like a sunflower who looks up at the morning sun
my spirit also rises to praise that i woke up today
and i shall walk amidst the daisies and the trees
holding hands with my partner, i shall kiss her on
her cheek and whisper in her ear, ‘without you,
the joy i feel today would go unfulfilled, my life
incomplete
life be not naïve, for death in a second will
usurp your presence if it can while awaiting
in the dark, watching to see if your light is
dimming or by chance, if in an instant, it
is switched off
life, take not for granted this gift bestowed,
embrace its wonder, twirl it in a dance and if
by happenstance there is another, who love’s
your spirit, take her or him by the hand and
twirl them in your dance
in between the sun and the moon,
the light of day and the noir of night
stars glitter with dreams
in between the dark and the light
is the still and quiet of space where
calm and peace reside
in between the azure sky and the
ocean blue is a horizon where the day
rests and begins
in between sadness and happiness is
joy, in between hate and empathy
is love
On Sunday, April 25th, i will have
reached an age in the cusp of a human
timeline that there will be many who
may consider me elderly, but i disavow
this and reflect upon the great sequoias
that stand taller as they grow older,
i recall the grandness of mountains as
they grow larger and tall enough to
tickle the clouds and kiss the sky
and so, Sunday the twenty fifth, the
reference date of when i was born
into this mundane existence of earth,
i will look at my reflection in the mirror
and i shall not focus on the folds of skin
of my brow, the wrinkles under mine eyes,
and i will tell myself that these are signs
of a lucky person who, unlike many, who
lived to have seen much, felt much, has
loved and has been told
that i am loved
like the sequoia kissing the moon and
stars good night, and the mountain, to
the sun, waves goodnight as it lies down
behind, i too will lay
down this aging body
on Sunday night to rest and dream, so if
i awaken on the following Monday, i will
thank the spirit of eternity for giving me
one more day to prance about like the
young man that i feel in my spirit.
thank you for looking into mine eyes and
into my heart, sharing yourselves with the
likes of me…
con amor, me!
does the flower wonder when it is a bud;
…will i grow to be as radiant as that golden
sunflower that has all
of the sun’s attention and
the clouds hovering
o’er, fawning over its beauty?
so too, i ask, when a crimson cardinal perches on
a large arbor oak’s limb does it stand with pride
that this winged angel visits in its glorious plume
vest, singing to greet the morning gold horizon
little do we know of this that is considered only
a human condition but in that i believe love is
the intrinsic fiber of all, then surely would be
shallow of us to think otherwise of the flower,
the cardinal and the tree
the moon and the stars wave adieu
to the night while traversing in the
sky giving of its nocturnal stay to
another time and place
they depart giving deference to the star
of day now titillating the horizon with its
golden tentacles as the sunflower and
daisy raise their yellow petals upward
to greet their ‘sol’ mate
the vibrant verve of day begins with
Nature’s sounds at play, song of birds,
tiny nails scurrying up bark on trees and
the water rippling sounds of a stream
the nascence of another morning comes
to be, and so this incarnation rises with a
new spirit in tow to praise a new beginning,
and with a warm embrace of love, to share
in the quietude of my solitude, even when
mine eyes are closed; i can see the sun, the
moon and stars and best hear the breeze’s
whispers in recalling of my yesteryears and
foretelling of my tomorrows
where calm replaced the angst and fears,
a smile that replaced sadness and tears,
‘feels’ in my heart shared with them who
carried my blood and then found in a forest
of trees, the one who would hold me in her
arms, forever more
now I rest my head upon a pillow on my bed
and will have sweet dreams juxtaposed of
life’s gifts and i shall speak of this to them
who will listen to my stories in word, share
in writ for many eyes to read of the love
and the joy life has bestowed
Nature brings about a distinct
spirit
unique to this season of Spring
the sun’s golden rays in this
time of
year seem more radiant, a warmth
that give rise to the early
yellow
jonquils and orange and white
dandelions
these glorious mornings inspire
the songs
of my feather friends to lift
my spirit and
raise this, now frail incarnate shell that
has housed it for many a year,
to want
to rise and stretch its feeble
arms and
legs, giving praise to the day,
being
grateful for one more breath
here on
this mundane stay
today, i shall kiss my lovely
wife and my
two joyous canine children, and
will go
out yonder to witness the
beauty of
the day, for i am blessed to be
able to
do this when there are so many
that
cannot, for their burdens are
too great
and their spirit fraught with
pain
my heart and on my face a smile
shall be
and if they intermingle with
others, they
will share in the joy of the
day, for of all
the wealth of things i have
garnered of
this world, today I wish to
share the
grandest of my riches, being
the joy in my
spirit and the love of my heart
a miracle happened seventy years ago this month
to a young Mexican mother giving birth to a little
healthy person with two eyes, two arms, two Legs
and a heart, soon to be witnessed to be full of
love
at the base of a grand city in Teotihuacan to
spiritual
ancestry of Aztec and Toltec, myself transcendent
of
an Eagle, but the miracle now, one of a human being
with aspirations to the writ of prose, poetry and
verse
today i embrace this gift in the
longevity of my life,
to have shared moments with other life beings
who have shown me to be witness in the circle of
friendship and love
for those of you who have traversed this path with
me, whether for a moment or many years, gracias
for your embrace, your warmth and for the memories
we share of the vicissitudes of this mundane
sojourn
smile with me, today
the more words i gather to ascribe on
script, the more i value their worth
these words that with inspirations come,
much like standing on the edge of a
promontory ledge, gasping breath.
sharing the words to incite thought and
passion, the heart beats in a flutter
assembling words of expression is the same as
music that harbors a melody intertwined with
fresh budding then flowering words, pollinating
seeds in one’s imagination to reflect upon and
reminisce with nostalgia
the gathering of my words may sometimes
be assembled in a melodic style of metaphors
and similes, creating as ornaments, symbolisms
and pictures in the mind, the feelings in the
heart, emoting
and as my words are read, they hopefully poke
and tickle the imagination, stirring the heart
and spirit as does Van Gogh, Monet or Matisse
on canvas, or Rodin with bronze, and so too
Nature, for our breath to be stoked short and
eyes to behold
i have much more than many and
many have much more than me but
what i have i’m willing to share
and wealth is not of possessions but
of peace of mind and a heart full
of love and thus i am rich and grateful
hola, all you pretty flowers and verdant grasses
when one departs from this mundane sojourn
they enter into the light, onto a new peaceful journey
it is sad for those left behind who shared in their circle of
love
but we must find the strength to celebrate shared time in the
heart
it is okay to lament and to cry in their absence, for the
void they
left behind in memories, little and grand, that will assuredly
be nurtured by tears flowing at moments unexpectedly
but a heartfelt reminder, their spirit is still present
what is intrinsic in love, is that once it’s been shared it
will
always remain, never to wane even in their absence
for love is ever-present, not belonging to any one
but held by all things living and shared by all
Love is there, here, if you reach and grasp it,
must be desired, embraced, be intertwined,
enmeshed, consumed by its intrinsic spirit
one must love to love, like a tree with the sky
or the bird with the wind, the river with the sea,
like a canine that loves without conditions
if one understands Love, enters into its abode
they will wish never to leave its vicinity, never
again to depart from its grasp
open your eyes, your ears, your smell, your
touch to where you can feel it with your heart
and soul and you will reside in its eternity
...see that one daisy, that's me
which one is you, are you amidst
this field of beauty in Nature
although we may all look the same
we must remember that we all have
roots in the earth as does the mountain
we, all, are under the same sky in the day
the sun shines on all of us and in the noir of
night. so too. under the moon and the stars
and under our petals, the cool shade and
shelter we provide for all the tiny critters that
scurry about in day and night, are grateful to us
remember, that in this mundane sojourn we all
have a place, a significance
how should i paint on this canvas the transformative
configurations and choice of color hues of the attire
that i now resolve to wear after the battle that I and
my strong and resilient wife have endured
in defying of an insidious and unexpected, potential
upending life attack and challenge, recalculates one’s
priorities in space and time, makes one’s eyes more
keen as to the clarity of what is beauty
the dream catcher within, the spirit of my being is now
sprawled wide to consume the winds of life, to capture,
in its sails, the verve that had been illusory, having being,
‘just riding the wind’
If you see me out and about, be cognizant that my sails
are at full mast up, the torrent of my spirit’s energy
might capture yours and the moment of our meeting
may be caught in my ‘dream catcher’ sales
Life is beautiful
it waivers not in its natural display
recognizes the presence of consciousness
knows it is responsible for welcoming making our stay
Life knows of those that can see
knows of those that can hear and smell
is aware of the feeling in hearts and that the spirits
who flutter about in its aura is but an extension of itself
we are sacred to Life’s makeup
integral in its existence, its consciousness
and so being this is the case, we are all part of this
despite the cold crisp winter wind,
today I shall smile at the flower and tree
throw peanuts on the ground for the
squirrels and Blue Jays to eat, fill feeders
with seed and whistle for friends with
wind under their wings
...it is these moments that i must choose to either read
someone else's words in writ or express myself by creating with words my
ponderings
...as you can see what i have chosen and it is this choice
that i make at this moment because i wish to touch you and you to feel me
...much like when i am walking by a tree or flower that if i
do not stop to appreciate them and say hi, it is not them that do not see me or
feel me but it is me, if i do not stop and say hi
these days of grey have gathered about too long
diminishing my inspiration in awaken moments
and the once pristine white of early winter’s snow
now, has also turned into a dirty hue
this haze has drained my lifting spirit away when
during the warmth and bright of the sun’s ray
seemingly birds would more so joyfully ride the wind
and earthbound critters would scurry about in play
i cherish short winter’s stay as do i the Autumn colors
in all their array and always temper even the hottest
of a summer’s day but what i long for now and harken
the wonderment and nascence of a Spring day
