October 2016

October 27, 2016September 2, 2017

Another Lifetime

it is winter now and raining
as it rarely did then
another lifetime…do you recall

a warm glow to your skin
as you stood amidst glittering sand
receiving the ocean’s salty mist
a warm wind carving waves

the rain reminds me as a child when
swimming past rolling waves
to a calm ocean to hold my raft
and even the depth beneath me
held no fear

i seemed to drift as it were
past people i did not know as
playing amongst the salty brine
they seemed to fade away
and i remained

it is winter now and raining
as it rarely did then
another lifetime…do you recall

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

another-life

October 22, 2016September 2, 2017

The Tiny Crocus

I recall two years past another time
when my heart within my chest gave
no inkling it would fail me
as hearts are want to do

The crocus would begin to peer
above the ground in unexpected places
in the grassy areas and I would
mow around them carefully

Then smile to see their petals close
to open only when the sun’s rays
caught their lavender petals
amidst the hosta’s large leaves

They came up year after year splendid
regal, demanding to be seen
pushing aside grass, weeds, plants
‘look at me, look at me’

I looked and now how I miss them
yet how I am so like them always
determined to break forth, to go past
what my heart was capable of doing

I did steer past all the obstacles
the ones in my way, the ones not seen
microscopic bacteria running rampant
using my blood like water driven roads

All the while moving forward striving
to rise above like the tiny crocus
clinging to soil beneath the grass
pushing through all the hosta leaves

My heart did fail me but others like me
took great care that it should beat again
that I might recall a time now past and
a lesson learned from the tiny crocus

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

tiny-crocus

October 21, 2016September 2, 2017

Visualize The Raindrops Pausing

i visualize in the warmth of the sun
or in the darkest hours of night

healing is held in the gift of seeing

i see between the wind blown leaves
pause each raindrop as it is falling

everything stops but my breathing

i listen to the silence all around
even in the midst of all the chaos

molecules of life touching gently

i close my eyes for a moment in between
for dreamers will always be dreaming

music notes orchestrate birth and death

i feel the strings of instruments hold me
soft as satin and stronger then webs of silk

healing is found in a moment of peace

i visualize oceans and mountains colliding
creating new life as gentle flowering buds

death can never be the ultimate ending

i see myself walking an ocean shoreline
by the still spray of a wave before it crashes

peace is standing between raindrops as they pause

i see there briefly a place my mind rests
devoid of wars, disease, famine and otherness

healing is held in the gift of seeing

what could be if only for a moment in time

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

pausing-raindrops

This was first published at the Bezine where you can read more posts on their current topic of Rituals For Peace, Healing and Unity at https://intothebardo.wordpress.com.

October 15, 2016September 2, 2017

Eddies Along The Tide

i am reminded of what i know
that living, breathing human beings
are but passing glances in a crowd

we are some of us but onlookers
those eddies along the tide

at times we are in the middle
funneled down in the churning mass

at times we break free in a quest
for our soul’s solace, peaceful rest

i am reminded of what i know
that living, breathing human beings
are but passing glances in a crowd

music soothes me wrapped in its’ notes
talking to my restless muse in repose

night is filled as an ebony blackboard
only ever broken by the swift tide

i listen as the current takes them
much as rapids toward the waterfall

i am reminded of what i know
that living, breathing human beings
are but passing glances in a crowd

i also know that each life i do touch
will change the life i am living

i will emerge from the whirling funnel
though i may be going against the tide

i will embrace each moment of silence
let it surround me with its’ song

i will cherish each life that touches me
even as they vanish with morning sun

i am reminded of what i know
that living, breathing human beings
are passing glances in a crowd

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

swift-current

October 8, 2016September 2, 2017

The leaves pirouette
slowly dancing
their way to earth
as they are
caught up one
atop the other
in rainwater puddles
once devoid of color
now laughing as
golds, reds,
yellows, oranges
make of them
a floating canvas
of nature’s art

Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself