Turbulent seas crash upon the shore
oceans wailing while sweeping
footprints from the sand
from the sand
footprints of those made
by hearts no longer beating
When did the beauty vanish
behind shuttered lives in darkness
while voices scream on distant shores
surrounded now by "silence"
Howling winds blow keening trees
trembling leafs cry tears of pantone
buried beneath a blanket of needles
covering the earth a resting place
for hearts abandoned alone
When did the beauty vanish
behind shuttered lives in darkness
while voices scream on distant shores
surrounded now by "silence"
© Renee Espriu
Photo is my own.
Welcome to all of my visitors who have kept
coming throughout my extended absence here.
I am posting a writing today that is as
inspired as it is somber. I was in my last
year of high school when the Vietnam war
raged on to take lives of well over a million.
The music during that time reached some of
those who would rally against such times
as these and to this day this music stays
with me. History will always repeat itself
and times will change but war and the path
of destruction and death will continue to
be that which is made by greed and power.
I won't explain here as I am certain there
are many who will understand of what I
write.
Two musicians and lyricists continue to
inspire and their music will continue to
be relevant within our history.
They are Pete Seeger whose music is "Where Have
All The Flowers Gone" and Simon and Garfunkel
whose music is "The Sound of Silence". Both
are powerful in the message they send.
I hear their music always and feel it within
my heart pleading people to not only 'hear'
but to 'listen' and to be those who not only 'talk'
but those who speak', to not be oblivious to what
is happening in our world, to not live in
darkness or in silence. Be mindful of all
those who have given their lives and those
lives which have been taken.
Be mindful and learn from those mistakes
made and the world will once again see
and remember all that has come before.
Turtle Rainstick
The tall piece of bamboo sets in the corner
as though keeping the walls from colliding
with the aboriginal turtle in mustard yellow hues
keeping a silent vigil, a respite, as the rain
signals a force of nature outside my window
I am reminded that I am a creature of water
my molecular being silent within a human shell
the wonder of a million droplets from a cloud
forming a single raindrop is mind boggling
as they gather in rhythmic action
creating puddles, streams, rivers, waterfalls
cascading exponentially into vast oceans
a home for other water beings living
within a life-giving force
and I listen in amazement at the symphony
that brings life to the earth I live on
where brilliant colors of flowers bloom
in gardens tended and meadows flourish
on mountains
replete with nature’s abundance of creatures
beasts walking the land and flocks of birds
taking flight tenured with bird song
am I not enraptured to know my heart
still beats within its fluidic capsule embrace
of the water that holds me ensconced
in safe keeping
that when the rain thus ceases its’ melodic sounds
the bamboo stick awaits but my touch
yearning to recreate rain’s wondrous music
the timeless aboriginal turtle
warm beneath my hand
© May 2019 Renee Espriu
Background Bamboo Photo Taken From Public Domain Pictures & Overlain With My Take On Aboriginal Turtle Art
***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
© October 2016 Renee Espriu
Image Taken From Morgue File & Digitized by Myself
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.
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