Friday, April 24, 2015

Poem: Belonging - Twenty Three of 30 #NaPoWriMo



Look skyward, friend
Let the soul that is you
Float free upon the breeze

Become one with the sky
With the Spirit that Is
All That Is; let it be blue
Or alabaster, floating mist,
Tears unshed for Souls
Not yet departed, clouds
Precipitating dreams, or
Simply sky, atmosphere
Beyond borders, fences
Useless, for where souls
Soar, none are uninvited


(c) 23 April 2015

Thursday, April 23, 2015

Poem: Earthday Twenty-Two of 30 #NaPoWriMo

Bird flits to ground, industriously foraging
For bits of thread and broken branches
Anything to fill the holes, to make a home

In this seemingly inhospitable place
Yet the arms of this ancient cactus hold
The nests of a dozen years, protecting
The offspring of a dozen doves, nay,
A dozen more, for even as this one flits about
Others sit atop eggs laid a day ago, a
Week ago; this succulent apartment plays
Host to many, warding off threats of
Neighbor cats; no feline dare climb its
Thorny heights, nor canine follow
Each year a new branch, each spring
New blossoms; this habitat a natural
Barrier to winds and unwelcome sounds
Of human life - this weathered wall
A fence that makes good neighbors
The bird flits back, one last bit
Before she settles in, her world
Her own creation

Poem & Photo (c) 22 April 2015



Poem: Pain - Twenty-One of 30 #NaPoWriMo


In the midst of pain,
We find a dark connection;
This too has meaning


Poem & Photo (c) 21 April 2015
Dedicated to my friends who deal with chronic pain.


Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Poem: Trees - Twenty of 30 #NaPoWriMo


Trees

To what heights might we climb

What dreams might we attain
If we but realize the Truth
We seek, yet when we find, reject
We climb, but when we reach, slip
Teachers go before us, show the Way
Though they walked ascetic, ask only
That we live and love and give
Yet here we stand, looking up, and
They who once walked barefoot
Stand upon pedestals built by those
To whom they handed branches -
Palm or bodhi; fig or mustard
We take, be it wine or bread
Or bowl of rice, and still
We do not understand

(c) 20 April 2015

Poem: Bee - Nineteen of 30 #NaPoWriMo

Sunday afternoon
This little bee buzzing near
I relish the day


(c) 19 April 2015


Poem: Flicker - Eighteen of 30 #NaPoWriMo

Watch the flickering candle
Notice the empty space
Betwixt wick and flame

The space where God
Whispers secrets
We cannot hear, Words
That speak only to our hearts
God is neither wick nor flame
But is the Heat that melts
All who seek the Light
Do you think you know yourself?
In the heat of the Living Light
True colors are revealed,
Inevitable rainbows, for none
Can remain the same, untouched
Once the Light has caste
Its Glorious Light of Love
And whispered Truth
From within the space
Betwixt wick and flame


(c) 18 April 2015


Poem: Egg - Seventeen of 30 #NaPoWriMo

Fallen from above
Winged creature not yet born
Angels care for you

(c) 17 April 2015