Posted in life, Poetry

Cold Whispers

They all wait

for the warm weather

and the better times

and opportunities to

be “themselves” in public space

and all ย 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.

Posted in life, Poetry

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.

Posted in Poetry, Random

Purple

I’ve always felt

my favorite color is purple.

And maybe it truly is;

But, still…

When I look around my life –

in my wardrobe, at my environment and surroundings,

my adornments and accessories…

I see more greens and aquas,

grays and blues

and random other pieces

of Earth’s rainbow.

Not as much purple

as there maybe should be

if it is indeed my favorite color.

Or, maybe it’s just that

my subconscious tastes

aren’t very biased

and I like being surrounded by

various shades and colors;

Yet the one that most soothes my senses,

resonates within my consciousness,

captivates my awareness,

is purple

and all its endless hues.