“The earth laughs in flowers.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson
let there be flowers wherever i go
my eyes are grateful to see them
my soul receives their love
as they wave at me from the sidewalks
they sprinkle their fragrance to charm me
and bring me back
to the present moment
they remind me to trust the Divine
“Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars.”
― Norman Vincent Peale
oh beaming moon
be still my heart, that i should swoon
your visage gently shines on me
and nimbly kisses
your light has touched my inner core
your graceful lustre
you bathe me in
in darkest night
and lucid mood
oh lambent moon
i’ll lift my voice, so i can croon
your silver sighs
have left a trace
laid luminescence in this place
a glow that transmutes
all my fears
and brings me back
to sacred spheres
you pour into
with silken light and lucent rays
the stars desire
and playfully wink from cosmic seas
oh memorial moon
love remembers your celestial tunes
my form is held in restful sleep
my reveries and soul to keep….
Image courtesy of Pixabay
I found this piece, written by my beloved son on the 16th August 2016.
I know he is unmasked in the moonlight,
dancing with many brave souls!
He has found his way home…..
The deepest part of my soul lies dormant,
hidden in the shadows of a myriad of masks,
no eye has seen it and no hand can reach it,
unknown, unseen, and untouched.
Light has now reached it and air has finally found it,
my fellows have unmasked the masked man.
I stand naked in the moonlit garden,
free yet secure under an array of stars.
Dawn is coming, followed by the heat of the sun,
Do I stay or go, fight or flight?
Or rather duck and cover?
I will cover.
Maybe tomorrow night will be a full moon,
maybe more will join me in the garden.
I am on a journey of a thousand moonlit nights,
walking with a few brave souls under the stars.
“If Light Is In Your Heart
You Will Find Your Way Home.”
― Jalaluddin Mevlana Rumi
Lord, please let the sun shine,
on my downcast form.
Send your rains to quench me,
in Your midst I’ll mourn.
I will treasure this Earth song,
its bounty I embrace.
The ravines and embankments
will know my happy face!
I will walk to the tempo,
of a soul glorified,
and enter this Temple,
an existence satisfied!
I won’t forget the sunrise,
or live in isolation,
I’ll let beauty distract me,
be thankful for creation!
When sorrow is too heavy,
for this heart of mine,
I’ll place my burdens before You,
in Your light I’ll shine
“Let’s get loose
Let’s drown in the delicious
i sat and listened for a while,
in moods of such sweet pleasantry.
deep compassion makes me smile,
its intensity quite heavenly.
tears fall for every lost child,
hearts that hurt so dreadfully.
confessions of mournful trials,
engender spacious empathy.
those who’ve tasted sorrow’s bile,
will pour their love resplendently.
bitterness should go out of style,
when woven into transcendency…
“I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in darkness the astonishing light of your own being.”― Hafiz of Shiraz
expectant in the half-light
in an uninspired moment
spilling prosaic visions…
“When we protect ourselves so we won’t feel pain, that protection becomes like armor, like armor that imprisons the softness of of the heart.”
― Pema Chödrön, When Things Fall Apart: Heart Advice for Difficult Times
particles of sorrow
have besieged this day,
skies filled with mourning,
and squalls of murky grey.
gulping raw emotions,
my misery contains,
a deluge of echoes,
with a soulful refrain.
impressions of songbirds,
don’t infiltrate this tomb,
i’m cast by bleak memories,
and shadowy gloom.
held captive by tempests
of unbearable grief,
by poignant disbelief!
swallowed by the darkness
of a nebulous trance,
my intense afflictions,
plunge into mournful dance.
to wake upon the morrow,
have come to pass,
and be freed from the quagmire
of this wretched morass!
i’ve inhaled deeply,
of grief’s noble desires,
my heart will not soften
or quench yearning’s fire!
Listen to the cry of the Earth
― Pope Francis
The City of Cape Town is running out of water…..
from warmer seas,
the sorry rains,
have not quenched,
this parched terrain..
a city weeps with desperate sobs,
no bucketing down, no happy frogs!
and when each citizen laments,
and prayers go out,
and souls repent.
did communities really have a say?
or did authorities
just turn away!
when climate change has caused decline,
inflicted suffering on all mankind….
will world leaders change their ways
or will our Earth fall into decay?
Image courtesy of Pixabay
“Speak Little. Learn the words of eternity.
Go beyond your tangled thoughts and
find the splendor of paradise.”
― Jalaluddin Mevlana Rumi
i had a pity party,
it didn’t go so well,
i forgot to invite friends around,
trapped by gloomy spells!
i didn’t order cakes or tarts,
or dance around the floor;
i didn’t play lively music
or string up bright decor!
it appeared unexpectedly,
turned upside down.
no happy face or cheerful laugh,
my hopes had run aground!
then i glimpsed
where bountiful reservoirs flow,
where hope spills out
and fields of wild flowers grow!
beyond the bluest wonder,
where time does not exist
bouquets of charming blossoms
wafting in the mist…
and trees adorned in pretty hues,
exceeding my wildest dreams,
a diamond encrusted cosmos,
where nothing is what it seems!
an array of purple jacarandas,
kissing the sultry skies,
the resonance of feathered wings,
and frolicking butterflies!
through my dim and blurry lens,
where all creatures coexist,
and abundance never ends……….