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Last night the Alder so deeply rooted in the hedgerow
was shot through by a bolt of climatic vulnerability.
I heard the smoking gun,
heard the clangorous salvo, the snap and break,
heard the unflexed crook of it pivot and shear,
timber dislocate, break, and crumble.
There was a fibrous unclasping,
then the unfolding thunder of impact.
This morning, thigh deep in its wreckage,
maneuvering through the downed foliage,
the strew of crumbled catkins,
I listen to its death throes
of leafage curling into whorl and lacuna,
the rustling whispers of a dwindling aftershock.
Splinters and twigs tremble, lumber creaks on
as a sotto voce rattle of demise
as if the tree was still collapsing beneath its fall,
as if this murmuring requiem
were a way to explain what the moment did.
Butterflies and Bikinis
That is the path of my unfolding
Opening myself to the Summer
To things that are warm and new
Opening myself to the possibility of
of knowing someone like you.
Opening myself to all possibilities
To the warmth of the Noon day sun
Opening myself to the evening hours
To when love's music could be sung.
Opening myself to the possibiltiies
of knowing someone like you
To the chance that you'll either make me smile
Or that you will ultimately make me blue.
Butterflies and Bikinis
That is the path of my unfolding.
Like a metamorphosis
It is the most ultimate of life's caress
It can be life's most amazing event
It can be the pinnacle of all of your success.
It is the changing of the seasons
It is the shedding of your Winter clothes
It is the unveiling of one's inner self
It is being willing to be completely exposed.
It is the showing of one's true colors
Both from the outside and from within
It is the vulnerabiltiy that most often comes
From being willing to shed one's most protective skins.
Butterflies and Bikinis
That is the path of my unfolding.
I am willing to show myself
I am will to metamorphosize from within
I am willing to expose myself
I am willing to let you see beneath my outer skin.
(January 5, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved,
We attended the No Kings Rally because
It feels, to us, that our country has lost it’s soul
as every day we are inundated with depressing events
over which we have no control.
Things our government is doing to other human beings
here and around the world…with little concern or penitence.
Things unfolding daily before our eyes…that, to us,
doesn’t make any sense.
So surrounded by a host of other people (It’s good to know we weren’t alone)
we held our posters up and waved our flags…and made our voices known….
It was a boisterous but non-violent rally…which is what we all preferred…
It’s one way in a free society…to have our voices heard.
The No Kings Rally was our way of saying…we know we are a country in distress
That there are problems here…big problems…that need to be addressed.
But we feel this heavy-handed dictatorial approach…
without regard for human rights…has led our country astray…
The No Kings Rally was our attempt to let our government know
we think there is a better way.
Before the rally with all the depressing news
We felt our country was on the edge of a slippery downhill slope…
but after seeing the turnout at the No Kings Rally
we were left with a ray of hope.
Hope that all the voices from this rally will be heard…
by powerful women and men
who will join their voices with ours
and together as one country…
we can find our soul again.
This mountain of tall firs and pines
overlooks a placid valley with a hut,
meadows of wild flowers intrigue.
Hikers go upward meeting clouds,
their adventure is kind of unique.
Bell-shaped trumpet gentians spout--
rain on the pretty flowers of the Alps.
No mountain in this region is gaudier
than the unfolding new discoveries...
boulders and cliffs with sparkling dew.
Alpinists adore mounts that are greener,
they snap lots of pictures, not a few;
below, sheep graze in open grasslands--
they shiver when the breeze gets colder.
Away from sunless and urban settings,
one feels free doing the extraordinary;
breathing an air not spoiled by smog.
Alpinists have lived here for many ages,
tending their herds watched by a dog.
The blinding sunrise ascends gleefully--
joy overwhelms the heart that dreams.
Calm valleys with wooden huts, amid mounts,
are prone to avalanches with a rapid force;
violent storms can deform the luscious green.
Locals are afraid, they pray holding hands;
strong faith may avert what could have been.
It's twilight, flowers droop looking morose;
brightness fades--an evening of sad sounds.
I was told, I should not look. That's all it took
inspirited to sounds and motion of birds.
My heart and sight fixed not to overlook
the experience of the Lord's melting Words.
I stared, unable to utter a sound,
at the radiance beauty of angels,
ruffling their feathers. They have gathered around
unfolding like flowers adoring the aisles.
A feeling of glorious warm wave of
joy engulfed me, listening to His story.
My knees hit the ground looking up above,
stretched out my arms to receive His glory.
I was led by the Word and His nail scarred hands.
Heaven I found, succeeded in making me understand.
6/9/2017
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To Dear Simar on her birthday
Adorable, charming,
sweet mesmerising smile,
Familiar grace,
twinkle in dreamy eyes;
Essence of wisdom,
unfolding humour,
You subtly touched
our longing heart;
Our son’s cherished soul,
You became our daughter
from the very start.
Watching you together
brings us joy,
For in your happiness
our hearts abide.
O’ dear Simar…
Treasure our love
endless unseen, crystal pure,
Feel in inner sanctum,
realm of myriad realisms;
Soft as mist of rain,
tranquil as moonshine,
Heavens will fall
as you requite.
On this special day,
beneath the birthday skies,
May the eloquent elixir
flow deep to marrow,
Abundance embrace
through dusk and dawn,
Wherever life may take
you both to roam,
May love and laughter
always lead you home.
We raise a toast
to this beautiful day,
To the lovely soul
who lights our way;
May your every dream
each wish come true,
How blessed we are
that life brought us you.
September 1, 2026
© Dr Upma A. Sharma
Wow swweetheart what a rush i got zooming in from outer space
and landing at your front door and talking to you at the same time.
I swear i had an outer body experience. It was a fantastic journey. I really mean it. Any moment i was waiting for you to come outside. I was so close to you it seemed real. Wow it made my day. What a lift in spirits for both of us. You mean so much to me sweetheart. I am the luckiest dad in the world to have you. I feel an energy of positiveness is surrounding you at all times more than ever Like ESP. A good change is slowly unfolding for you. I really feel that. I just feel great. I love you my number one daughter...Spacedad.
The song of my soul, sounds like light
fading shadows in notes of joy
serenity unfolding on the hearts of glory
where He lives – in the dewlike tears,
overwhelming sense of grace
pouring over the bruised seas, skies
flooded by prayers and praise….
The stories of God – His amazing
the tones of our praise
on the rhythms of soundless nights
skies pouring out hope, joy
blessings arising in the heat of summer
while gentling melodies, rich with light
fall like noon’s showers,
on the heavy hearts, the souls
who know He is the reason for each season
He is the love that rises from the mists,
in every soul, He is the promise, the hope
the moment we can know
love is in control…
the music, in notes of purity
rare songs who remember to hold on,
love like this is the light for every man,
love like this is beyond words
it is the plan, brought to hearts
long before the world began,
love like this is the reason I breathe
the story of a man who heard God’s plan
and came to earth, through a virgin birth,
restored each of us – by His death,
rising again, fulfilling that plan…
we can seek Him in the flowers
we can seek Him in the trees
we can seek Him in the sunlight,
on the trembling seas,
we can seek Him on the twilight
on the stars and in the moon
we can seek Him in each spring,
each summer and each autumn, too,
we can seek Him…
yet we will not find Him
without a heart that is assured
He is the way to heaven
He is the light, the way and truth
He is the life of every believer
He is the love that guides us through
He is the answer to every need
He is the prayer prayed
and the assurance believed
He is a tipping balance
who offers us His never ending peace!
Cling to Him when you feel lonely
Cling when you feel like you can’t
Cling when the way is dark with shadows
Cling when you know that you’ve failed
Cling when sins seem to haunt you
Cling when the journey is steep
Cling when all seems lost to you
Cling and just believe – He is a tipping balance
With Him, you will find the purpose of this life
With Him, you will know what it is to be free
With Him, you will be saved from outer darkness
With Him, you will be changed so you can…
let go and let God, who is only a prayer away
seek Him and let Him bless your life with His grace
let Him restore you to a place where you know love is the only way!
Why Love Never Again
Tears reach into my heart and pull me down to fever
Raw feelings cause trembling reaching
It starts within the bones of marrow emptiness
I draw back my bow with fire from my soul to tip
Release the arrow in the quicksand that has become me
And send my sweet love off
Just off the shore in a little funeral raft of straw and wood
Incendiary baron world surrounds us
With lighted flame to burn my loves last being
Last remains, remnants of a passion that brings me lower
Sorrow no man needs to know
She burns down then sinks beneath the somber waves
Gray are the ashes floating with all lost hope
Caused from some disease that caused this fracturous unfolding
A bringing of this horrible grief I call my own
I call it mine to the end of time and cry
As she burns in dawn of day
God gave me eyes to watch her slowly go
I just don’t know why life so beautiful must end
Why love why never again
I let her go
Awaiting faraway soul to guide fate the star shooting fireworks
catching one's breath destiny will spread this heart's wings
To fly free with the spirits loving pure this is how one sees a dream unfolding
wrapped up warmly inside treasure life growing stronger pure
With an amazing vision awakening sunshine just to see love happy
surrounded by beauty always gentle humble and meek an angel sings
Oh I have walked the beach on a cold frosty moonlit night
stars silver jewels as the moon smiles howling over and back
A soul searches to find that one in a thousand dream whispering waves
blushing clouds swept away carried within warm wings kissing beats
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