Beyond the facade

You must have been a beautiful baby

the song plays quietly in the background of my mind

I hum along and wonder,

well, aren’t they all when you think about it?

When it comes down to a heart beating

and the miracle of cells dividing

multiplying

creating something so unique,

and why is it only

babies that can be beautiful

for when we see the dirty unkempt homeless man

or the woman with the missing limb,

what changes in the mind to see

anything less than the beauty that lies within?

Why does the judgement happen

for the way a person looks or seems

as if through fault of their making

as sickness ravages and shades of red welts rise,

turned to purple and the swelling overwhelms,

yet the eyes that gaze into yours

relay the kindness and love felt from within

and the tears fall from a simple acceptance

the glow begins to form around the soul.

I’ve heard upon view of a not so pretty child,

must have been hit by the ugly stick a time or two…

childhood taunts come back to my mind

and I am thankful for the passage of time

that allowed my soul to grow into understanding,

when faced with a view that invokes stares,

I feel compelled to hold out my hand

and with a smile simply say,

I can only help you find what you seek,

but it can’t change much

for you are already beautiful enough.

A middle-aged woman came into work the other day searching for a few items, her head bulged from beneath her scarf, a large purple addition of her head which was pressing down and almost engulfing her eyes. I think years ago I would have stared with mouth agape not knowing what to say, but am thankful for the years of life lessons which have left me with a loving and understanding heart.  I held out my hand to her as she said she could barely see, her husband standing quietly at the front of the store, allowing her to come with me as I guided her around answering any questions and finding what it was she requested. At check out she started crying and thanked me for not making her feel like a monster, for smiling and making her laugh and that now she would feel more comfortable going out into the world again. I asked if her sight would come back, she replied yes, after all the non-stop infections stopped. I gave her a blessings, squeezed her hand and as she left, thanked the big guy above for teaching me tolerance and love. She must have been a beautiful baby, for they all are, even grown up.

Softest strength

∞Infinite movement the earth in life

slipping in to sift the thoughts of a new day

carefully plucking the strongest of dreams

and letting the balance

wash quietly away.

∞The whispered words of night are heard

in recollected stories told through a fog and haze

as thunder rolls so far away

echoes of itself felt

as its energy dissipates.

∞We divide the fragments of dawn to dusk

below surfaces where danger lurks

while above white stallions race to shore

and clouds above again re-form

speaking to those who listen,

awaiting a coming storm.

∞Monoliths stand for a thousand years

battered by the tides sent calling

etched and formed before our birth

we cannot but help to stare at the view

seeming small and soft as we compare

the sand to stone and fossil found,

strong enough to outlast the end

as time winds past the minutes show,

the unobserved still linger on

if only in thoughts held in trembling hands.

∞The gathering of specimens that once had lived

now kept in polished jars and waiting

for the next pondering to trickle down,

the wonder and awe still enchanting

of ancient articles found.

Photo found on Pixabay.

 

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.

Looking

We stand in silence

unseen against the backdrops of our unfurling lives

a barest breath discerned as we ponder

the prey of our memories that haunt still.

With ability to look round and back again

we pick the morsels of yesterday searching

for the meager crumb to bite onto,

what once seemed so small now multiplied

in the bounty of our wisdom

we are satiated.

We seem on surfaces so smooth

below the ripples of water nudged we find

the current that tears apart the path

pulling us into the tragedy of pondering yet again

the ageless tales brought forth from dark closets,

as the fever breaks and awareness overcomes

we sit in our pose of calm and peace

thankful for the sense to walk away unscathed

we let the memories loose

turning away not caring to watch

the final goodbye of the shadow.

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 ❤

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.

Finding

In unexpected places

we find the magic that sits waiting

so patiently like it knew

we were coming,

beauty of a color

standing out like a beacon

a light ushering us to come near,

to gaze at the brilliance of natures finest.

Below a small bird waits,

watching as I go near to gather

trying to help in the survival

as dogs mill about restlessly,

it hops into the brush and sits watching me,

I gaze up and see the purple bloom

as bananas wait to be found,

new in their stage I laugh,

the bird is now gone as I glance back

yet its gift now given

appreciated with the heart of love

for more magic in the world

this universe never stops

providing its miracles

to those who pay attention

to the signs sent.

The red pineapple was found in a gentleman yard a block from our home, walking the dogs one morning, I returned later with the camera to share with you, and the little bird I tried to save, was never seen again (nor eaten by the dogs) but it did get me back in deep enough to the corner yard (where slithering things like to sit) and much to my joy as I looked up, I spied a new crop of bananas growing, and going around the other side to get a better view, found another tree with another bunch growing. Ah, the smallest joys to my life. All appreciated.