gathered with care
into the bag please
we pluck the remnants found
along the road roaming
we pick more
An elderly neighbor and I walk six days a week, and for years I’ve watched her pick up cigarette butts and general litter with her handy picker. For Christmas, I had mentioned to my wonderful husband about helping her, and in my stocking found my very own snazzy picker. Today we gathered a bag and a half before the storm and rain rolls in tonight and tomorrow. Giving back to Mother Earth when we can feels awesome! Have a beautiful and blessed day.
Into the now I linger,
beyond the panes I see
touches of color blending moods
like coming home.
Star filled skies soothe the spirit
as the mind meditates amongst the trees,
my sentient soldiers wait
as the rhythm slows to calm,
I am borne of dust and shining things
in the moment of knowing
all that I AM.
Tranquility serves release in dreams
through the deep of night I linger,
speaking to the specters in tongues
I remember the ancient language
and tell their story
of life’s journey through
the ether of this second passed
leaving me aware and longing.
The incense burns its sweetest scent
as I am carried through the portal,
starstruck and mystified
I hang on the cusp
In glorious beauty found
beneath the surface of imperfection
through perfections view,
the softest flow of illusion
greets the soul of peace.
We find ourselves gazing outward
with an inward perception
seeing each flaw we dive deeper,
knowing below the cracks
our history waits for release.
Fingers touch the smoothness
of each new day that finds us waiting
for fresh eyes to glance upwards
at the ever moving skies
and hopes of connection to the invisible link,
we are reborn like the cells that create
the cumbersome body.
In the moment of awareness we know
somewhere beneath the subtle crack
the escape of ego has occurred
leaving us beautiful and free
despite the facades illusion,
beauty will always remain.