Seasons of abundance

Into the new day comes

a season of abundance gifted

through words and deed and simple things

grace is a beautiful thing.

We search the crevices for more

while forgetting to stop and thank

the creation of a shining universe,

fresh with the hope for tomorrow.

We cling to images and memories

somehow never feeling content in the now

till unexpected pleasures filter in

and capture our interest we find

all we ever needed was this one thing

peace of heart and love in infinity.

Vibrance of soul

Who does not love

the sight of brilliant colors

flooding the senses with mirth and joy

in that very moment we become

a garden of being.

Lingering in contemplation

the soothing sense of living beauty

captures our imaginations and sets a new pace

and we feel the life-force flow through

when we behold the magic of blooming

into a new being we rise and unfold,

energy higher as we reach for the sky.

Storm chasing

In the thickest forests,
dreams fill the downy mind
as music plays a symphony-
the windchime concerto.
Staccato drops beat intermittently
on a concrete ocean blue
ripples undulate the depths
as I sit pondering a new and fresher day.
I am but a voyeur
to the coming burst of pleasure,
storm chasing from the rocker
keeping time to the bustle of clouds
caged and secure from the beast
as my fingers find their mark.
Early morning rise to darkness
as distant traffic breaks the silence
cat tiptoes lightly into a sudden streak past-
as heaven overflows its bounds
and jasmine scented air fills me with a sudden need,
to bloom in the gift given
quenched and shaking in joy,
as the lovely day melody
plays through the recorder of my mind.

Early morning rise as the storm settles in to play,
a beautiful good morning to us lifers
who choose to embrace it all,
coffee and raindrops, ah….bliss.