Posted in Photographs, Quotes, Where I live.

Saturday serenade

island-2“You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.”
Mary Oliver

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Posted in Poetry

Junk shop delight

To my good friend who I have spent many
happy hours with, looking for hidden treasures!

junk-shop
Piles of junk excite her
she always spots a gem.
I sneeze in the corner
my allergies go mayhem!

We’ve upturned wobbly tables
to find a fossilized piece.
Negotiating with the dealer’s
some wonders will never cease.

There’s a junk shop on the corner
that hawks odds and ends.
Their hidden treasures delight her,
with dusty worn out trends.

Teapots, jugs, an old suitcase
can brighten up her day.
She finds spots to stash them
or put them on display.

A shop could open tomorrow
with a spare room full of junk.
I hear her say, “I embellish”
oh sorry, it’s in the trunk!

Her husband groans on her return,
there’s a glint in her eyes.
Knowing she’s been a shopping
he shakes his head and sighs!

©2017

Posted in Poetry, Where I live.

The sea

“My soul is full of longing
for the secret of the sea,
and the heart of the great ocean
sends a thrilling pulse through me.”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Once I lived by the sea
a stormy sea.
The tide would come
up at night
high in my windows
and echo my desolation.
It would mock my sorrow
ridicule my pain.
The moodiness of the sea
enraptured me in despair.
I was submerged in its depths
delirious with longing.

Still, I live by the sea
not a temperate sea
but a tamed silence.
The storms they visit my door
but they do not enter in.
They draw back before dawn
when the seagulls beckon
chanting sweet melodies
in the sunrise.
Serenading me in wonderment.

In these days of equanimity
the ocean transposes
pervasive thoughts,
hushing me with its thunder.
Rumbling accolades,
applauding my courage.
It’s fragrant breath
imbues me with sensations
of the Divine
I’ve surrendered to its disposition,
abandoned myself
to providence.

Pleasant seascapes permeate my dreams!

©2017

Posted in Poetry

Moments in time

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The wet tarmac steamed
as she rode her bike through the rain.
Tears stung her face
when he came to her mind.
He wouldn’t be there to meet her today.

“Why did he declare his love for her?”
she thought.
It made her afraid.
Didn’t he know it would frighten her?

She was sure that her Father was wrong about him,
she knew this boy’s heart was pure.
He seemed as innocent as she was.
She felt vulnerable
alone in her feelings
terrified of where things might lead.
She didn’t give him up easily
but he never knew that!

Her beautiful dreamer was gone,
should she look for him?
Only her imagination
could see his face.
Her daydreams took her to him.

What was he thinking?
She felt so cruel
so unfeeling.
It wasn’t who she was.
She had some misgivings about him
but not enough to take him from her.
Fear had done the damage.
Prejudice had severed their sweet friendship.

She still thinks of him now.

©2017

Posted in Dreaming while awake

Day dreamer

“You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I hope someday you’ll join us. And the world will live as one.”
John Lennon

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Staring at a silent abyss
my heart stills to a whisper.
On the precipice of yearning
night chills becoming crisper.

I feel the chasm widen
disturbance interrupts my sleep.
The words embedded in icicles
I try to count sheep.

An unknown foreboding
is never far from sight.
My stagnant prayers keep falling
nothing taking flight.

I dive into substance
an euphony fills the air.
My wings are getting stronger
I’m flying, if I dare

Daydreaming above comprehension
Mysteries revealed in me.
I reach out for holy sustenance
through the unseen, I see.

Inner murmurs fly heavenward
the butterflies appear.
I gaze into luminosity
and transformation becomes clear.

©2017

Posted in Poetry

Everything keeps changing

“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”
Jalaluddin Rumi

20140123_142815Even when we think nothing has changed
the stars are still in motion
the tides ebb and flow.
The seasons change
and the winds go in other directions.

Yet our inner being ages and grows.
The expansion and marvel of nature
removes the husk
it hurts!

Pain brings forth redemption
and compassion is infused in our soul.

God is ever present at the turning of the tides.
He is holding the particles of dust
and then letting them fall.

He is saturating us with His grace
through His bright shining Son!
He allows us to drink from His cup
and eat at His table,
even during our reign of terror!

He loves us like no other
and in His season
when the winds have calmed
and movement is fluorescent
He wipes away our tears
and heals our shattered souls!

He brings us love at the exact right time
and His miraculous abundance flows through us.