humanity is like a dream, closing
in on me, feeling
cloaked
and
drowning on the tide, consciousness
fleeing with the setting
sun, and
the
beams
of falling love
raining mauve patterns
across my
mind
delivering reassurance of a kind, as
the sand in between my toes
reminds
me
of
a doe, as it flits across the field,
wandering into nature’s
scape
of a love, made real…
Photo by 12019, Pixabay
the red brick wall
is covered in stories, holding the heat of 1000 nations,
imbibed with something
extraordinarily
stationed…as
we bear witness to a
façade that cracks,
and crumbles,
as each piece
of story
falls,
and
tumbles…
picked up by passersby, as they journey behind time,
washing themselves in the riddle of
human
kind
leaving their fingerprints upon the surface, adding
their stories to the
collectivity
it is
their
purpose
molding their hearts together, while adding one more
story
to love’s, ever-burning, furnace…
Photo by uvlik05, Pixabay
a candlelight vigil, dispelling the darkness, in times
crucial, heart and hearth roam free, as we
settle into the
nature of
our
persistence, understanding more, let compassion soar
into the unknown, as we prepare for
another year
bestowed
we know not
what
comes,
yet faith can
guide us from
the shadows,
and into
the
glory of each moment, taking the time to smell
the flowers, and feel the breeze caress
our hearts gently
as we unleash the power of love from the tips
of our fingers, to the tops of
every tower, for
it is in
this
insistence,
we carry love forward
to assist,
in our collective existence….
In response to the WDYS #114 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Wishing you all a very Happy New Year!
Image credit; Being. the. traveler@ Pexels
a cabin retreat, along a placid lake, tucked in-
between the mountain pass,
a valley covered
in shadows
and
amid the sky, entranced…
mirror images, advance, wanting to be one,
breathing into the same intelligence,
not seen, only ever
present
to
the sheen, and magnificence of this moment,
taking in the splendor we’re
afforded
we allow our hearts to open, as love is displayed
so generously to everyone,
awarded…
In response to the WDYS#109 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Image credit; Pixabay (free images)
I’m covered in a blanket of darkness
as the wind caresses my skin,
and opens me up again
wide, as the sky is deep, I pause
and breathe all of life in…
closing my eyes, I try to remember
why
and where we last met, as love arises
within
towards
the thinness, atmospheric tension, begins…
a tranquility, and calmness beneath the sea, stirs,
and a tremble in the earth shakes
the reverie combined,
mirth
set aside for the dawn,
as love blossoms over the sun…
Portions of this poem may have been inspired by love warmly from aroused, by calmkate. If you’ve not read Kate’s poem, check it out when you have a moment, it is lovely.
Photo by MilanLA, Pixabay
I dream of roots, strangling me, veins
reaching out, from beyond the grave,
torturing me in this wild place…
as dreams move into another phase,
something
bursts from the ground, no sound,
or other people around,
a beautiful shoot, out, sprouts,
beginning its journey
into the unknown, already unbound…
Photo by Pixabay
I climb
from the sea, a
journey from underneath,
scraping, and crawling
toward my destiny,
I mind
the feelings
from the deep, as
they speak of love,
light, and the twisted return
of all that burns
me
from
beneath…as
spinning becomes relatable,
just like the tree tops
swaying in the winds dismay,
as they play together
in the midst
of all that’s lovingly displayed
for you and me,
on this most gorgeous day…
a dream,
mind conjures, as
intuition blossoms, and
reflects upon
conditioned aspects
of time borrowed…
harsh
as they seem
we grew through
the pain and agony…
trials and tribulations
abound, as we recount
each moment, and, at times, drown
in the feelings
swallowing us whole,
like a magical black hole….
spinning vortex,
light withdrawn,
senses expand, reaching
out for a hand
to hold onto at last…
breathing in life’s energy,
we wrestle with time,
and the nature
of the agonies
written upon
the sands
of our collective destinies…as
light shows back up,
speaking in the language
of love lost, pain healed, and
compassion given out, to all those that shout,
curse at the skies, and wonder why…
as deep inside,
we recognize our face
in the collection of pictures
we see in the mirror
of our humanity,
as we (re)adjust within
and get ready to again begin…
It’s been a couple weeks since I’ve posted a diary entry, and in the past four weeks, there have been some developments with the garden and to my site, which I am excited to relate; and, I also have a question for you about WordPress. More on that in a moment.
First, let’s take a look at some writing reflections.
I’ve published several poems in the past four weeks, many of them taking love as their central theme or concept.
The poem, shaded in love, we agree, was a reflection upon my time living in the desert. I’ve been fortunate to live in several types of geographies, and the desert is among them, and holds a special place in my heart.
Sometimes people conflate the desert with barrenness, and the poem was an ode, if you will, to the splendor of the desert landscape, which I miss. There is something magical about being in the desert, especially at sunrise and sunset. The beauty is magnificent.
The poem, just like a star spangled night, was part of a much larger reflection about living life with an open heart. As I’ve written about in many posts and poems, living life with an open heart today is a blessing, and I am grateful to many people, especially, my life coach and teacher, for showing me a different way to understand the world, and our place in it.
It’s taken a lot of internal work, and, yet, what I understand today, is that all of my life happened just as it was supposed to. Exactly as it was supposed to; and, I am blessed with many different levels of understanding today because of all of the paths I’ve traveled. They were all needed, and are all important.
Well, it’s also been a while since I’ve updated you on the garden, which is continuing to produce, and has been so much fun.
Here is a pic of some tomatoes I pulled last week.
Coming soon, broccolini, one of my favs!
Over the past two months, I’ve had several regular readers send me messages that my posts are not showing up in their WP Reader. I actually emailed WP about this issue, and have yet to hear back.
The only workaround I know for this type of issue, which I’ve used before, is to unfollow the blog, and then refollow, which got me thinking.
Might any of you know of other workarounds to mitigate this issue? If so, I would love to read about them in the comments section, or, if you prefer, you can email me, thank you!
Earlier this year, I created a goal to make some changes to the site; and, I’ve finally made some of those changes.
I wanted to mention the changes here, in the event you notice anything that is not working well, or you have any suggestions, which may improve your experience. If so, please do let me know, thank you.
The week-beginning message I scheduled to go out to the team last week, was about gratitude; and the deep gratitude I have for everyone in my life.
My life has been, and is, blessed with connections to amazing people; and, today I am connected to many, many, more amazing people.
I think it is important to pause each day, and reflect upon the impact we make with our lives, and about the connections we have. They are so important.
In fact, I believe that human connection is one of the most important aspects of being alive. Experiencing aliveness is, for me, about being deeply connected to yourself, and then to those that you choose to surround yourself with every day.
Therefore, on this beautiful Sunday afternoon, I am feeling deep gratitude for everyone in my life; my family, my friends, the team I work with, the community I live in, and, each and every one of you. Very grateful.
Thank you for being just as you are, and for being there, and supporting my work. It means the world to me.
Have a beautifully blessed week everyone.
weeds feed
my dreams, in a
cavalcade of screams,
while the
majesty in-between, is
just as it seems
rocking back,
and forth
on the porch,
sitting, and
staring at the dead, it dreams
like another reality
altogether, as
birds fly back,
and forth, mirroring
my actions,
without
the necessary transcendence
of being…
felt, not felt,
smothering
like a fleece blanket
on top of
the history
we’ve shared together
recalled,
less enthralled,
I walk towards you
with love in my
heart, stopped,
attracted, less
retracted,
without a stare,
only ever a deeply felt care,
we’ll always share
Develop. Inspire. Transform. 