Peaceful arches emanate from my heart
Like a golden lotus from this earth
And with my love it will bloom again
Into eternal heaven’s sweet view.
Category: nature
Return (day 1528)
Return my mouth of suffering;
Return to a place where a brook lightly flows,
Where footsteps – delicately laid –
Digress with foggy mountain hillsides
Tangled deep amidst rose bushes,
Willow whips, cedars wide and pine needles fallen.
Return my mind to awake and aware,
Where fluttering wings present
Gusts of wind amidst tiny chatter from illustrious nutcrackers.
Return me to my home –
Nestled among wild things,
For ohana lives there.
Namaskar, Namaskar, Namaskar.
Marigold (day 1527)
I was a gale, like others could,
I came to life ever so lived.
And in the wandering hours I had,
I chanced upon a new found friend
Who wore the colors of my heart
Up and down her train of thought.
And in the evening sun we beamed,
Her every moment flowed and went,
At once nestling amongst her friends,
Then alone, betwixt my hand and hers.
We sat in silence for a while,
Adjusting and detecting all,
Like a playful waltz in time,
My marigold, at last, was mine.
Necromance (day 1523)
How can hallmark decay such strength
That whips about this storm?
A glass amongst dewy grass
Strays memories into this ‘bow.
I have called out to where I’m deeply lost,
I have called to whom I’m sold,
I have called upon a Prince
That left me floating in a sea,
Upon a piece of pixie dust
That was soaked into a cube.
Laying ‘mongst the willows in
A lost state of reverence,
A charmer came and held my snake
And fed me necromance.
Turkey Vulture Dust (day 1518)
As Sun chooses a new neighbor
A turkey vulture closes its eyes
And lets a cold shadow fall upon
Over a dusty ledge of an outcrop,
Shaking sporadically to warn gangsters
Of the lonely outback;
Let their eyes attend elsewhere.
This is a restless moment
Which comes nightly,
A fact us villains can never forget.
Ever Field (day 1516)
To be in a field of yellows here,
Set aside and lightly dusted.
Times we open hearts,
And times we take our shelter,
There are times we can wish for more,
Green it grows it grows it grows.
A dusty footstep leaves a story here,
Wild weeds share ancient scent
That blows and blows and blows
And blows about our ever field.
Rocky Alcove View (day 1513)
Clouds
Contrasting blues
Have begun to wash away
My cityscapes
And leveraging my sun spots
Into breezy alcoves
Of a blanket
And a lover.
Squirrels (day 1512)
I am awakened by the sound of trees
Clacking with other trees
Amidst a soft morning breeze
That has calmly taken to remind me
Of balance that life exists in
Where moss growsÂ
And ferns sprout
And squirrels chirp away
At their busy business.
Spray My Skin (day 1510)
Winds blow my thoughts
Where I let go.
Sun holds my gaze
Though sight hazy.
Sea sprays my skin
To tingle inhale,
And heart knows all
As self is held tight.