I am so pleased to announce that my poem, beauty doth reside in the heartโฆ is now available at MasticadoresUSA. A big thank you to, Gabriela Marie Milton, and the team at MasticadoresUSA for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.
beauty doth reside in the heartโฆ
I sit atop a tree, taking in the beauty seen, beneath the forest floor, and above the skyline, amber tossed
less remorse(d)
once feltโฆ
I would be honored if youwould go here and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!
in times of great distress, I call to the wind, a friend, and constant companion when times are grim
less known than before, part of the paradoxical nature of love and loss, shown
as part of a life lived
in its myriad fabrics and textures, feeling them with zeal, I reel, and find a home in all thatโs realโฆ
no hiding, now exposed, raw, vulnerable, and ready to let go
of the pain, and sorrow, and simply sit in the magnificence of love in all its shapes, and sizes, bestowedโฆ
I am at the Oregon coast this weekend, and it is beautiful. The above pic and poem were inspired by my time here, which I always treasure. Growing up by the ocean was a gift, and now living relatively close to the ocean once again fills my heart. Wishing you all a beautifully blessed Sunday, and coming week.
I love to stare off into the distance, and witness the birth, and newness of each moment, arising, sometimes disguising, and always, always, mesmerizing
me, while also
moving me from deep within, to another place and time, and rejoining me with all my kin
beyond hope, and fear, a land full of dreams, which comes and goes, as quick as my heart beats thin
slowly dancing to each moments memory, and the scope of our collective hope
transfigured, I realize these moments last an eternity, as the leaves cascade down from their mast
and, I
cast my eyes beyond the horizon, breathe in deep, and thank everyone, and everything around me for the solitude, and joyousness I feel at last
The Moments Prose Published at Spillwords!
I would be honored if you would visit Spillwords and read, and or, reread my poem, The Moments Prose, thank you.
I love to walk, to walk among the trails I find in my mind, they often remind me of the trails I find, when out in the forest entering into a blissful state of love combined.
I always wonder, is there anything more pulchritudinous than mother nature?
I keep walking deep into the unending route, I feel an unspoken warmth from the dark tall trees underneath.
Little I go on ahead bracing breeze kisses my face, as a chilled emotion rushes into my heart.
I stand still and enjoy the trees embrace.
Get to hear soothing sounds, pondering, if the sea is somewhere around.
Ambled with a bit of excitement I walked ahead; admired the waves play, little I came closer, saw the setting sun bidding me goodbye.
As I revel in the landscape, and fiery sky one last time, it occurs to me to rub my eyes, and prepare for a lullaby.
Sung softly and sweetly, by the trees surrounded, as they shift and swing in the breeze, and deep down, I feel something move, and within a smile parts my face as I revel in all thatโs known today.
I am honored to share this collaboration between Soni, of Soniโs thoughts, and myself. Soni also drew the art, which was another of the amazing gifts Soni created for those that placed in the top 8 (of a host of amazingly talented and inspirational writers) of Soniโs Writing Contest. A lovely collaboration, and a wonderfully inspirational friend, is Soni.
Beauty exists in a vacuum of space and time, and is all around us, beckoning us on a heartโs journey toward fulfillment of all thatโs sublime.
Purpose and destiny, bundled up with tender loving care, and sealed with a kiss from all those weโve touched
and shared
moments with, like these.
Just reading or writing a little before we drift off to sleep, and dream dreams of a land so deep and rich, weโve wondered where itโs been while we were out in search of all that bliss.
Right here, right now, present to humanity within, and all those family, friends and kin.
Have you ever lost a love so close, itโs left you spinning, and in need of a heart to slow?
Itโs as if you tucked this love away in a blanket, nestled it with care and kindness, and, when you went back to collect your oldness, you found the blanket empty, and all that remained was coldness.
You then wrap yourself in the blanket that once contained the love of closeness, and you feel the warmth of every breath, tear, and smile, that played away when you last called upon that loves controldness.
And, as a tear falls from the sky, you realize, that the love so close, was only ever meant to be yours for the momentโs prose.