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

  

inseparable

if i had wings i would fly day and night,

no matter how far, to be with you

if there was a mountain to climb, no matter

how high, i would hike to the top to put your

hand in mine

if i was on an island and we were oceans apart

i’d ride the waves over to sit on the beach by

your side

 if time came for mine eyes to close for that journey

beyond, do not weep, for my heart and spirit will

always be next to yours

 like the sun to the flower and tree, or the moon to

the stars or the sea, we are the same, you and me

 

dancing one more day

 

crystalline dew drops are clinging on the stems

of daisies and daffodils this crisp morning where

soon the sun will bathe with golden rays on these

droplets, displaying tiny rainbow colors that will

dance in the breezes

 

mine eyes glisten with their reflections and a

smile evinces upon my face, whilst i cherish with

joy this moment of intermingling as the day begins,

a fluttering takes place inside my chest so then my

feet begin dancing onto another day

grateful for this day

 

~thankyou to begin the day~

 

some days i awaken to realize that i am tethered in

this incarnate shell that is grateful for the feel of the

breeze that titillates its covering we call skin, grateful

for the lenses that are recessed in ‘les tete’, capturing

the wonder of birds perched on trees then floating with

ease, the wind beneath their wings, soaring with ease

under the cottons hanging from the azure canvas above,

grateful of the musical sounds mine ears behold when

these feathered friends then begin to marry their voices

with each other for a choir of song

 

and then i realize and feel something beating in my chest,

a soft and gentle cadence of rhythm that seems to heighten

when mine eyes and ears capture the sights and sounds

before me, as the big yellow fiery ball begins to rise from the

horizon and makes all the colors of flora around me ebullient

and warm, they seem to come alive when these golden rays

lay upon their petals allowing them to display their true beauty,

the multitude of floral colors causing a noticeable flutter  

within, my ‘heart’, then followed by a calming peace that

comes o’er the whole of this incarnate shell, of where my

‘being’ resides

 

for today i will rise from this supine state and shall move these

appendages to carry me outside where the aesthetic of Nature

resides and shall walk amidst its bounty of beauty when i will

then raise mine eyes to look up then around, smell the waft

of the day, feel the presence of my being in its midst and be

thankful for this pleasure, be grateful for this gift that so many

have not the fortunes of, and if they do, are not cognizant of it

thus disappearing by ungratefulness or that which is called

death…

 

~thankyou, as mine eyes close to rest~

live art

 

love looking at Nature art, great art, different styles, different eras,

seeing it is most satisfying, a pleasing aesthetic to mine eyes that

conjures thoughts of the artist who painted this beauty, where

were they, what was in their minds, their hearts, to want to try to

capture, replicate Nature’s intrinsic beauty

i walk out of my abode to traverse through pathways where the

wildflowers grow on their canvas, where trees hover o’er and during

Autumn displays their colors, the fauna plays in this garden and though

i am titillated by an artist’s interpretation of Nature, still life on canvas

mine eyes are enraptured by living flora and fauna, by the waft and feel

on my fingertips of sunflower petals, the vocals and visual beauty of

our feathered friends

never ending Love

 

as the latter part of my life begins to encroach upon me

mine eyes begin to diminish in sight and the color of leaves

on trees in Autumn seem to have lost their orange and reds

and mine ears only hear muffled sounds of when once were

a choir of mellifluous sounds from my feathered friends that

would wake me in the morn, and the waft of petrichor when

a slight of drizzling rain would fall from the grey cottons above,

the feel of droplets tickling my face as i look upward where

not too long from now my spirit will reside

 

when all this will soon come to be, i will reside in the wonder

of my memories when Spring brought the nascence of new

budding flora, the birds would sing me songs where mine ears

would listen with joy and the waft of rain fall upon the earth

beneath my feet would cause them to dance and feel of your

touch upon my cheek would always feel like kisses and the love

in all four chambers of my heart would flutter with love, this

will not cease when this incarnate shell lays rest, my spirit will

carry with it unto my next sojourn, the love that never ceases

for it is omnipresent, never ending…

 

beauty of Fall

 

we all await the aesthetic beauty of the Autumn

change of attire, crispness in the air, the brilliance

of the nighttime stars and the white lunar face

lighting up the noir of nocturnal part of day

 

and while we take pleasure in this Nature’s annual

transformation with our fortunes in a state of being

where we can freely walk out of our abode to take 

respite underneath this glorious view, remember those

who cannot

 

whether because of physical incapability or mental

instability from psycho trauma and being alone, not

having the comfort of a ‘home’ to walk out of due to

poverty or worse the portent of bombs raining down

 

we must be grateful of what we have, remember those

whose liberties are not theirs, the families, the children

who, because of someone’s selfish and uncaring actions

cause loss of freedoms and be witness in the beauty of ‘Fall’

 

wisdom of a tree

 

a tree is an extension, an appendage of Mother Earth.

it hovers upward to touch and connect with the clouds,

the sky, to absorb the rays of the sun and drink of the

dropplets of rain coming from the seas and it listens to

the whispers of the wind, the secrets it beholds, thus

when i sit quietly and still at the base of a tree, i become

a receptacle for the wisdom it imparts upon me and it

knows i am willing to become one with it.

i learned of this when i was an eagle in my life before

and i used to soar o'er the finger tips of their limbs as

they lifted high and upward to give praise to the 'One'.

now my spirit lifts skyward when i sit quiet and still at

the base of a tree.

sharing me with you

 

if you read my words, your eyes scan over them,

remember that they came to my fingertips to

display on writ the moments of my being, where

life pricked me, stung my heart, asked my spirit

to become one with my surroundings

 

wherefore are you, to make judgement as good

or bad of what i express in my heart, what i have

gathered when i walked amidst the creation of

my wonder, my wanderings, the moments that

touched me and helped me realize my presence

 

when you read my words, remember they are of

me not of you, not of your moments but those

that were assembled around my being and if

by chance they touch you then embrace them

as yours, for i wrote them to share with you…

 

life's vibrations

when mine ears capture the vibrations of violin strings

or the soft sounds of a classical piece on a guitar, ivories

on a piano sounding the melancholy of the fingers that

are playing them, the vibrations of these frets and bars

capture a moment in time for my spirit to dance and for

my heart to poke the lacrimal ducts of mine eyes to

release tears of joy and lament, the tears of life…

all this is not unlike the leaves’ attire in Nature when first

captured in the Spring where the radiance of the Sun’s rays

lay gently upon their petals in the early morn still wearing

dew, for this aesthetic look is what is its summer wear and

unlike the animal species covers for the cool of Autumn’s

touch, they undress to color the Fall by exposing their true

nature after riding the vibrations of their life’s sojourn…

will someone remember me

 

when my body is laid down to rest and my spirit

is no longer present in this mundane sojourn, will

my thoughts; curiosities, observations, queries, my

hearts’ embracing’s, the resulting tears and joys

dissipate onto a nebulous time and space?

 

will some other mind and spirit recall that which i

have left behind and will someone somewhere sing

the songs i loved, those that i chanted out loud when

in a moment of melancholy or those that spoke words

uplifting to my spirit and made my feet dance?

 

when my earthbound incarnate shell is laid to rest,

will there be someone curious about the words i left

behind in writ and will they then feel in their heart and

spirit the same as i did when my fingertips relayed my

life’s observations, the caring’s of me, within?

 

wherefore, come my ponderings

 

are others sitting quietly in repose as i am

at two in the a.m., as the cicadas and crickets

entertain my still and silence with their chirps

to the otherwise nocturnal stay of where all

other diurnal life is at sleep and at rest?

 

i ponder upon that which became my day and

what of others became of it, having a day

with moments of joy or was it filled with the

angst of life’s sojourn or, so too, with fear

arising from someone else’s nefarious ways?

 

sometimes i wish, knowing that my wishing

does not affect what may become, that the

kindness of the universal spirit dance with

all our spirits so that this floating experiment

in space could witness the kindness of its being

 

this is what i ponder upon while at my early

morning sleepless cogitative state and so i listen

to Nature’s nocturnal terrestrial sounds with my

window ajar and to the soft play of classical music

of Chopin, Debussy, Segovia, Fellini, Brahms,

and, of course, Mozart, etc…

an early morning's reflection

 

a few years now, i have been encumbered by sadness,

more so than prior years before. the days have seemingly

grown shorter in time only because i desire for the angst

and the anguish my heart feels, to cease, therefore i wish

for time to move beyond these moments. my spirit has

lessen its steps of dance in life’s music of verve yet i know

wishing time passing does not assuage the pain of

sadness and sorrow. for life is a mixture, a collage of

lament and joy, and it is this that i know about life, that

i must embrace all that arises, like the sunrise and sunset,

the moon and stars, the wind with its titillating cool breezes,

its refreshing petrichor of drizzling rain, so too, its storms.

 

i cherish these moments left in my life for i am more fortunate

than many for my longevity, for the gatherings of my joys,

and, still, the lucidity of my thoughts, my heart still beats and

loves, and yes, although my steps have become slower and

more careful than carefree, my spirit still is dancing…

a smile and tear

 

when the day becomes night

from the light to the noir

and the smile that once was

now turns to a trickle of tears

 

and the heart beats faster then

abruptly slows to a shallow pace,

it feels of something that no

one else knows

 

once, not too long before,

the spirit was full of life’s verve

and now it has waned to the

slight of tear drops falling

 

but i regret not, for once

not too long ago, a smile did

evince upon my face and for

that moment, i am grateful

Oh sweet August, night and day

 

t’is the time of year near the end of summer where

the cicadas, the crickets, the sleeping frogs, in sync,

exhale their nocturnal sleeping sounds telling the

flora and fauna know it is time to rest underneath

a brilliant full moon in the nights' noir after light of

day

 

if not for my nocturnal clock being displaced by the

days’ events with thoughts dancing about in my head

where my empathic spirit doth fret, mine eyes would

close letting my mind rest, along with my incarnate

shell, as my canine aged friend lies upon my chest

 

because of this my heart doth beat and my breath

ceases not, i am more fortunate than many, awaiting

for the sun to nudge the moon’s display and take its

place, awakening all who have the fortunes of sleep to

embrace a new day   

sever all tethers but love

 

we gather much in our lifetime, not just ‘things’

but with our eyes, our breath, our hands and

fingertips, our feet, our stomachs, our muscles,

our hearts, our spirit, and if we’re gifted with

longevity in our lives so that we can embrace,

appreciate and cherish all this then we are

fortunate.

 

yet of all these gatherings we must ready ourselves,

be prepared to sever from them when the time

comes to depart and enter onto our next sojourn.

 

of all these, the only one that i wish and hope

will come with me into my next journey, is Love

alone not lonely

 

Being alone does not necessarily mean being lonely

and being lonely doesn’t necessarily mean one is alone

one can be lonely when even amidst one’s family and

friends or even one’s life partner, either because of not

being attentive toward each other or there is some inner

metabolic imbalance

 

i choose to be alone, once in a while, cherishing my

solitude, for i can hear more clearly thus listen better,

mine eyes can see keener thus witness more clearly giving

me the feels of not being alone and not lonely

 

in recognizing this, one’s spirit becomes intermeshed,

once again, with the universal spirit which is the energy

of the ‘All’ in infinity   

 

givers versus takers

 

t’is my mind that can’t be quiet and still from

anguished thoughts as to how people have

chosen hate and war over Love and peace

 

my enthusiasm and hope is still present for i

have witnessed some young people who have

much promise, they are givers not just takers

 

mine eyes couldn’t close to rest from tears welling,

incessantly running down my cheeks for the lives

wantonly lost in Ukraine, at the hands of a monster

 

i choke of angst, trying to breathe while lying down,

trying to relax and rest my weary muscles and bones

so that my spirit has strength to rejuvenate

 

‘do not disdain portrayals of love or feign affection

but receive with open arms and heart life’s every

emanation, for loves they will falter and tend to fade

away and hearts will get scorned and cry from day

to day, do not fold within like a flower that sleeps

at the end of its season, be like a perennial, always

leave a little room to start again’