a moment of calm

shadows cast not, when grays hover o’er

but what is grand is the tickling upon my skin

from tiny drizzles of rain that slowly empty

the bloviated cumulus that dangle from the sky

i tilt my head toward the heavens so that i can

witness the tiny droplets falling, scurrying down

to be the first to touch the ground and quench

the thirst of the daisy, the lily and the tree

i am grateful for this moment distracting me

from the woes that surround, from the pangs

and angst of life’s beguiles, from lament and

tears of those i witness and i feel their pain

and when this moment passes, let it be that

the smile upon my face, the memory of this

calm and gentle pace i may share with others

and those within the circle of my love

my steps today

step by short step i walk the day

i look around, witness the surround

smell the waft of the conifer, the flower

feel the breath of what fills the lungs of life

now dusk, i sit on the lap of my crab apple tree

to see the large warm star lay rest in the horizon

am witnessing the silhouette of a winged friend fly

amidst the canvas of a mellowing day, now sleepy sky

in my quiet underneath the stars and a smiling moon

i listen to the rustlings of life i speak from my spirit within

to the spirit of the universe giving thanks for allowing me this

moment and those that came before as i strolled through this day

snow's delight

water droplets are miraculously transformed as

they fall out from clouds into sculptured snowflakes

each unique on its own but when they fall together

from the sky they turn the horizon white

they fall from above into the crisp Winter winds

then onto rustic colored tree limbs, atop shingles on

roofs, on stalks and atop sleeping petals of flowers

then cover in a white blanket golden blades of grass

when the snowflakes lay to rest on tops of who it’s

befallen, it covers all with an alabaster white by day

on the winter’s rustic hue but in the in the noir of

night it paints a bright white from the moon’s light  

my life's fortune

my life’s journey may not have seen

as many distant lands as you but

i have seen a few and have traversed

places in reveries of my mind having

witnessed pharaohs and having read

the words of shaman and poets, that in

my world, have painted pictures others

have never seen. they’ve shared their

wisdom, filling my heart of melancholy

and lament along with tears that flow

and capture my soul

when this mundane journey of mine ends,

i shall smile having been privileged to visions

unforeseen, listening to mellifluous vibes

and the waft of Nature. having been touched  

and tasted what was for me. the feelings in

my heart of scorn and joy and everlasting

memories, but i am most grateful, for warmth

of an embrace, and the gentleness of love’s kiss

stars watch o'er me

with cool air, the night air falls upon my cheek

i walk outside to look up at the stars trying

to catch the lunar smile, to get a peek

to see if the stars of yore are the same of when

in my toddler years i’d peer up, wide eyed, at the

night sky hovering o’er the pueblo of my origin

back when, still my years were few on earth, i’d

look up in innocence with ‘montanas’ surround

defusing the few lights in adobe casas 

future dreams and aspiration had not yet entered

into  ‘el mente y espiritu’ of a three year old but

even then i recognized the miracle of stars

much love, pain and sorrow of life’s vicissitudes and  

pangs have ridden on my shoulders, now, in this journey

and still, the heavenly warrior, ‘Orion’, hovers o’er me

dawn will soon arrive and the Sun will make dew drops

sparkle t’if the stars of night had fallen from the sky and

critters will awaken to aviary chorus of song

my day begins to this delight where dreams transition

into reveries with eyes wide open, the sun teasing and

tickling flora with its rays and my spirit rejoices the day  

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 '