Dark has its place …
There will be …
There is hunger in the unknown,
in which always, is found-
Anxious birds stir and twist, able feet clutching to small twigs-
We do not have innate means to survive under her sky.
You do not know the what will be.
She lifts the Hope within my heart-
Nothing is still …
There had been a decision of-
What would stay and what would go.
There are times we found ourselves- waiting for the train …
It is the rhythm of life that connects us- Separates us and sends us to those places of reflection … Causes pause in all that we are and do- Ultimately drives us to take action and move forward … In the best way that supports one’s life and those lives around us- It is the […]
Something I felt I could not do on my own-
He gave me this gift-
Nothing is impossible-
we climbed the moon and stopped near the top.
We live within the boundaries of a mortality.
Her birthday this day, March 3, 1906 .. We loved toast and coffee.
in all our years-
and there are many of them-
This is my hope …
I feel her presence in the air, on the land, in her home.
… where we live and do …
Our mother held us for a day
what am i suppose to do-
Most birds do not fly, because of risks I’m told …
The tropical fish were very colorful and for the most part, interested only in their daily life, foraging for food and swimming around doing what fish do.
The subtropical sunrise nowadays is a bit later here …
I do not recall if I thought of the imminent arrival of night.
I just played the day as if there would be forever light.
Abundance is not only the large quantity of something, but the presence of something we need in that moment.
There is a quiet amidst as birds sleep in …
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet …
… we have only been here for one second …
An intimate connection dives deeper than physical needs of one another …
i love to hear the song of feathered friends become excited from the hints of lights and begins.
to happen a chance
There are so many things which call to me.
The birds had been awake for some time now, chirping and fussing of this and that.
Our attempt to live fully with another.
Myself completely drenched in salt and ice, found her waiting-
“It’s too bad. Such is life.” …
There is great harmony in this relationship …
You are in an open …
What is our soul doing in those early moments of day?
Reach for them-
he carries Her to his favorite place-
We try to make it on our own, away from a home we once had …
A love so free is all each of desires; To be accepted as we are, to be needed, to be loved.
the winds of time are many- the thoughts and dreams of one life- a soft breeze-
… realizing i am here, for only a while.
Oh what a wonderful day-
I ponder how will any of us be able to save the day?
He must have used it, often and with ease, opening a letter or two. I like to think he did.
Maui … it’s like a botanist’s dream ….
You alone, found me a home,
a place to rest…
There is the hope, the when, the longing to be and do and to find.
Each day anew with challenges more than a few.
I’ve not noticed the lack of rain for some days now,
here in Haiku.
What serves those who sit and pout?
During a renovation; however, I saw things …
… I could not wait till it was time for recess.
Perhaps to make it last beyond me …
nothing is permanent … not even rocks-
embeds them in the canvas of your life
I hope that one day we will come together again-
Your stillness mattered most, amidst the threat of driving rain.
Everything is as it seems.
“It was an uncertain spring.” is the first sentence from Virginia Woolf’s last novel, “The Years”. It is actually so, an uncertain spring for many of us. Even with, the promise of warmer days and comfortable nights, there is the chance, seeds will not rise from their rest. We can only hope, and with our motion, commotion […]
If not for Rain … She is not ours to keep. She wakes us from our sleep. She breathes a life on Her own terms. … enlists the help of many worms. She lives life in Her own way. She rests in the still of the night. She turns our dark into day. She does […]
Once you have traveled with ghosts, you come to realize that each of our stories connect us in ways beyond our separateness. This story is but one of many that surround us, consume us, and enlighten us each day and every day. The eBook is available and the “paperback novel, the kind the drugstore sells” […]
When I wake up in the morning I am awake. There is the kitchen. A selection of nine coffee cups wait patiently to be the one. I find fresh water flowing from a shiny reflective pipe and pour it into a shiny reflective pot. There is a container of liquid taken from the earth, brought […]
The layers have worn away, leaving little or no trace at all, of how they were connected. I realize something existed and must still, but ice or snow or air … warm or cool, buffers even the thought of a connection to those things that I felt were real and sound and always to be- […]
in nows, breathing in, breathing out, holding- close step one, closer step two, arms opening- each us, our own space, opened, vulnerable- slowly, firmly, affectionately, breasts touching- limbs seek and find, eyes closed … hearts open, bodies embracing- sweet and lush, air in and out, life in- still, still, still, hold, hold, holding- ba ba, […]
There is a Thread, frayed a bit, yet very soft and strong and true- Tis looped and laced deep within and running through all I do- the end of which is longing for you. ❤
I love that you took the time to visit …
Some say time does not stand still- It moves as we, on and forward, up and down, left and right- And through all of this, we sleep and wake, we live and find joy, and hope and love, and believe that, perhaps it could, if only for a day, if only for a moment- And […]
I have known many people during my stay. Within me lives a quiet, kind and gentle Soul. She does not speak outwardly that often, but She does, constantly, daily and every minute and second of my life, speak quietly to me. I love Her. My body and mind have played the games of life, of […]
The soil does not question the desires of the roots, but allows them to grow. She holds water and food for the growing plant, and does not ask for anything in return. The roots embrace her slowly, strongly and lovingly- And then- The plant blossoms and gives the beauty of their collaboration to us all- […]
knows not why She falls from the sky, knows not why the once light turns to night, knows not why the fun is all done, only to huddle and cuddle what’s left near and dear- however and always upon Her return, rejoices in song and thoughts of a sky as night becomes light and does […]
Stepping onto the forest floor, we know not the others’ thought, the events of the others’ day nor the plights each or both may have fought. As notes of music stir and rise, embracing each others’ lives we connect our soft hands, capable of moving lands- As our trunks become one, our shoulders strong, our […]
Silently the seed sits below the earth in darkness, wet and alone- As days of sun warm the earth and seed, soon- Stirs and wakes, changing completely from once to new. As first breaths are taken and water sipped, the sun ebbs the precious life into full bloom. In those moments when all that matters […]
there is a Little Light in our kitchen, and She does not light during the day, when most are away, but only at night, when we all do lay. as evening approaches, he arrives to find, the Little Light’s switch, to be tickled and clicked. the Little Light says hello. She quietly beams Her soft […]
As I long as I recall, I have enjoyed the morning hours, from first light, to first sight, as my sleep recedes into the night- Within these moments, be not I that finds my way to the day, but the one, beneath my skin, deep below my breast, hidden so well within- She speaks with […]
Waves of life ebb and flow, whilst the shores of humanity, sift and stir- Perhaps familiar sands, caress our soul, lest and when we would heed to go- Above all hence to heed, to love one was all we know, to love all was all we need, whilst the waves of our life ebb … […]
is there no end to our desires for those things our mind conspires- while we work and toil and whittle toward goals both grandiose and little? we learn new ways to discover and comfort in those moments, we recover- and as we continue with the fun, there will be setbacks and times of figure until […]
So I’m thinking is grass a weed? It can certainly be trimmed quite nicely indeed, to be all straight and true, where fields reflect its lights of greens and sometimes blue. So I ask and find- “A weed is any plant that isn’t in its place.” Well this is harsh and odd. When allowed, the […]
There is a hollow room I know. It was not always there. It used to hold volumes for the ones I love. The tables and shelves were full and brimming with caring, kindness, service, commitment and love. Life started out so fresh and new and there was no worry of why or when or with […]
Sometimes your up and sometimes your down-
you are now- made of love from two, you. they hold you close- you are loved and grow to see. you find your do and enjoy your be. you find your love and one is made of love from two. you hold them close- they are loved and grow to see. they find their do […]
the sunrise teased my mind as I slumbered under perfume scented sheets. a window, curtains aside, allowed the limbs of pines to peer in and question me and ask of why and who and how and for- the smallest of needles on their bows, held motionless by the perfect throws, no wind or rain, no […]
As is the Sun, each of us are One. As with the Sun, we touch many lives, in loving ways. And as we live, we hope for One, for a time, or even days.
To live simply is to root and nourish our life as plants do thrive on gifts of seed, soil, sun, water and rest. Yet, sometimes, it is the mind’s desire that spoils beyond the needs of self. Still, in time, it is the soul that longs for harmony in her journey. And yes, it is […]
In the dark of the night, there is no sign your sun will return, only the murmurs of distant stars that proclaim, perhaps she will-
in times where sense of circumstance true, i did not think of what to do. now when much has spun off round, i find my days less profound. how to find my way? was there one, even then day? or was illusion course of pay? i do not- i wish were so- to somehow know. […]
within the thought of a flower’s desire- to put forth even a single petal for us to see- is more than enough- to bring joy- to our moments.
Within every storm, a Rainbow is born.
i miss your smile- in the light of day. i miss your voice- while i’m away. i miss your warmth- when we embrace. but most of all- i miss Your Touch- tis the end our stay.
when all once was, is not there- when work and play blend to none- when children fade into where- when wind and sail fall to done- when rain falls yet I am dry- when minds life is all but mater- when home is far from eye- You are my Water.
He studies her morning glow- She lights the way- He watches the horizon flow- She gives him day- He loves her by his side- Together they will travel- To places far and wide- A mystery to unravel- To where they will decide- They sail-
the Art of Dance is not sexual, although it looks very much so. it is something more actually. in those moments of song and embrace, the mind appears to be in control, yet there is something we will never see- the hearts’ open a door- and that which is within, feels the physical world, for […]
Nirvana is found- In the simplest of forms- In the Joys of your Moments-
An Island rises from the ocean to for- An Island holds hope for ships at sea- An Island helps them one again to nor- An Island holds till yea would to bee-
Each with Roots as are we- Each with Needs as are thee- Each with Hopes to our free- Each with Loves is the tree-