Birth

June 26, 2020June 26, 2020

The Amber Mirror

The paradoxical algorithms of life
speak of birth and death colored
with a beginning and an end
both caught within the shadows
of rules, mandates and laws

tasting and speaking of freedoms
both ‘masked’ in lies and deceit

a truth hidden behind closed doors
spoken in silent unheard whispers
seen through the eyes of the faceless

while the legends of time and history
move between the spaces of passions
where wisdom is a time honored truth
where love of others and of self
is the resin that frees them

an amber mirror that reveals life

The Photo Below Created As Art

May 29, 2020May 29, 2020

Ever Widening Circles

Ever widening circles of life contained in the circles that grow fading one into the other like the stone skipping across the water, leaving traces of the promises that remain

reminders of the moon waxing, waning but ever present, even in the darkest sky, the blackest night like the tides coming in high receding back again low

amidst seasons repeating, growth new and amazing, fullest in Spring leveling out in heat of Summer

colors vibrant in the arrival of Fall giving way to fields fallow in the cold of Winter beneath icy waters blankets of snow

only for new leaves to awaken new buds to bloom for the circle that is unending to grow once more

there will always be the circle of birth, life and death as there will always be the impediments of destruction by nature’s wrath & beauty

there will always be disease, famine, unwelcome pestilence and epidemics as they seem to impede, dissuade & deter us from moving forward

always there will be the circle of life & everything a part and people will move forward, move past and move through

for when I see the birth of babies, seeds being sown in gardens, fields and when it begins to snow again cottonwood seeds, to be planted where they may, I marvel

at the ever widening circles of life

Image Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Created As Art

A Circle of Life

May 11, 2018May 14, 2018

Not everyone celebrates all of the days, that our present day society has intimated to be profitable in the commercialized world, but most people celebrate mothers. Even those who haven’t any knowledge of a birth mother may still wish to pay homage to a woman who has been a strong influence in their life. My own mother has been gone now ten years but I always try to remember her every day apart from the day it is marked on the calendar. Hope everyone has a woman who has impacted their life such as their own mother or another. There are two photos here taken from Public Domain Images. One is of the ocean and the other of lilacs, two things in the world my mother liked best. I like to add my own touch to make it uniquely mine.

Crystals in Sand

Memories now clear to be revealed
like sparkling sand crystals
showing brilliant in the sun

as ocean tides bring them back
time and time again acting
as a giant hourglass
unblemished
untarnished
as life colors
blemish
to distort

i see only the essence of you
i smell only the balm of you
as the fragrance of roses
lilacs reaching
to touch
the sun

the baking of pies in the oven
buttermilk biscuits warm
the scent of meals cooked
with the spices of love
reaching to touch me
embraced with warmth
nourishing
my heart
my soul

birth is proliferation
whereas love
is a good measure
never tallied
only leavened
ever grown

October 9, 2017

Every New Beginning

To every newborn baby born
to those that overcome
to family diverse and all

for every new sunrise bright
for every moonlit night

the seasons that bring change
mother nature nurturing growth
remains

as seen in fields of flowers
kaleidoscope colors
in seeding fields & in
fields laid fallow

to harvesting and being thankful
for the celebration of life
& living

within each beginning
lies peace
Meta

This is in response to Jamie Dede’s Wednesday Prompt. Read more at https://jamiededes.com/2017/10/04/lchaim-a-poem-and-your-wednesday-writing-prompt. The photo below was taken from Public Domain Pictures and digitally
altered by myself.

New Beginning

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.

September 24, 2016September 2, 2017

Many Colored Patterns

There is always hope peace will come
if not encompassed in the living
most certainly not in the dying
but in increments of moving forward

Making changes interacting with others
knowing that even in differences
we are all connected in commonalities

That loving & laughing in twilight hours
should be brought into the light of day
broaching imagined fears & realizing
that others may have the same fears

That birdsong & music must be heard
over the sound of bullets piercing us
to hear the poets words stitched into lines

That the birth of all natures creatures
the wail of a newborn’s crying demands
is the crescendo beckoning to humanity
to see life as the ultimate gift

That life is not as simple as a color
& more complex than lifestyles lived
that defects & handicaps are beautiful

That the poets stitched lines a stanza
of many patterns woven into many colors
of all life with powerful voices to hear
there is always hope peace will come

Photo Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself

many-colors

There has been yet another mall shooting here in Washington State killing lives that most hold dear. Please see others’ writing for 100TPC that is holding a virtual event today at https://intothebardo.wordpress.com/2016/09/23/100tpc-2016/

November 7, 2015November 7, 2015

SPEAK TO ME OF BIRTHING WATERS

Speak to me of oceans deep
of harbors safely keeping me
safe within rocky shores
crashing waves reaching more
of what I yearn to be and so
speak to me of oceans deep

Speak to me of waterfalls high
emptying into pools that sigh
touching swift my plaintive soul
crying out to search and more
of what I yearn to be and so
speak to me of waterfalls high

Speak to me of birthing waters
releasing life on which I falter
a gift her soul touching on mine
my inkwell ready to pen her lines
her life connects to me and so
speak to me of birthing waters

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