This soulful hour comes after dusk
when failing sun breaks through
the pillars of trees... I roam alone
maybe to find rest on a hilly granite,
sit around and there, let my body
embrace light pouring down
into the woods, nourished by
all shades and colors of things.
Hearing my own silence
with a hint of windsong,
should i wonder if peace
be near? ...perhaps:
Like so, the higher self climbs
through the trellis of breeze,
arriving in a funnel of light like a ray
to gaze at, touch a god-like image...
Enthralled by an unknown pour
of surrender , I gently wander
through a holy city inside myself.
.
thuh cloak
'round mine
az my hunts
it's thick burly green
conceal'n theze
bulge'n
desperate
eyne
drool'n
mine
glister'n eye-teeth
drip
drip
mine tongue'z
drip
beg
he sits
stares
blanks
into
space
of lost
airs
and heirs
.
i recall thuh bubblez
from mine think's spew
yesss
in her womb
i hear’d momma say
“It’s kicking”
‘twere thuh burst
uv
bubblez though
from mine first
haiku
this stained-glass sky was created by a master painter
dominated by azures, purples, lavenders, fuchsia, plums
toward the bottom of the sky was a bit of dull yellow
a sliver of green also reflected in the pond
tall skinny black shrub trees surrounded this magnificence
I began designing my stained-glass cathedral window
knowing I could never do this scene the justice it deserved
Woodland to saunter
Braced up across hilltops,
Tendrils of leaves curl like locks
Fresh the mist sprinkling my face.
An airspray of radiant mist
Flows on her grasses evergreen
Till birdland stirs and whistles..
Joy in her field's embrace.
Velvet lays on ground
My dream-like eyes twinkle,
While blooms come dancing
A raucous merry-go-around;
The light tap on the skin,
Curious heart so ravenous
Through every magical whim.
Somewhere to surrender,
Melting down my cheeks
Upon the forest floor
The nature of my inner beast
Drips from thrill of wonder
From rare absence of reason,
A moment where innocence drifts
In wilderness ' arms blessing seasons,
The childlike creature in me
Soars into ladders of bliss!
Like a time bomb ready to explode
What be a man except what is washed away
Like a wave beats the ocean sands
Change of time can change whole man
Soul in search of itself what does it see
Despair of a journey that makes his strength
Or the demise of life he finds his grave
It is of the heart beats our breath
Spiritual being like all species with purpose
What is beauty that love does not exist
What is a man if not themselves thrive to be
Is one not dead in their depths darkness appears
Battle of good vs evil which you choose
Lost in misty fog, what light be your inspiration
Belief to his existence finds trouble trails
But he gives not up his strive to breathe
Reaching in, ticking man; just a second of a gasp
Awakening, sea of stars filled with dreams
Light on the waters beneath moonlight beam
Heavens open door shinning light from within
Ti cerco, watching behind dark eyes sleeping
Jesus keep me near the cross my cries
I'm just a man whose time is ticking away
When lilly kisses rose
and lilly I did know
and trees I thought
grew very deep
and lived
within the forest.
And green
the hay is sweet
and brown
dry moss cries
why.
And lillies white
remind the sky
blue cotton
clouds they swirl.
There grew the two.
so dear
most thought.
Short breath
two centered
scents.
And how
before
them both
I stood
once near
their hearts
too far.
And when
I know
how
roses grow
and pressed
so hard
was I.
And cups
of milk
I loaned to
them
cinnamon
and spice.
Sugar sweets
they made
from them
and
now to know
both why.
While
lilly bridged
sweet roses
bank as
water rushes
by.
deserted now
the house of her youth
hiding places
for spiders
.
stood hern stark
did
for mine
click click click
long term
see
whilst
crouch'd i were
for thuh
"lift that
spread them
lay back"
lenz'
teaze
.
not all uv thuh world
need know
though
all in it who adore beauty
for them
i must
show
'tiz
half thuh walnut shell
shellz
top thuh
cupcake's mound
moundz
thuh rain
her
soak'd sheer
tee
mine
20/20
see
tap
the clock strikes dusk
the sun fades away
a thousand golden lights blinks
to set the scene on fire
crowds carouse
for the merry-go-round
that bright crown of the carnival night
under that picturesque parasol
children clamber up the golden saddles
atop alabaster rides
galloping through infinity
then drums snare with cymbals
while clarinets and woodwinds shriek
in jubilant symphony
laughter jingle
as the circle twirls
and the colourful world dissolve
to a colourless blur
" As I inhale the air with the gentle pressure my lungs could create
When the path to my inner self it trace
When I stay still, standing
Staring at the leaves clapping themselves to the wind
Mesmerizing me,
Rustling it's way towards me, setting me ready for a emotional voyage
Halting its feet, With amazement this ticking crocodile observes me
With it's feet as still as I stand,
A pressure I feel on my fur
Which causes me to diminish into ashes
I prefer to be freezed,
Freeze for eternity.
By this mere encounter my essence appears to be seized,
I feel every bit of me, wanting to tear each bit of this host
To my surprise, this ticking crocodile still observing me by the eyes I can't find
Not getting bothered, I try to fly
Perhaps on sentiments I am high.
As it came, the eternal peace vanishes
Here, I stand wondering about the significance of this encounter I had.
Ironically, it is quite insignificant.
Waking me up,
Then again struggling to go along or
Perhaps fleeing from the grasp of this ticking monster."
Red dawn spreads above the range of hillocks.
A soft breeze scatters the dandelion seeds around.
A soft zephyr, clean and furry, flows like a hymn,
I feel elated, happy to be far from the city’s dust.
The meadow hums, a mild cacophony of sounds.
Bees hover over wild flowers that grow profusely
Beneath the two rows of rough stone walls.
As the sun rays rise up, and petals glow in such a grace.
Larks fly copiously here and there, sometimes resting
On a dark mulberry tree, so full of black berries
A delight for the birds that love the sweet fruit.
A delight for me since I too love the sweet mulberries.
So I sit down on a smooth stone, back to the wall.
I close my eyes just happy to hear nature’s song
No other being will disturb my profound meditation.
All around the meadow, silence reigns in peace.
departing daylight
mauve rose golden symphony
Maestro conductor
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