Claiming authorship tarnishes worship,
since sense of separation arises,
so poised in stillness, silence our flagship,
our soul welcomes life’s offered surprises.
The grass is so green,
so very very green,
the trees with the shadows
are glowing.
today is the day,
my very last day,
soon I will be going.
those mountains so high,
so very very high,
the glaciers as they flow
are singing.
today is the day,
my very last day,
soon I will be going.
the Sun and the moon,
night morning and noon,
with the beautiful stars
are shining
today is the day,
my very last day,
soon I will be going.
memories and thoughts,
of love and sweethearts,
the many in my life,
I would be missing,
today is the day,
my very last day,
soon I will be going.
the rights and wrongs,
learnt through prayers and songs,
that many after me
will still be learning,
……
today is the day,
my very last day,
soon I will be going.
I sit enthralled,
on mesh bench,
honeycomb pattern,
close of afternoon,
jaw-dropping stretch ,
cars drift by,
cordial wave,
from otherworldly,
enigmatic stranger,
whose astral path,
I may have crossed,
in urban flyby,
face to face,
amidst sojourn littered,
with ethereal clouds,
glowing chatters,
sunny disposition,
from affable dwellers,
gladsome day experience,
now whither that,
mystery figure
abiding in silence without effort
wherein movement of our thoughts is rested
is the magic causing bliss beats to spurt
by power within us by God vested
My Husband
My Golden Spoon!
When I was swimming in the waters, I saw a boat to swim towards.
I never knew that it would become my lifeline,
though it was just a piece of wood.
It stayed with me, accepting all my thoughts.
The breeze once opened its eyes
and taught me to talk.
— Poor thing, it carried so many droplets of water;
I wonder how much it suffered in the water.
Once upon a day, I fell in love,
and I met the same water again.
I searched for my lifeboat yesterday,
trying to understand what was so special about
this “best piece of wood.”
And my mind finally realized—
it was my “Golden Spoon.”
From childhood
To adulthood
Many things we faced
Before we overcome
Emerging who we are today
Some mistakes
We don't want to repeat
Because it keeps us in the pit.
Mistake repeated
Are lessons forfeited
Mercy after forgiveness
Is not useless
All we practiced
Because we ain't perfect
Rapid growth our goals
Always finding a way to be on top
We don't want to be
A result of our society
Because it comes with insults
Standing out wasn't easy
But we always hold
Tight to our dreams
Steadily believing even when
The odds are against us
That one day we'll triumph.
as long as we wish to attain ~
know we are wearing ego’s chain
broken souls and broken hearts,
the sleepless ones who look at torn stars,
the twinkling lights that blink afar,
city lights blurred with blinding cars,
are all befriended by the dreamless faces,
that look like lost and stolen art;
estranged glances and estranged words,
the sound of silence they've always heard,
fragrances of the night that are so absurd,
keep alive the sleepless ones who are lured,
by the dark and scary midnight,
when the sky bears no birds;
fluttering curtains and fluttering wind chimes,
the blazing noise that seeps in from the outside,
sleepless ones try their best to hide,
but Oh! It's already twilight,
the sun and moon sit beside,
while sleepless ones look at committed crimes;
a new dawn and a new day,
it has unwillingly arrived,
another night with no dreams,
another dark time where past screams,
when the moon hears no cries,
it means the sleepless ones have died.
How near doth Time now stand upon the verge!
Upon our days is fallen Judgment's shade.
One woe grows still, then doth another surge,
And close behind, a third comes undelayed.
Then bitter cold shall strike, and famine loom,
Our hopes shall pass beyond the shrouded bier;
The city that we cherished, once so dear,
By Heaven's will, and war, shall meet its doom.
Believe not, people, that peace shall ever reign,
For Time already gazes into naught;
No end at all thereto shall e'er be brought—
The war returned, forever to remain.
Life’s a lucid dream where we are in trance,
so we reflect on musings created,
in imaginary realms where we dance,
our roles shape shifting, stooped stance sedated,
at times sorrowful, at times elated.
Having not made love and light our mainstay,
our dreams betray that we have lost our way.
Monday was for me a day when I felt blue.
Tuesday was not much better, I would say.
Wednesday meant work for the week was half through.
Thursday saw the weekend coming. Hip hip Hooray.
Friday was when I’d collect my pay.
Saturday more fun – if the cash was not all spent.
Sunday I would go to church and hopefully repent.
Rising, with the mist
Sunrise, how I’ve missed
Brilliant light, so alive
Morning song will survive
Birds fly across the skies
Muffled, breathless sighs
Reasons for warmth of dawn
Erasing shadows from the lawn
Oh, laughing sun, rising bright
Rescuing hearts from the night
It’s Sunday morning, this day
Will surely offer a chance to pray
For the joy, peace and love
That comes to us from God above
Always faithful, like the sun
Showing us that we’ve just begun
To see the wonders of our life
And feel the love healing strife
We’re surely given each new day
To lift our hands, praise and say
God is blessing our souls with grace
No matter how powerful the dark we face
Always, morning comes to reveal
God’s new hope our hearts can’t conceal
He is the Master who created all
Thanks to His gift, His gentle call
We know, this Sunday, as we pray
We’re full of thanks every Lord’s Day!
consciousness records, memory replays ~
whilst vibrance of tranquil heart, fear allays
I sat in the sun and closed my eyes
I heard birds chirping and singing
I heard the soothing flow of my birdbath waterfall
I heard the windchime occasionally ring
Then I opened my eyes
I saw birds all around me
They were diving to the ground
and chasing each other around
I saw patterns from plane paths across blue sky
The American Flag fluttered with leaves on trees in breeze
All these sights and sounds merged to greet me
- and I smiled -
Heidi Sands
9/12/26
(C)opyright
Whitish and woolike
Hanging in the air and clinging to the sky
Flying across the mountains high above our heads
Come in different shapes and sizes, appearances and states
From groups of sheep to clusters of flowers
From overlapping surfs to puffs of smoke
All deceiving your eyes
As a sudden rain will come like fate
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