The winds and breezes
are Earth’s deep breaths
and gusty sighs
her meditation stirs the air and trees,
lifts my consciousness
cools my skin, eases my senses;
and then I’m breathing too.
200521
Time Stands
Time is always standing still;
It’s we who move so abruptly
through life
that we fail to notice how much
time we take for granted
all while we’re trying our hardest
to manipulate it
to our own means.
200521
Swimming
Come here to me
get closer
than you already are;
There’s something about you
that intrigues, fascinates,
draws me in –
And I always wonder
if maybe I happen to be
in way over my head…
But if I am,
then I never want to
come up for air.
200521
Colorblind
Purging myself of all my emotions
seeing my thoughts splayed against
a page
in black and white
reminds me of all the gray areas
my grey matter thinks into
and that life itself isn’t black and white.
Facts and logic and also matters of heart
do intersect and their encounters
birth intuition.
Maybe I do spend too much time
in my own head
but ideas aren’t passive
and are most often conceived from the colors found
in the blazes
of innovation’s dying phoenix.
Life’s gray areas are simply
the colors we’re blind to
until we open our seeing eyes.
200521
Cosmic Wilds
Rat-a-tat-chatting with my inner Divine
wanting to innerstand my perception(s)
of time.
Stories of past lives swirled among my
consciousness –
sudden actualization.
Overstanding Time not as a measurable unit
or concept,
but as a living entity that exists
to record each moment
as they happen to be…
Time doesn’t move;
it is perfectly still.
So that it can catch and cradle
each uniquely crafted occurrence and memory
as they hurtle through the cosmic wilds of multiversed
spacetime.
They are the stories written across our stars.
I felt a great sigh shiver along my snynapses
and She said, “If you don’t stay focused; this world is gonna pass right by you.”
Suddenly, I was back in my bedroom, remembering I only
came in here to refill my favorite lighter.
04121
Questions.
Is it greedy of me
to keep inhaling
until I burn my fingers?
Am I overindulgent
if I break my fast
to share meals with my family?
Should I care too much
if the numbers on
the scale keep creeping and climbing
up and up?
What spirited vines;
Does it matter if there’s a little jiggle now
in my thighs and around my waistline?
Does it make me too selfish
if I
ignore calls and texts
for my own peace of mind –
and is it stealing if I take
a few extra minutes
for solitude, to realign?
Have I done this so very wrong
everything came out right?
And why is it I always question life
when I’m just remembering to live it
while I’m drifting
at night?
Cold Whispers
They all wait
for the warm weather
and the better times
and opportunities to
be “themselves” in public space
and all I can think
is how maybe the cold is
easier;
No one wants to talk
when their heads are down
and their teeth chatter
and their only motivation
is getting to where it’s warm.
Cold is a friend that
whispers often
but never so loud as when everyone else
has nothing to say.
Public Privacy
No such thing as private thoughts,
if they’re written down;
Not many respect privacy anymore,
if at all, if ever…
Your food of thought
is just as easily fodder for attack
Unless
you keep yourself
to yourself.
Careful, now…
nothing’s ever personal
in the nosiness
of general public domain.
Skyrocket Daydreams
Time is simply a rocket
in the unlimited skies
of imagination’s landscape
Potential is
aiming high and soaring higher;
But always be flying.
Genesis Nirvana (Sunrise)
Golds, yellows, reds
oranges, purples and rose;
The fading greys of night, the shifting oceanic blues of dusk –
mellow beams of radiant light
and soft warmth gilding everything/one
in their path.
Glittering jewels in the crown
of the dawn.
Her ascent and coronation
are the day, and
as further it expands,
becoming potential itself,
the sky bursts alive with color, aglow with the Sun’s fires.
All awake
stunned into quiet awe
as sunrise makes her marks
on the unblemished canvas
of a new day’s genesis…
The most precious gift of the day
is the small moment where all is
blissfully calm, and nothing stirs:
a collective stillness
a moment of pure oneness with the Universe
sunrise is a daily infusion of Nirvana
before the plunge into
the perpetual routine busyness
of the mortal world.
