~riding life's waves~

 

i think that my spirit has been on this boat, on these seas with the eye in the sky hovering o'er me.

the tides may be rough and portentous, but the boat stayed sturdy and strong, masts and sails still maneuvering in the wind

and if by chance i am submerged into the sea, i will swim with the dolphins and they'll teach me how to ride the waves

empathy shall prevail

 

as the morning arrives after a sleepless night

grateful is my heart, my spirit smiles, for i am

rich of life, wealthier than many because i have

my princess canine child, still have my wife

 

although mother nature’s attitude has been fickle

and vacillating, one day it glows with the warmth

of its radiant eye, stars twinkle at night, the moon smiles

then next, it’s angry breath blows tumbling the calm

 

‘man’ seems to mirror this vacillation between calm

and an angry storm, some of these souls are the

dark clouds throwing down thunder and lightning,

whilst the rest try to take cover and just thrive

 

yet, even those who are victims of these storms, who

wish to only care and share, some are influenced by the

angst of the storm, the vitriol, the hate, their empathy wanes

whilst trying to protect their own   

 

 

 

 

all the while

 

..all the while as my naked feet traversed this dirt below them, the verdant blades of grasses and wildflowers, let the waves of ocean's best, ebb and flow between my toes on sandy beach, and so too, all the while, my feathered friends above sang to me to open mine eyes to the mornings where the crimson and gold of your fingered rays touched with warmth upon my face, this, your eye of ebullient joy reminds me of whilst i came and to where my spirit will once again be embraced~

from Mother Nature's closet

Mother Nature, Earth’s voice, reminds us that she

is in control of our destiny. She, on occasion and more

recently than before, reminds us that by our carelessness

to our designated responsibility as caretakers of her attire,

there comes a redress in requiring attention, reminding us

humans, that we are but visitors in her home

 

she watches us through the eyes of soaring Eagles, her

warnings are In the howls of the wolf. she reminds us of

her disgust through the spewing of hot rock on occasion,

through the angry winds and cleansing storms, uses the

fingers of the Sun’s rays to both feed with nutriment but

also, its scorching touch when we carelessly felling her tree

garden

 

when she wishes, though, to show off in plain sight by

feeding and behold’n to our eyes, in a titillation and gasp

by a flutter in the rhythm of the heart whilst sharing the

beauty of its dawn and dusk, the day and night, the gift

of her beauty…

embracing today

 

my spirit was lifted today because i was touched by the fingertips of sunrays, for t'is been a while, with the greys and brisk cold of winter's touch,

although i embrace the changes of Nature's moods, my aged body

stiffens and aches in the cold as i count my passing of years, and those before me in months, now in days and hours,

i wish to amble about while i can, in less aching paing, walking amidst the paths where wildflowers dress the river's banks whilst listening to the chorus of my feather friends

and so today, with layers on to break the brisk of air, i walked slowly with my little canine friend by my side and we both breathed in the day's fresh air, in symbiosis, as we both looked up at the sun in appreciation and thanks...

daisies in kind

 

like a daisy, my spirit is jubilant, my colors ebullient

when the sun touches me with its golden fingertips,

and even when grey cottons hover o’er, seemingly

with gloom, still my spirit glisten with joy for as the

day brings wind and rain and the night brings the

stars and the moon, i joyfully embrace this, called life

 

when i see a smile upon the face of a stranger or friend,

one evinces upon mine and when i notice tears running

down their cheeks, i too shed them, for i am them and

they are me, our spirit is of the same, so today i shall

begin with a smile, whether cloudy or sunny, for my heart

and theirs, is one in kind…

Imagine

 

feels in my heart and dancing spirit

 

these nights, lately, when mine eyes should be closed

and body resting, my daytime reveries transform into

dreams and the spirit of my being, now has its time

to intertwine with the grander spirit of the universes,

i am restless because i share the anguish of so many

souls have no warm of place to sleep

in the first days of this ‘new year’, although my days

run sequentially and not delineated by reference of

the paradigm of a ‘year’, i wish to expose my heart

and show that my spirit dances in tune with that of

the ‘universes’ for they are one, and i share it with

those who also ‘Love’

when mine ears hear the waters of a river or stream

run o’er fallen tree branches and honed stones of

their edges because the water has softened them, and

so too, mine eyes witnessing feathered friends of all

colors against the canvas of crimson sky, whilst the

salamander swims in the stream, i, with you, share

and when my lungs fill with the air of Nature’s breath,

i will breathe it upon you of which first i place in writ

and then sing it in word with music in the vibrations that

also makes of the sun and its fingered warmth of rays, the

wind swaying the flora and trees and then the moon and

stars in the noir of night

for these are my intentions, with the beginnings of these

days, in this ‘new year’…

                                                                                  

 

color of my shadow

 

in reflection, t’was i but a shadow

of those before me and those after, though

my light was dim because of my silence,

quiet was my space, i knew none other

 

when music played, i would sing but

my voice would not make sound, for i

chose to not be heard amidst the chorus

of others, as my words meant little

 

in the shadows i remained, because mine

eyes and ears had precedence, whilst my

breath would deeply fill inside my chest

and my heart would quietly flutter

 

then as years behind me began to gather

the quiet of my voice remained still, as i

learned that in silence my spirit grew when

listening to trees while in the wind they blew

 

thus, when my light was dim, still i cast a

shadow, maybe not like others did or as now

they do, yet my shadow was silently cast with

the colors of a rainbow hue  

freedom of the heart

 

~the tears i shed are not just for me but for all of you who have grief and pain inside but don't know how to release it. it is said that when the heart hurts and it speaks to the mind, they come together without regards to time and like the clouds that form above the seas, they soar then dissipate into an ocean of tears called rain~

marellano

                                                                                    

i whispered in the dark, to the night~

 

                                                                         

i whispered in the dark, to the night~

‘will you tell me if i close mine eyes they

will open when the sunrays bring the

morning’s delight, piercing the clouds

and branches and leaves of trees, that

mine ears will hear the cardinal sing while

the squirls stand upright waiting for me

to lay down peanuts, as always i do’

the silence of the noir of night speaks

to me, saying ‘i cannot assure you of this,

for i do not hold your spirit in my hand,

but in that i am the dark of the universe,

i do know that if you have rendered this

within, to be the case, then you will see

and hear this, again’

i wish for this again

 

am i alone, when walking about in these now diurnal days,

with the feeling that all around me seems to be a dusting of

a nebulous cloud where nothing is clear, whether by sight

or by sound, all is darkened by casted shadows of uncaring

souls and the hurtful vitriol harkening from their voices

where once there were sparks of joy, inspiration, and hope

evincing from shadows cast on shady days and neighbor ladies

were outside on lawns sharing turnips for tomatoes, potatoes

for lettuce, whilst their children played together and fathers

shared a beer as the waft from the kitchen stoves pervade

 

dusk would arrive quietly and the lights from abodes would

ornament the streets as the moon would begin to light the

sky coming from the reflection of the sun dawning its restful

sleep onto the crimson horizon and one could see little twinkles

of flickering stars coming out to play in the noir of night

 

this delight of calm and peace, a setting where the days’ work

was arduous but then the evenings’ rest comes as mom and

dads sat next to each other on sofas and the children now with

eyes closed lay their heads on pillows in bed with bellies sated,

and tranquility sets in, steals from the busy of the day  

 ~if you did not see me standing underneath the sky, the moon, the tree, on the verdant canvas with earth's quenching water, it is because we are 'one'~

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joy of another day

i welcome that mine eyes opened this

day, my breath is deep and my heart

still beats, so i shall embrace this morn

while in my ear i hear the birds song

waking today says to me that my doings

here on earth are still welcome and so

i shall sing, with the birds, for all to hear,

that my words to my writ will be read

in that i have awaken another day fills

my heart with joy, lifts my spirit, and so

it dances knowing that this will be a day,

for me, one of new beginnings

i shall not forsake this privilege, this gift

and i will smile at the sun, feel the breeze

on my face, walk on river’s banks and sit

underneath a tree to listen to its wisdom

i shall then wander back to my abode to

cook a meal for my wife and me that should

sate, go and sit with my arm around her

her, whispering in her ear what my heart feels

how it is filled with love for her, our little poodle

laying at our feet, as i lift to read the book 'The

Key to Immortality' as she closes her eyes, her head

resting on my shoulder

i stare at the pages, not able to read but to

ruminate upon this gentle moment of how the

simplicity of this day fills my heart with joy and

wish that this could be shared by all

in the still of the night

~in the still of the night when i lie to rest and lay my head upon Nature's verdant dress and my diurnal reveries will transform into nocturnal dreams, i wish to feel upon my cheek the kisses of Moon beams while my spirit dances on~

 

 

i am here, still

                                                               

i close mine eyes to try to sleep

but my thoughts run and run

whilst if they must i try to focus

in the present but they always

seem to reflect upon the past

 

then because they do not wish

to rest, to bring dreams of lilies,

daffodils and verdant fields, they

come juxtaposed of faces, smiles

and tears, those from yesteryear

 

is it because they wish to speak

to me once more, letting me know

they’re okay, they’re still present

for my heart and spirit still to touch,

they are with me, are near, are here

 

i wish them well and glad to hear

but my world is still with my loved

ones in the present to hold their

hand, to kiss their cheek and feel

a warm embrace, their arms in mine

 

when i open mine eyes, her face

laying next to mine and she opens

hers, we greet with smiles then our

lips touch gently, she asks ‘did you

sleep well’, i say ‘yes, i am here’

...the light i shine upon you to give you light in the noir of night

does not come from me but it is the light given to me

from our friend the sun and so i share it with you,

it is called 'giving', remember this

 

~waiting to release the music within~

if you wish to send me a joyful greeting, i would appreciate it

before or after these holidays because then i’ll know it’s sincere

and for me not because of the designated days mandated to

celebrate goodness, kindness and caring. there are many days

of the calendar year that these joyful expressions are appreciated

because of their spontaneous sincerity.

like a piano that sits alone in an empty room that no one knows

it’s there waiting for someone to tickle its ebonies and ivories to

let the music out that it stores within, wanting to express and sharei

ts jubilant music. the baby grand sits there alone waiting for someone

to walk by and spontaneously play the music it awaits to release. 

 ~the eye of heaven watches o'er all

whether it be a flower or a tree,

a bird or a bee, whether a wolf or an eagle,

a dolphin at sea, and yes it watches

o'er all even you and me~

grateful for this moment

 

sitting in the dark, still and quiet in my alone time

and space i hear a soft whisper, turn my head around

but no one else is here, try to discern the words being

said finally, i capture these words being spoken

 

~why am i sitting alone, where did i go wrong, is

this because of the choices i have made, the path

i’ve taken, or are these just words from a song that i

i heard before and had forgotten, should i feel sad

and lonely or should there be joy within me because

i’m still breathing, my hands and feet are intact able

to move, my heart is till beating, i have warmth inside

my abode, my love ones next to me~

 

i realize these are not whispers but my spirit speaking

to me of being more present, grateful, to this pleasure,

and when mine eyes open to the morning sun, listen

to the birds for they will be singing my song