Deeper….

We see what lies

above surfaces with eyes

that believe the shapes and contours

are all that is,

below so much larger than

the eye can see

in its finality

drop by drop

spilling away into the whole of the sea

blue movement on calm water

smooth emotion on rough seas.

We capture images of what we know

that which we can touch and call it true

yet knowing the unknown

believing in what we thought we knew to be ,

we slip below and go a little deeper

in awe of the splendor of what we find

as we slide into the knowledge

of so much more

than the writing on the wall,

we feel the sense of the universe speak

as it washes over our open minds,

fire and ice

the opposite ends of seasons

we try to hold on

as it slowly burns

or melts away into nothingness

except memory

falling water from our hands

and slipped out thoughts

like ink on paper,

we learn to embrace it all

for it is one in the end

and from the depths we arise to find

a simple minute has passed as we dream

and wake from the eternity of time

to find broken clocks and damp spots on the ground,

stepping in the puddles

of our existence.

Bits

We are but so simple,

grains of sand on beaches near and far

mixed and matched and part of a greater whole,

reflective in beauty of a peaceful nature,

and waiting

to be built into castles

for we must do it together,

as you can not build with one little bit,

but to gather it all,

shapes and sizes,

textures and colors

we rise beneath the blue of a summer sky

and knowing we are only temporary,

at some point washed away into the shelf

beyond and under we wait

calm in knowing that with love

anything can be attained,

as we give away our treasures

heart shaped words and sparkling thought,

we imprint ourselves upon the world

across oceans and streams

we become bits and pieces

scattered and loved

like the footprints left then washed clean

we are a part of the whole

a grain

so strong.

Between ripples

Unspoken words soothe like a balm

between ripples the waiting of understanding

leaving spellbound in color

we swim the depths of this universe

searching for the direction beneath guiding stars,

days of happy find us waiting

as another day passes and always more

until there isn’t

but we bask in the moments given,

grateful with an open heart

as we listen to the rhythm of the beating silence

whose chords we alone hear,

that which we share between souls who see

through closed eyes the light still shines

and as we dip our cups into the river of life

we drink of lessons learned,

dance with the music loved

and spread hope and peace far and wide

with a prayer for healing

to the ones captured in the waves

who searched for only starfish and beautiful things

before getting pulled from shore,

we send ripples out to gather them

floating on gentle waves of today

to the castles that wait on the shores of tomorrow.

Counting down to my special day of a half a century, good gosh, it’s been a great ride and looking forward to lots more. Tiara and wand, fairy wings and bottle of bubbles ready to go, perhaps I may even post a picture….come on Saturday….and I must not forget the champagne or Prosecco…..hmmmm…..so many choices, such a good thing. So excited for sure ❤

Beside the waters

She rises in the soft of a lighted morning

beside calm waters cracked open with the orb

rising into the waiting sky,

the birth of another beautiful day.

We linger watching

fingers reaching out to trace

the slow and steady movement

earths heartbeat moves in waves

feet cool on shells and sand

stretching into the air the inhalation

of beauty held quietly

exhaled in peace and being.

Images captured in the mind’s eye

taken back to sit and contemplate

over coffee and the scent of warm bread,

yellow yolk wiggles like a small round belly,

spices of life added

and the sounds of birds beyond the wall

sing to her of a new day that waits

for her steps to move forward

beyond the scope of her dreams.

Beautiful art by Vladimir Kush

Fearless flight

We move through the realm of imagination

where light and color become one with the view

fearlessly flying on tattered wings

determined and moving through unseen.

We are drawn close to the beauty that surrounds

as we dip and glide to rest on occasion

bouncing stems vibrate below our toes

the hum of the earth the song we hear.

In and out of these moments

gathering strength to carry us onward

into skies and sea breezes where setting suns wait

eager to become a part

of our own creation in this life.

Where we go we chose upon waking

into slumbered days dragging

or perhaps to sing to the gathering clouds that call

in joyous accord we rise higher to touch

the grandest images that always arise

for we know in the heart it is what we see

and how we perceive

as we go about our daily missives

our thoughts set intent on the task at hand,

as we settle in for a short spell,

gliding down to catch the drops

of this precious thing called life.

Season slips

She slips in slowly unannounced

passing through the veil from yesterday to today

through a haze of summer heat stretching

into the distance like a breath held

then released into nothingness.

June sheds her garments as jealous July breaks free

born of all before she stands

beneath the sun that waits for her moment so close

for a momentary eclipse when the new month steals the thunder,

we wait for days that will not come again

in our lifetimes we watch the shedding of seasons,

colors entwined with the time they have,

jasmine ends her cycle and reaches out her tentacles

trying to hold on,

to anchor and remain for just a bit longer

and our thoughts grow tired much quicker

as the heat of a noon day gather particles

and the skies swell pregnant with the daily darkness

clouds hanging, waiting for their moment of release

to let the torrent flow

as the thunder in the distance heralds the arrival,

we fan our damp faces and breathe the thickness in

eager for any change

the day can afford to spare.

Photo: Robert Eickholt Art Glass Paperweight IRIDESCENT “VEIL” EGG WATER FOUNTAIN SPRAY

In these moments

The quiet place between then and now

where silence hangs heavy yet so light,

in this place where I breathe the darkness

through the pale shine of a coming day-

giving thanks for little things

as flowers die to scent the air

lavender essence to soothe the mind.

Memories play games through dreams at night

anger meets love and we watch the play

stage set and words fly through the air

daggers thrust into emptiness

for you can not kill such beautiful things

as love and laughter will move forward

gently taking the piece to create peace,

we watch spellbound wondering where it leads,

this image that flips past quicker than space

and time meanders like a flowing river

as we drift into new images

the scent of spring things and yesterdays

and the songs that play in the jukebox of our heads

liven the atmosphere with rhythm,

sun rises to greet through white shades drawn,

and the dream slips away into the memory store,

catalogued and chronicled for later thought

and the feet walk bare on grains of sand

yet we think of salt and the feel of the earth

stretched out and moving below us

languid in itself,

it does only what it knows how to do,

from its birth till the end of time

pulled in the gravity of a thousand moments

of star dust and planets we know will be,

though not quite seen,

just a speck like the sea salt and sand,

as we settle in with our cup of wakefulness,

we honor the moments

for the gifts they bestow.

Phantom mirage

We can not always see

that which may be before us

caught in the shadow of a moments that slips

into itself and then into the hour full,

we weave a million thoughts in a heartbeat

like dreams remembered upon waking,

hazy recollections of this and that,

strange sensations of being there yet not

caught in the vortex of a mind so tired

we slip into ourselves like a well worn shoe,

feeling the imprint of where we’ve been

yet sensing where it is we are traveling to,

when we slip into the scene

we become the phantom mirage

poised on the verge of becoming

clearer with each passing smile and word,

understanding more than we can express

as we move through the jungles of this space

we gather our cloak about us,

our wistful shadow that always follows

wrapped around like the softest hug

we take those steps into the mirror of time

and hear the silence of a heartbeat so strong.

Beautiful photo by: Gerry van der Walt

Splendor of skies

How can we not love the rain,

wet, damp, coming at awkward moments

as we rush to and fro

living our everyday lives

with no time for this shower

drops the size of dimes splashing down

we shelter ourselves as best we can

beneath inadequate umbrellas and eaves

as it soaks through cotton

we sigh and glance up to see,

how far and how long

till we can make that break

to a better place.

In the distance the glow surfaces,

the end of the storm on hand

and we smile for we know

that even though it was just an inconvenience,

better things wait round the corner,

as the grey moves off and the humidity rises

with the evening sunset poised to take flight

into the far side of the earth,

we gaze above to find the splendor that waits,

and we watch with gleeful smiles

blessed to have witnessed this view

and to capture just a bit

to prove it was no mirage

but a color slide into our hearts

bringing peace with its being.

Photo taken this past week above our home. Rain daily but with a gift like this, who can really complain?

Universal tone

We linger in the sands of memory
slipping,
sliding beneath-
no mark remaining,
nothing concrete,
solid.
A mere echo of what once was
like grasses gathering piles,
this and that caught up
in the Western wind that blows,
the universal tone
like singing bowls
comforting,
reaching in to the soul
calling you home.
Still blue green waters calm
like gentle rain in thick forests,
heady scent filling
the senses,
the memorys hold
gathering in perhaps to remember
if only for this moment
we lay like stones under the sun,
pieces of stars fallen
on windswept dunes we gather
reading the signs written above
reflective on water in reverse
from start to finish
we become at peace
in solitary fashion,
decorating this life
with who we are,
what we’ve become.