance and through

words and in some hearts, may they fill

selfless moment

noticed a flower standing alone amidst a

forest of tall trees that hovered over it as

and it stood still except when a breeze

blew through then it would dance

i didn’t know what kind it was but i noticed

It’s tincture of blue petals and yellow center

standing alone seemingly not fazed by its

comparative stature compared to the

giant sequoias

i stood there observing it for a while

wondering how it survived the giant

world around it then i noticed a ray

of sun piercing through the trees

like a spotlight, it shined upon it

then within me evinced this poignant thought

… that in this large world of giant trees and

grand mountains, vast oceans, high clouds

dangling from an unreachable sky, a light

will pierce through, shine upon me, a

moment of selfless, all will be well   

a hug

3am; awaken desiring a warm embrace,

the tactile connection of which i so desire in

trying to recall the gentle warmth of touch

letting the soothing calm come o’er me for

a moment, even if short lived, escaping the

grip from the purveyor of anguish called, life

it was in my dreams where no matter of the

juxtaposed surreal reveries while sleep avails, in

the theater where dreams evolve and whose sense

of reality is ethereal and the drama of them then

ceases so that my ‘self’, the observer, walks onto

the stage with desire of a hug from anyone

so too, lately, in my daytime strolls amidst

Nature’s canvas, i observe daffodils surrounded

in a knoll of verdant grasses, their stems are

intertwined t’if embracing and as i walk further

along, i notice, also, a sea of jonquils swaying,

dancing in the breeze  bracing each other

and so i ask of my life partner, that from now

on when our lips come together for that peck

of affection, can we, also, put our arms around

each other, chest to chest, for a moment feeling

our two hearts beating and the warmth of this

embrace further notices each other’s presence

...hate filled

how does thou rest when thy soul and its spirit are 

dressed in attire where the shirt is drenched

of angry vile and trouser pockets are filled

with mire, sewn of threads for a coward

thine ears must hear the wailing and the cries

from children’s lacrimal spilling eyes due to

hunger of bellies and broken hearts from

mother’s arms, having been torn apart

is there no shame in thy heart for all the pain

caused and gravity of your actions, for the

tasteless words projecting of thy tongue

to propagate hate filled protractions?

resentful

the hours that were to be sated

in nocturnal dancing of dreams

from day-time delights and whimsy

were instead replaced by open and

awaken eyes in reveries of resentment

my spirit is being frayed by thoughts

thriving in the dark of resentment for

my aging years being worn in a body that

can no longer run but walks in pain and

discomfort with every labored step

so as not to disturb the restful sleep and

tenor of quiet and calm of my love lying

next to me, i slowly rise to hobble over to

the designated cushioned seat and sit with

night light beside to gather words in writ

sleep evades me and my synapse flair

with reflections of when i was bathed in

youth filled waters, i would swim t’if a

dolphin and on these river banks, my

legs could run and prance like deer

resentful of all who have too early departed

leaving my heart in tatters, my life re-sorted

but in the wake of this upending, the sun will

rise and set, the moon will smile and stars

glitter and amidst all this, Love shall still reign

...just being

you ask; what is my inspiration?

it is the sky in the morning that is painted

a yellow gold by its friend el Sol and then, 

the crimson delight before it takes rests and

then the calming peace when stars shine bright

and moon beams kiss the sea thus me.

it is the wild flower, it is the tree,

the breeze that blows upon my face,

the waft of the bell lily, the lilac, the rose,

it is the symphony of voices coming from

my feathered friends, the sound of the 

brook running down the mountain side.

you ask: what inspires me?

it is the breath i last took, to witness all this

...love, pure and selfless

tempered, i cannot be

concerning ‘Love’,

for it is the very fiber of

the ‘all’, the ‘one’,

thus it is you and me

t'was born at birth to reside

in this realm of the mundane

to evoke, emote and promote

the spirit of ‘life’

and whilst upon this sojourn,

i shall awaken and notice the

azure sky of day, and in the

noir of night, the light and glitter

of the moon and stars

i will walk amidst the forest to take

notice of the wild flowers and trees,

a stroll bare feet in a brook that runs

down from the mountain's peak

listen to the blowing dancing breeze

as it rustles the limbs and leaves in trees

and it whistles when passing through

pinecones, the scurrying and chatter

of squirrels and chipmunks, the buzzing

of bees

stopping for silence to hear the howls of

wolves while the deer stands quiet and

still as i raise mine eyes upward to observe

an eagle turning its crown downward to

look upon me

for this is the purest of selflessness and thus

when i return, breathtakingly, to my abode,

i will place my hand into hers', my love, and

i will share with her, the beating of my heart,

the experience of my spirit to all of this

understanding 'knowing'

what is.

 that mine eyes see

  my skin feels

    ears hear

     the scent?

why do

 my tears flow

  my heart flutters

   voice sings

     spirit dances?

  

does the wind know

 of its own whispers

  the tree when it sways

   flower when it blooms

    water that it quenches all?

when will I know?

dare i sleep

mine eyes they close

but i do not sleep

my diurnal stay keeps

my mind racing of

curious queries, thoughts

and memories of faces

 with smiles but most

with not carrying frowns

of angst and scars

from life’s pangs

sometimes i think, my

soul doth dread that

if mine eyes do close

they may not open

once more, for it knows

that my days before me

are no longer in the equal

number of those behind

and the love within will

somehow decline

i fear not death, for i do

know that it is like every

breath that i take, i know

not if one will follow, for

not knowing of this doth

not arise to fear, as it is

what must come, though

i do despair that my heart

may no longer feel of that

which i have learned to love

beyond a miracle

...when my soul doth depart onto
that transcendent beyond i hope
my journey traverses through a
garden surrounded by the miracle
mariposas in flight for then a smile
will evince upon the spirit of my soul
thus it will know, t'is on the right path

selfless moon light

..i sit at the rooted feet of a tree
where i become the selfless me
underneath the aura of the moon
where upon the gentle touch of
its moon beam kisses thus i too
shall glow amidst the otherwise
noir of night while my dreams
await of this nocturnal stay to
rest and lay my head to sleep

mariposa free to fly

…and so i am joyful as i walk amidst another Autumn day,

to be given another breath of life and having mine eyes

take pleasure in the gold and russet of Nature’s dress

my heart flutters like the wings of a hummingbird and i 

sigh whilst watching a mariposa dance atop Blackeyed

Susans, with its orange and black gossamer wings

if but for a moment i could share this wonderment with

those who cannot see and those who choose not to,

while little ears only hear the clanging of steel bars

soon Autumn will change its attire. snow will blow followed

by Spring and gossamer wings will flit about again and so

too, hopefully, a miracle of little hearts flying free

i am one with all

…i may not believe in the same divine causality as you

but i do notice when the perennials go to sleep at the

end of their season they will bloom again in Spring

…I’m aware that ‘animal life’ is bound to the Universe’s

mandate that there always be life thus they propagate  

the existence of it by giving birth to anew

…and at the end of whilst the moon beams kiss the sea

the sun will rise having its turn to lighten and warm the

day and nourish the flora and fauna

…knowing little about the theory of ‘duality and symmetry’

or your belief in ‘Divinity’ that speaks of ‘eternity’, i do know

my heart, i do know my soul, in Love is ‘one’ with 'all '

battle of the heart

...battle of the heart

like the Flower that is left but with a couple of petals,
or the Tree that has been denuded of its verdant leaves
all this after Mother Nature’s anger has befallen upon
them with its wrath

my Heart is barely hanging on to the desire for living
for it is being dismembered of its passion of its verve
and Love of life that comes from the inherent spirit of
what life is in this mundane existence

the intrinsic fiber of life must be beheld as a gift so
that when the Birds sing, mine ears perk up to listen and
when the Sun’s fingers pierce the clouds giving the day
its worth as the night awaits the Moon for its turn

when the Dolphin jumps out from the sea in joy and so
too the Orca, and the white caps of tides dance about
because that is what they do in fulfilling their duty as
the Feng Shui of the Earth’s ocean's blue

this heart, my heart as an empath, is in anguish while it
rides this storm of pain and sorrow being thrust upon so
many by Nature’s hand and more so from fellow beings
through transgressions of heartless hate

like the trees and flowers intertwined at their roots,
the rivers with oceans through streams, the wind on
clouds, valleys at the feet of mountains, and the Eagle
soars in the sky, the Wolf traverses the earth's terrain,
and we, to each other's hearts

my reflecting

reflecting upon moments

of where i am because of

where i’ve been and the

attire of what now i wear

i embrace the memories of

my life’s choices, pathways

i’ve traversed coupled in hands

and hearts touched and shared

a rainbow of stars, ‘en la noche

oscuro’ (in the dark of night),

a pleasure to mine eyes which

puts a smile on my face and one

‘en la cara de la luna’(the fase

of the moon)

gracias, ‘sol de la mañana y

nubias que bailan’ (thankyou

morning sun and dancing clouds)

hovering o’er me when needing

warmth and gentle cover

los ninos

behind my smile there are tears that flow unseen, not from

my now aging years and the pain in my hips and back

but from the anguish in the hearts of incarcerated children

who dreamed, only, to have some joy in their youth of years

so I awaken from my sleep in the middle of the night, it is

of you i reflect upon with angst whilst hearing cicadas calls

and i know if your thirst is not quenched or empty, bellies not

being sated, just know my heart is full thinking of you

mine eyes never sleep

so i ponder while I wait to close mine eyes

to sleep and hopefully dream of pleasures

in the mind and of the body, whilst i reside

in this world

though, lately, because of a disheartened soul

that is frayed by the caustic flailing’s of those

wishing to do harm and disrepair to the young

and the innocent, i cannot lie still and rest

we, who still have hearts that care, who in the

midst of aridity still dares to speak out for those

who are victims of his and their evilness; one with

fascist fists, others for their silence and enabling’s

and so now, with great displeasure in my heart i

close mine eyes to attempt to rest and dream of

what may come when i awaken; that the broken

hearts of separated children from mothers will no

longer be

flickering soul

i talked to the stars last night and asked:

…do you see for me from your perspective

of my mundane sojourn as to my destiny,

one of ascending glory or one of distilled plight?

as of lately having become a nocturnal being

i sit listening to the quiet and stillness in this

vacuous space from light, i cogitate about my

place in the balance and chaos of the universe

asked the brightest flickering star, Sirius, are you from

whence came the beginnings of our world and its life 

forms from your dust and on this journey through the

universe, did bring along its soul?

and so, now, i await a flicker of response to

these queries in my mind and heart as to…from whence

comes the make-up of my soul and wherefore will

it, from here, go?