April 7, 2017

it is as if I am suspended in silence the serenity cradling me and it's the torrent carrying me and its currents like the kiss of the first rays of the sun on the drops of dew gathering on the tips and surfaces of Nature's Beauty that moment it is it is it is as if I am suspended in silence Serenity prattling me and it's the tour and Karen me and it's Clarence like the kiss of the first rays of the Sun on the drops of dew gathering on the tips and surfaces of Nature's Beauty it is as if I'm suspended in silence the serenity rattling me image that orange caring me and its currents like to kiss of the first rays of the Sun on the drops of Dew

 it is as if I'm suspended in silence 

the serenity craddling me amidst a torrent carrying me in its current

like the kiss of the first rays of the Sun 

like the drops of dew Gathering on the tips and surfaces of Nature's Beauty 

that moment of breath, what timelessness seems to hold before a new day 

a new adventure unfolds

 the steps which will lead...

April 2, 2017

The colours are different here

Is it the stretch of thousands of miles and climates casting 

The hues 

more radiant 

More vibrant 

The purples reds oranges glowing in the golden sun

Containing every shade of yellow to enlighten the green and blue scape 

Reflecting in the clouds and expansive arching sky 

What is it about this land 

I know

What it is 

A treasure 

A gift 

A call

Which makes me frolic in the existence I exist 

A mother father sister and brother of this land 

Reaching out with my hand 

Toward the caress of this soil and water and wind 

The flora and fauna my kin 

The colours of the settings sun 

As satisfying to my heart

As the idea of being in Africa 

My spirit inspired 

This is 

my home 

I am the sun and moon

I return to rise and set 

Like the tide and ebb 

August 18, 2016

Story of the fog and the clouds

The companion of earth 

Hugging its hills and shores

Draping over mountain tops into valleys and over cliffs

Nesting in every nook 

Of the landscape 

Every single leave of a tree

The grasses swaying in the breeze

With wich the misted water traveled near

To then with sun or wind to redisappear 

The torn to cradled roundnesses 

Accenting the shape of the landscape and the height of the sky 

Emphasise the beauty unfolding infront of our eyes 

In ever light 

Day or night 

The reflector of light 

The caster of shadow 

May 12, 2016

Just a few origins of scent in my garden. 

Tantalising the swaying breeze,

Rustling in the leaves of two trees

And bamboo.

The calls of birds 

Hawks to hummingbirds,

Rhythms of fanning wings melodic to the heartbeat of the graspable springs quiete gurgling nurture. 

The shadows of the night still breathing a cooling kiss for the coming heat of the day.

The smells crisp, some still dormant before the waking by the sun.

In ancient patterns of nature, melodies woven in the dance of birth and decay.

growing crescendos of senses 

May 12, 2016

Origins of scent,

in my garden. 

Tantalizing the swaying breeze,

rustling in the leaves of walnut, willow, palm, plum, magnolia and bamboo trees.

The calls of birds,

hawks to hummingbirds.

Rhythms of fanning wings, melodic to the heartbeat of the graspable spring's quiete gurgling nurture. 

The shadows of the night still breathing a cooling kiss before the coming heat of the day.

The smells crisp,

some dormant waking up from the sun.

Sung alive in ancient patterns, 

nature's melodies, woven in the dance of birth and decay.

Layers intermingling, versatile varying volumes of cells threading crescendos for the senses.

Ebbs and flows tracing the tread. 

Murmurs, choruses of calls, 

elements speaking, to the fruits from the seeds we are reaping.

The echo of the flora and fauna, 

the cradle to the footstep seen in the micro to the macro, 

of the transcendent surrounding,

a reflection. 

At peace, 

prospering in hope and in spite of philosophical wars polluting the worth of our world.

Just listening and responding 

...

June 11, 2015

I am back on the river.

Watching the tides caress the curves of carved shores.

The marsh grass swaying in the encore of its own celebration.

The lights of the sky reflected on waters dancing surface.

The calls of beings of flight accompanying, conducting the concert of the species bound to earth.

The rustling of the leaves varying in pitch dependent on the height and structure of the trees.

Singing a song of the rain to come

Of the gratitude for the day and the joy for another to tread its way.

Lured to sink into the rhythm of natures present.

Like the water rising and falling. forming clouds to feed in rain, springs, streams and oceans, the nature which allows us, conscience and devotion, confidence seeing through wisdoms eye, that everything must be born and everything must die.

June 6, 2014

In nature, weather sitting on my birthday by a little seasonal creek in my backyard under a plum tree,  or climbing over hills and into trees, painting to the earths beat, resonating on the polarities of life. With art and living creating the journey the heart has seen and sees.

My soul is moved by the opportunity to be and to be able to speak, through having come close to loosing my own life and seeing the greatest individuals one encounters depart from us to soon. 

Rooting, 

just breathing in the pure gratitude for being given existence. Thinking of the ephemerality and yet the permanence of life. The moments lived and the awe at the moments to be lived. All of them are informed by the essence of the shared we carry and with which we continue to inform.

Honoring and honored by you Denali,  by you Jonathan, by you Nigel, three souls, three friends, three mentors which have left. I am in wonderment of the crests and valleys, the joy and the despair we are tossed into, torn open to learn to...

May 16, 2014

Like a flower 

One can blossom

Or let the weather wilt

Before the metamudra

Buds to be one with one 

May 4, 2014

Here is where I live

Here the garden of Eden which is so willing to give 

Swinging in the sun kissed evening breeze

As shadows seize the calm to be free

The rustling of leaves

Creeping of dancing branches

Alluding with the chirps and the humm of the bees

How to be 

Swinging from a sling from the tree now a tool to play and not what it had been brutalized to be

Now we can see

Now we can breathe 

We always could but forget to feel

Forget to be real and deal 

With rather then steal life from the ones that know what life really has to show

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