i soar o'er

 ~i soar o'er 'les ‘terra firma' as it holds hands with the waves of the sea while they listen to the vibrations brought forth by the wind as mother earth rotates giving the sun its reflective time and the moon and stars their nocturnal charms amidst the noir of night~ 

Nature's way

~i am totally enthralled with Spring when it arrives and mine

eyes open wide to the colors of Nature's dress,

i love Summer and the warmth of that golden eye that gives

nutriment and verve to flora and fauna and warmth to my

spirit,

but then i know that Autumn is the rebuilding, the changing

of attire with all its rustic brilliance as it awaits the artic cold

that's soon to come our way,

and then the gray of a Winter's day only to be ornamented

by the festive holidays of 'man's' lighted array,

never disavow the season you are present in by saying 'i look

forward to', for you will never know the truth of Nature...

this is Nature's way~

i baste in my quiet

 

I baste in my quiet, my solitude,

soothing my spirit by Chopin’s 

Nocturne No. 20 in C sharp minor 

performed by Menahem Pressler 

Then i listen to Jimmy Buffet who’s 

words and melodies transform my 

recliner to promontories by the sea, 

crashing ashore in ebb and flow 

 

And with this ‘awe’, although these 

past few weeks much lament is still 

raw, I find joy sitting with my three 

rescues and life partner, my lovely wife 

death conspires with the night

Oh night, again, in all your repose and solemnity and

while i sleep, you have stolen from me another loved

one while in my quiet of sleep at night. you and death, i

in a fortnight, have conspired to steal from my heart

first two dear friends and now Sunday night my older

brother, as his wife could not awaken him from his sleep

my heart is in great pain, my tears are no more, no

longer do they seep from their depletedlacrimal abode,

no longer do they roll down my cheek

i am devoid of words with lament, and night if you are

not conspiring with death to also take me soon, then

my spirit shall still thrive and go on living, maybe

later to dance once more, but only from within

                                                                                                                                                 

wish for my legacy

i have been a son, a brother, a friend, an athlete, a business man, a giver, and yes in some moments a taker. but, i wish to leave and be remembered as being kind, being a friend and leaving words and feelings for others to consume and say to themselves he was a kind gentle friend that left me with a little piece of himself that i like and will carry with me. he was a good human being, he loved and was loved...

my incarnate shell to rest

 

from when once i ran with the wind chasing

the deer, climbing the trees to see what my

friends perched on limbs could see, i now

walk gingerly, mine eyes squint to see the

colors of seasons, my body becoming frail

 

so when i lay my body down to rest for all

eternity, i wish to lay it in the snow or in

a winter’s day, so that when it turns cold,

it won’t know warm blood once flowed

within, anymore

 

that when they find and lift it from the cold

the last of its warmth will leave an imprint in

the snow for those who knew me and will

remember me, when young and stupid, then

hopefully, wiser and kinder when old

                                                                     

~i love you now as i did yesterday,

i love you now as i will tomorrow,

my love is not malleable, it is not

moveable, it is impenetrable, and

impervious to the sling of arrows

from the pangs of life, and more

 importantly, for you, it is

forever~

                                                      

what your eyes see when they look into mine

 

If mine eyes have looked into yours and yours into mine

we will have seen the worlds we each have lived

you will have seen my heartbeat and i yours

thus we will care for each other

you will have witnessed with every step i have taken,

the anguish and pain, the smiles and the joys,

the trudges my feet have walked, also their dance

while on the path given and the one i have chosen

so when we cross paths again and our eyes, once again

look into each other’s, we will remember and we will

care from whence we came and where we’re going, but

most importantly, that we care for each other

quiet and still amidst the forest

 

i shall wander amidst the natural sounds of the fluttering of leaves on branches of swaying trees, the stream that runs through with its whispers of where it's been and where to, the intermittent songs of Ave inhabitants, and just maybe, i will hear my deep breath sounds and sighs and my heart flutter, as my spirit dances atop wildflowers.

wildflower of the universe

as i lay upon this bed of wildflowers, my spirit assimilates for i too am born of wild in that i am born of stardust unbeknownst of when and where, how and why i became, but it is not for me to understand but just 'to be'...

the ocean blue

 i recall when first mine eyes captured the beauty of the ocean blue, my heart fluttered, my breathing became full and deep, i could feel my spirit dancing in rhythm with the tides washing in, knowing that they are moving away and come toward me because the Earth is moving round and round

when mine eyes close for the last time to give this body its time to rest, i shall leave the challenges that it's met along the way, in the years gifted with life on this mundane sojourn, the winds against its face, the jagged stones underneath the naked feet, and the dehydration from tears shed of loss and sad but also of smiles and joy of love

self love

 

it is this that must be known, that must be embraced

the mountain that stands before you, although grand and tall,

is not unlike yourself, for both seem to be tethered to the earth

below yet the mountain tip lives amongst the clouds and kisses the sky,

so too with you, although not as tall or maybe as grand in size,

you can reach up and tough the wind that allows the clouds to hover by

and if you look up, you too can kiss the sky...

~my spirit says thank you~

awaken by Mother Nature’s thunder just outside the window

where my head lies next to my love partner and upon a soft

restful pillow

grateful for this nudge from the stormy skies and billowing

dark clouds for as mine eyes open, i am reminded of how

fortunate we are, my partner and our little canine at our feet

as i lay here now with mine eyes wide open to the present,

i reflect upon those who cannot sleep because the thunder

comes not of Nature but of bombs exploding o’er

i reflect and ask my spirit that resides within all my fortune,

to breathe calm and peace into those who sleep underneath

Nature’s portentous wakings without the warmth of shelter

to this morning’s awaken of thunderous alarm, saying thank you,

as i have made it my mantra to this grateful greeting, i say it before

I close mine eyes to sleep and when they open to a morning’s delight 

dreaming under stars

because i cannot sleep with mine eyes closed, i shall dream looking at the stars

so in this moment is what i ‘will’ myself to be, in heart, of mind and spirit, i wish

to be a month from now, a year and beyond, until my feet no longer walk upon the

ground on this Earth

mine eyes have remained open most of this nocturnal stay when

most lay to rest, sleeping soundly while the moon smiles on to their nest

as the stars glitter at play, and dreams to their assay

i take this sleepless moment to cogitate and introspect and a

desire to transmutate into what i must become, which is a spirit

to change for better to those who with me, choose to be                                                         

'reflections upon words'

 

i know in the realm of all that matters in the Universe,

my words matter little, but if just for one instant, for

one moment, they make your heart beat slow when

before consumed in anxiety or flutter with joy when

dormant from loneliness then my words will not have

been for naught

 

~gather the beauty of the daisies and tulips, the jonquils

and purple passion and daffodils, the song of birds, the

scurrying and play of the little terrestrials, the blue sky

with cottons hovering o’er, the sound of a running stream,

the playful children’s screams, all in your minds eye

 

then sit at the base of your favorite tree and listen to

the wisdom of the breeze rustling its leaves, breathe

slowly in and be grateful what this earthbound sojourn

has given thee, despite all the sham and drudgery set

yourself free~

 

remember: you were made from love, and if you

                    reflect upon this moment, then you will

                    flicker and sparkle like the star from

                    whence you came…

                                              

~the wonder of life~

does a new born flower bud wonder as it looks

around…'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 of its beauty'

so too, i ask, when a crimson cardinal perches on

a large arbor oak’s limb ...is the tree filled with pride,

that this winged angel visits with its glorious red

plume vest, singing to greet the morning's ethereal

horizon

little do we know of this, for it is considered as

a human condition only, but in that, i believe love

is the intrinsic fiber of all, then it is surely shallow

of our species to think otherwise of the flower,

the cardinal and the tree 

~my heart doth cherish~

 i have been witness to some extraordinary ‘things’ in my life

which may not compare to how the flower sees the sun, the

tree plays in the wind, the, a wolf howling amidst a forest of

 trees as an eagle soars wistfully, in the sky above

 

but i have seen the flower raising its petals to the sun, the tree

letting its leaves rustle in the breeze, have seen a dolphin jump

the ocean waves, heard the wolf’s joyful howl echoing in its abode,

i am that eagle soaring above looking down observing at

all of this

 

yet the most extraordinary and pleasurable experiences that i

have witnessed are; the opening eyes and smile on a newborn,

a welcoming embrace of parents whose child has come home

safely from the ugly of war, holding hands of an elderly couple

strolling along a river’s bank

 

and what i cherish most is that you, my love, have touched my

heart with your gentle hand, you have made it flutter with

joy, you have put a smile upon my face where before there

was a frown from the travails of life, for this i am grateful, so

please never let go of my heart~~~I Love You

 

                                                                                

eyes of lamenting tears

 

our open eyes, our sullen spirit and hearts have recently

captured the most heinous destructive hate of human

upon human, the careless and uncaring defoliation,

denuding, of Nature’s verdant dress, the felling of natures’

breathing apparatus, its bonnet of foliage  

 

Earth’s liquid drink has been contaminated and the

species that reside in this realm are drowning in their

own breathing atmosphere, no longer does the osprey,

the Eagle soar o’er trying to find its nutriment below

whilst the wolf no longer howls at the moon and stars,

in praise of  life, but rather to lament the withering of it                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

where love is

why is it that sadness follows me when

i am surrounded by my own species, yet

when i am amidst other species, whether

fauna (the deer, the wolf, the eagle) or

flora(wildflowers, whispering wind on leaves

of trees), alone of chosen solitude with the

azure sky and the stars throwing kisses to

the moon in the noir of night, ocean's blue

roaring sounds, thus my spirit feels calm and

peace, feels acceptance, feels safe, i sense

the feeling of love

~why is it that sadness follows me when

i am surrounded by my own species, yet

when i am amidst other species, whether

fauna (the deer, the wolf, the eagle) or

flora(wildflowers, whispering wind on leaves

of trees), alone of chosen solitude with the

azure sky and the stars throwing kisses to

the moon in the noir of night, ocean's blue

roaring sounds, thus my spirit feels calm and

peace, feels acceptance, feels safe, i sense

the feeling of love~

lifewhispers

 

...and i stood before this wonderous flower today and in a soft breathy voice I said to it; ' you're beautiful, thank you for giving me this moment of pleasure'...and as i was walking away i heard in a whispering voice~your beautiful also~.

at that moment i realized that my whispers and the waft of this wonderous flower will live in perpetuity