a reality check
vibrancy
dig deeper
for peace
abundant
sweet
checkmate
amongst the cosmos
a higher bliss
you and me
this
moonlight
a subtle hum
and warm breezes
old music
and even older poems
poetry
his art
my freedom
our salvaged dreams
forming memories
they are all lost at sea
this is bliss (well.. at least.. to me..)
interconnectedness
Aridisol
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Human emotion
the exploration of
a
the underlain
topsoils of
clayey deposits
a camera merley captures it's sight
loamy the interconnectedness
beneath our feet
perfection in human sight
the depths of the alluvial outwash
pretty in every measure
quarts agate and gems
the treasures of a cobbled assortment
the perfections I marveled at the
crown jewel of the bunch
meditating on the dirt beneath our feet
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Uhm, uh, ooh, auh, ooh
and Mmmmm,auh,ooh!
her sandles were full of clay and sand
she sat to enjoy agave edible flowers and stalks
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I hear the whispers of forests,
Divine network mycorrhizal,
A vast ecosystem exists,
Which is the answer and the call:
We’re deeply rooted, one and all.
Before language, we had the trees,
Our great-grandfathers holding time,
We heard their wisdom on the breeze,
Messages sent in root and rhyme,
When we knew connections sublime.
thoughts accompanied by whispering words of love
I turned my head to find her
beautiful face pressing against her pillow
it made me wish she was woke.
as I turned to sleep she reached out and hugged me.
Moring found us tired and wanting to sleep
as we had been woke all night From the night
the serenade to mornings.aubade, she remained
in her perfect beauty . Pachycephala tenebrosa the
birds of morning sung perfect creating the most
romantic sound.Chiffchaff, Wren,House Sparrows
and Song Thrust
were ' l'aube du matin chorus or : the "chorus of the Dawn
" we sat and watch nature bring us together.
'A picturesque scene, the deepest connection to
romance". The orange juice tasted a little sweeter, and the coffee was
a great deal bolder. The omelets and toast
got right where they needed to be. And that day I became more aware
of how nature and love appreciation connect.
And how the beauty of nature and interconnectedness of love
are gifts to lovers. It's heard in the sounds and songs
and felt in the love we have and share.
The interconnectedness
of our two lives is astounding.
We are both high and low tide,
and as meant to be
as wings on a sea gull.
Our need for one another
is as great as an oyster-gray sea
being absorbed by a thirsty shore.
As the pearl requires the shell to protect its luster,
our essences live inside each other.
Within us there lives a coastal garden
where respect and trust
nourish and let flowers
blossom in adoration,
passion, and fulfillment.
More than lovers, husband or wife,
we are conjoined hearts,
twin souls who are destined to share
heartbeat with heartbeat while we walk
the sands of time as one spirit.
Together we are moonlight on silver water,
ecru tidal pools warmed by a mid-day sun,
the ambers and corals of a sunrise,
and warm winds moving pink clouds
across pale azure skies at sunset.
As we live our forever lives together,
breathing in what the other exhales,
may we hold fast to the awareness
of these grand universal pairings;
not the least of which is our love.
HUMILITY FOUND
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When ego's fragile form begins to fade,
a limitless expanse of soul appears.
The boundaries that once bound and confined,
now stretch, expand, transform, and astound.
In losing the ego self, another universe is found,
a world of wonder, limitless, and esoteric.
The chains of comparison are severed;
they no longer bind, no longer suffocate either you or me.
The prison of competition is left behind,
unfettered, enlightenment grows.
In this vast and open place, humility also grows, and
a web of love and Divine interconnectedness prevail.
HUMILITY FOUND
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
When ego's fragile form begins to fade,
a limitless expanse of soul appears.
The boundaries that once bound and confined,
now stretch, expand, transform, and astound.
In losing the ego self, another universe is found,
a world of wonder, limitless, and esoteric.
The chains of comparison are severed;
they no longer bind, no longer suffocate either you or me.
The prison of competition is left behind,
unfettered, enlightenment grows.
In this vast and open place, humility also grows, and
a web of love and Divine interconnectedness prevail.
DELICATE DANCE
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In nature’s exquisite ballet, a moment of perfect harmony unfolds before me. The hummingbird, a tiny, iridescent wonder, hovers with impossible grace over the trumpet flower. Their fleeting encounter, a delicate dance, speaks volumes of life’s fragile beauty and the miraculous interconnectedness of all things.
iridescent sheen
sunbeams dance upon her back
summer’s tiny queen
fragile, fierce, and free
hummingbird's bold, beating heart
wild and free she sings
invisible threads
connect her to flower’s heart
God’s subtle design
the universe acts as a whole
each pulse a butterfly effect
thus mindfully playing our role
at all times let us stand erect
there is then no this versus that
see the universe as our form
boomerang returns where we’re at
with law of love and light conform
Cover your mouth and laugh it out.
The world blinks,
Clink, clink.
Every bottle comes with a label.
Every child comes with a mother.
Every person comes with an identity.
Every murderer comes with a motive.
They explain,
They birth,
They express,
And they kill.
But someday will they become the meal?
What if it was reversed?
Would they try to become more diverse?
Or become mentally cursed.
They flex during fitness.
They perplex during interconnectedness.
I am not just a witness.
My life is not just about my midriff.
You read every title.
You drink every bottle.
You nurse every drink,
You curse at the sink.
The dolphin winks.
The president thinks.
Down goes Pink.
Famous people blink.
But someday they'll be nothing but a link.
“As God’s spark ensouling organic form, I am that presence which cannot be named,
felt within as a magnetic bliss storm, divine pulsation that cannot be tamed,
gentled by His touch, within body framed.
I am that which transcends both space & time. I am love & light, causing heart to chime.”
I AM GOD'S SPARK
A windswept soul cognitive only to the One who clips the stars of heaven
this I am
An enlightened being spiritually awakened by the interconnectedness of all living things
this I am
Dwelling in a place filled with heightened sense of presence, I am peaceful
as the Great I Am
Ablaze like an Olympian Flame I pass life's torch to you with internal conviction
and this is my reveal of who I truly am
I am a woman made of man a mystery onto thyself, I live, breathe and love
and therefore yes, ... I am !!!
Through Amazon's treaded path, I tread unaware.
Each step, each breath a calculated dare.
Moonlight dances on a lake's dark face
Divided waters, like my forgotten past's dark place.
~Byeol
__________________________________________________________________________________________explaination: this poem explore the human experience of navigating life's journey with caution and deliberateness. The poet's path is marked by self discovery, risk- taking and interconnectedness of past, present and future. Inviting readers to reflect on their life's journey.
what do we feel beyond boundaries of form
teased by the sun and kissed by the breeze
is the moon inert if it reflects light soft white
regulating both our mood and tides with ease
Down where the lavender wisteria blooms.
For the first time this spring, and early in the morning
I heard the whip-poor-will sing its intriguing tune.
Later, when I looked out the kitchen window.
Birds of many species were swarming freshly filled birdfeeders.
House finches, red cardinals, and sparrows as well
Doves upon the ground nibbled and were well fed.
Birds' melodies mix with the sighing of the pines.
At the faint light of spring's dawn
How nature's symphony fills the morn's air
An awakening of all my senses,
Beauty exploding everywhere.
The Whip-poor-will's haunting call,
Echoes through the misty hollow
A song of deep mystery,
A melody touches my soul.
Wisteria petals dance with the gentle breeze,
Their fragrance intoxicating,
As the birds flit and flutter,
Feeding on the bounty
In this moment of quiet reverence,
I am reminded of the interconnectedness,
Of all living things in this world,
Bound by the threads of existence.
So I listen to the Whip-poor-will's song,
Though brief, letting it carry me away,
To a place of peace and harmony,
Where the wisteria blooms forevermore.
between heaven and earth
there lives you and I
always
co-existing in a woven world
of interconnectedness
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