El salto Ángel Falls in Venezuela, about 1000 meters (3281 ft).
it is Angel Falls
waterfall in the whole world ~
tallest and highest!
serene waterfall
water flows over orange rocks
iron deposits
Even though cinco de mayo has passed.
And we did not get a free mucho burrito.
I am reminded of Día de los Muertos.
Where you had flowers in your head.
Now I am thinking of honoring you presently.
But I am all out of presents to offer readily.
farms await bony hands of want
land thirsty for full bodied Love
what strength is needed to grow the maize
whilst shadows roam streets in haze
leaves like notes blow across ferocious Falls
how long can darkness juggle its balls
¥
balls of the clown are tired of work
calm Falls continue their crystal splash cries
shadows between trees rustle like hungry
beggars
maize aromas ripe fill air for inhalation
yellow Earth bursts fiery gore
hands of farmworkers touch Lushness of Lore
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The house made of glass
Feel naked in the human eyes
It is so bold it is transparent
The facade full of inspiring flowers
The lights in each corner and the waterfalls
over view the place of happiness
And the clear blue sky
Stays calm warmth touch
To the universe distance
Full of joyous presence
And shouting for great freedom.
May you be blessed every now
to listen to nature’s call…
and follow the music of a stream
until you discover a waterfall….
to sit there for a while
and forget about everything….
as the only sound you hear
is how the flowing water sings.
May you be blessed every now
to listen to nature’s call…
and follow the music of a stream
until you discover a waterfall….
to sit there for a while
and forget about everything….
as the only sound you hear
is how the flowing water sings.
Nature’s Waterfalls
Waves of waterfalls,
gushing towards life’s hot shores,
froth healing coolness:-
I thought to clip a rose
as I did, stopped to think,
would my clipped rose
be happy with a faucet
drink? A clipped rose
in a thermal made vase,
yet of glass pure sand remained,
I sensed, a blessed clear trace –
like sacred-core of a stone, like my
deeper earpiece, closer
to the bone, my personal
spirit-phone – a clipped
rose...by the window, in
a fancy wet gown; residing
in a new blossom place,
keeping close to home, God’s
many wondrous, tiered inner/outer space --
on my beloved, painted kitchen walls,
cascades
of floral
waterfalls --
Steep streams -
Deep dreams
Splashing
Crashing
Rumbling
Tumbling
Wending
Ending
Cascade
Displayed
Yon roars’
Encores
High waterfalls
Amidst nature
Own precipice.
May your life be filled with a myriad of memories
that, like waterfalls, add to its wonder…and its rhyme
and wherever you go may you be blessed to cherish those memories
one waterfall at a time.
I’m not chasing waterfalls
Though it might seem that I do
Waterfall’s a place to fall
Sunny jets are flowing through
Waterfall’s a place to stay
That relieves of every pain
To get there one summer day
Is like meet the past again
On the mossy stone to lie
Not that I would dream to do
Waterfall’s a place to die
Or at least, it seems like true
But in fact, I cannot get
Waterfalls, they’re fast and deep
Once I reached one, but the jet
Was too strong for me to keep.
From the highest of highs, flows non-stop
Wide bright sky tent as her backdrop
Like a break-dancer, she sways
Amidst hot sunbeam blaze
Soulful songs she sings
With crystal springs
She's an art
Of heart
Warm
Calm
Upstart
Tears apart
Wild water wings
Falling like white strings
With her bewitching glaze
Like a mystic child's star gaze
Flows, forming many a dewdrop
Bounding and bouncing in bliss flip-flop
beauty in God's eyes
Angels teardrops from heaven
gathered in a pool
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