sky painted colors
of nature, they mix, mingle,
and dance together
Haiku #21
Tag Archives: Love
Adjoining Hands
I’ve been thinking
and reflecting
more upon childhood.
Those days, rich with innocence
and all that bliss.
Who’d a thunk
we’d be wandering and wondering
about those days
so much later,
as if time was encapsulated
in a tiny mirror, and we,
now looking back,
are trying to figure out
all that we missed.
During those days of
never ending joy, which
are quite often
remembered
With thoughts full of love,
which we can and do employ
as needed,
especially when it’s
just rightly seeded.
We reminisce.
And yet as we look into
that tiny mirror,
what we see is a mere reflection
of the love that’s
always been within.
Never wavering for a second,
that child’s love for the life lived,
is greater than any other
transient figure.
Love was there then,
is here now, and
will always be around.
Then?
When times are tough,
pull out that tiny mirror,
and gaze into
what you know is already there.
For they are still within you,
my dear friend,
and are simply awaiting
your adjoining hand.
Harmony
You, me,
these three,
and all that’s in the sea,
the air, and the land, both
underneath, and all that’s seen.
Connected through unseen
in-betweens,
spread out like a
maze of infinitely translucent
fibers of being, oh, so fearlessly.
And, yes, we may call This
harmony, if you please.
In response to Friday Fun – harmony from aroused, by CalmKate.
Haiku #20
stars twinkle off the
horizon, while shadows dance
illumination
Remembering The Mirrored Child Within: Amber and Jeff (3)
Godly pure clay they came,
shaped then crafted
by environmental ruptures,
connected to Spirit,
adjacent to our home world,
this molded fabric weaves,
through the veil of amnesia.
Cloaked
in a brocade of vibrant colors
and images
of another place and paradigm,
as we left that ruptured line
and connection for a time.
Mirroring parental behaviour,
in the earthly realm,
observative as they are,
education brings the moment we see
children as innately wise and capable beings;
only then can we play along in their world.
Fitting into God’s plan,
to be of service to the divine.
Our invitation?
Shine a light
on all that you find within,
which came prior
to the social necessities laid bare
before you. Reconnection with Truth
is one of the greatest gifts
we can deliver to ourselves, and
all the rest of the fauna
and flora we find
everywhere.
Breaking the chains of illusion
necessitate the
familiarization with the Atman,
residing within the chambers
of the heart.
Seeded offspring from the
universal intelligence,
when you utter, leave an impression
on the young,
allowing them to embody
and fully love
who they have become.
To see the magical in the all
and be the teachers of the old by
remembering what you already know,
which lives within, and is free and clear.
Another lovely collaboration between Amber of DiosRaw and myself. We hope you enjoyed it as much as we did writing it!
Elfje #6
Pink
The flower
Speaks to me
Words unexchanged in silence
Beauty
Now
release
from within you
the myriad trials,
and tribulations of
the past, instead
be here
now
Haiku #19
Home
set against a backdrop
of colors plethora
a house of light
rises from the sea, and
guides them all home
In response to the WDYS #79 prompt from Keep it Alive, by Sadje.
Music
The music fills me with such
love and beauty, it’s like free-falling
with all the best intentions, just now,
while the world shepherds a course
of direction, and I feel that deep connection.
I sit and let the music fill me, every nook and
cranny of my soul becomes engulfed in the
sound and feeling of all that’s there. Oh, such
devotion and care.
Care for ourselves is such an important
part of our journey. Sometimes we feel lost,
and unsure, even uncomfortable in our own skin,
even when we are with our kin. It’s not a demerit,
we all feel this way at times, so let your heart inherit.
The joy you feel within, as you take in the piano
paying a melody you swear was written for you, and
you grin.
The smile filling the room with joy and love,
it’s enough to absolve the remainder of the lost
souls, in which you do connect, as you see yourself
in their midst, and have lived through the tests, just
as they are now presently, giving their best.
Best is what we each carry, give out, and try
not to tarry. No, give all that you have, my friend,
and, when it’s time, let the music fill you and
begin the dance again.
Develop. Inspire. Transform. 