journey through the soul
silent void beyond the stars —
sailing in the dark
A seed, spiral-wound
unwinds its yo-yo string strands—
auguring up down
with a double helix reach
unfolding life's code and map
With germination,
roots sink as branches ascend,
spiral paths entwine
growth does not rush headlong through—
it turns, curves, branches, transcends
The acorn knows well
how to become an oak tree—
no tutelage sought
the spiral codes what you are
knowing what you can become
Dawn is rekindled
with shadow's memory taints
first light touches last-
the clock repeats each moment
time unbroken, circles whole
Insight can break walls
fences splinter; borders fade
voices burn with flame-
yet listening inclusive
re-shapes the field of conflict
What the hour discards
may conceal its tender core
child in bath water-
awareness rescues essence
past reborn in present tense
Memory reborn
old clocks glimmer in dawn's glow,
echoes in their place-
the past is not left behind
unfolded to becoming
Imagine waking-
to an endless horizon
future without bars
renewal becomes the seed
as daybreak remakes the sky
On the edge of a world unfolding like a softly whispered dream,
half inside, half outside, its center remains unshaken.
This is the woman who knows the depths of her being,
emerging from within like a flame that knows no cold.
She carries her soul like a sacred, untouched temple,
protecting her essence from shadows trying to dance around her.
She finds her strength within, like a root piercing the earth,
she knows she will triumph, that in life's battle she will always have the drive.
When she looks at the sea with its waves in crescendo,
she knows she can face the storm, turning her face towards the sun,
seeking happiness in the rising light, in the life that surrounds her.
She distances herself from the darkness, from sunsets that bring only coolness.
She wishes to bathe only in pure light,
keeping shadows and demons at bay.
She guards her essence, keeping her peace like armor,
fleeing from all that is evil, in search of the celestial smile.
Half inside, half outside, but always centered,
she knows the truth about herself, her path unaltered.
There is this other self; it is a little ahead of me.
It does not look back, only I look back,
I imagine a path all the way to an end.
Of course, it is a conceit to ponder any endings,
we need but to follow the spiral foretelling,
the promise of more.
They say living is easy, I declare that death
is an even greater miracle than life,
a miracle all can demonstrate.
The acorn knows the fertility of emptiness,
how to fill and claim its place in the continuum,
how to depart as a seed once more.
In the end there is no end,
we carry our souls like dead moths
into that secret unknowable,
anticipating a butterfly transformation
one so much stranger than
any token life.
april brings us
its share of miracles
of life that sprouts
in shades of green
every year the cycle
like clockwork
rejuvenates yet
we are always in awe
spring give rise
to our sense of salvation
and of hope that
we have not been forsaken
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Unfolding.
When you kept getting up
After you've fallen
Endurance was already there
When you kept fighting
the anger in you
Peace was already there
When you understand
the why - way you behave
Knowing others is already there
When you finally let go
of low self esteem
Your true value is already there
When you did your best
to conquer your fears
Courage was already there.
When you complained
about life's injustices
Justice was already there
When you opened the door
to let isolation out
humaness was already there
When you finally got fedup
with your own misery
Happiness was already there
When you kept rejecting
your worst behaviour
Goodness was already there
When you gave up hatred
of your fellowman
God's image was already there
When you finally gave up
unrelenting guilt
A clean conscience was already there
When you felt lost
because Paradise was lost
Paradise found was already there.
Aqua Marine
Posted 2015.
Oceon waves move in troughs and peaks, currants and eddys
Are way down deep.' Permeating the fluids strong, salty grains
That pass unseen, echo of life be it bland or keen? As
Above in wayward events, all is changing to such extents'
Where are
Life or death? Its hard to sense' all things began from a
Void of deep dark dense.' That shrouded the light 'about to start'
Its energy to move. And all construct.' It proves design
It shows out lines Of the God of life, who is out of our time'
Consider all is changeble? all we see won't last,!search for
God and eternity ere your chances are past.!
In the dance of thoughts, we twirl,
a symphony of whispered musings.
Words, delicate as a butterfly's kiss,
flutter from our lips, sometimes exquisite,
sometimes in the gentle decay of letters.
Oh, how we interweave with the tapestry
of our innermost reflections,
uttering soliloquies to the silent echoes.
Each syllable, a gem of contemplation,
we carefully place within the gardens
of afterthoughts, a secret burial ground.
Speak, ethereal Shadow,
your stillness a reflection of my motion,
a silent dialogue in the theatre of existence.
You breathe life into ages I struggle to fathom,
yet here, in the rhythmic cadence of breaths,
I persist, a witness to the art of living.
"The world unfurls, a canvas of cerulean,
moving in tandem with clouds and oceans,
westward to east, a celestial waltz."
Such is the grandeur of our cosmic ballet,
where time pirouettes in endless grace.
:: November 14, 2023 ::
To solve unknown mystery
Made more mistake & leads to misery
I am lost in a trap
Can I take help of Google map
Aa naah coz it's just life story
One has to tackle it to find its glory
Unsolved puzzle is not the real trouble
Missing piece are so first burst your Bubble
We all wanderers in search of us
Trying to figure out ourself in life's fuss
Discover your own self
Not from the cupboard shelf
To know the unknown of YOU
Cease all blue and be yourself true
Life is not about creating oneself
It's about FINDING THE LOST SELF
deep within the dimly lit bush
totara trees, tall and straight
envelop the tangled undergrowth
roots and leaf mold
cool damp earth
ahead
caught in a patch of sunlight
the bright green fern frond
unfolding
8 November 2022
'Unburden a U word' poetry contest
Sponsor Constance La France
Love is tentamount to holy eyes,
For the image of peace shall it devise,
There shall bloom the roses of humanity;
Planted with compassion devoid of vanity.
Leaders with greed eyes throw the swords for power,
See not their hungry and meek country suffer,
With triumph in their mind, victims are left trampled on,
Innocent bloodshed, love and peace are gone.
Some altruistic leaders hear the innocent cries,
Who lend not deaf ears and see not with blind eyes,
Dedicated to satiate the hunger,
Lifting the weak making them stronger.
Love is blind for colours that discriminate,
Merely the tranquillity it does disseminate;
Love and peace sits when no caste, creed, race
Are defined with merciful almighty's grace!
Let's sow the seed of love and peace,
Teach children too, we'll reap the fruit of bliss;
Unleashing the era of peace and love,
Serenity shall embrace akin a dove!
thrillingly pleasant
solemn serene silent sleep ~
sweetly taunting dreams
09 October 2021
UNFOLDING
I was born in light of nature's splendor
The Almighty One is my soul Deliverer
I was born to rise with faith somehow
I am messenger goddess of the rainbow
I was born when the moon in her element bloomed
I came forth to song of rain, my heart in tuned
I was born a quiet stream, a whisper
On stage of life I learned to holler
I was born when summer began to simmer
Mama said, each September, Belizeans are happier
I was born the third of seven
Like dew in spring, I've grasped concept of heaven
I was born to voice and pen my opinion
I revel in thoughts given by One and only One.
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Unfolding..
"Doing" is resisting
What is unfolding..
The unfettered Truth is that
Unfolded appears as unfolding
But we dislike the folds..
The folds are not recognized as
Unfolded/unfolding..
And the shadow of doing
To change the folds
Takes its toll..
Apparently..this is
The price we pay...
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