Like a giraffe dining from acacia’s upper deck,
A pigeon cranes its neck spying on the patio deck,
With fluttering wings struts onto nature’s all-you-can-eat table,
Quickly cleaning its built-in cutlery, to better savor every morsel.
“Have you ever seen the stars in the night? See them closely, they will tell you, how to be open, how to love and how to shine and twinkle…”
― Santosh Kalwar
The seasons do not upon the earth’s heart, a burden be
Instead, festoons its gladness on every tree.
If leaves and buds in their fair branches be,
There it sends magpies, pigeons and chickadees.
If autumn winds to leaves their epiphany call,
Their energy, transformative love to fertile soil.
In warm hearted grace, Earth says to the seasons,
“Bring me your baskets of Spring flowers again,
Let your bouquets bloom Summer’s silver rain.“
“Autumn let your baskets of plenty sing
Carols, ’till Winter’s thaw gives way to rain,
And, Summer days stem roses in vases of terrain.”
“It’s a funny thing about life, once you begin to take note of the things you are grateful for, you begin to lose sight of the things that you lack.”
― Germany Kent
Winter Sun holds out trays of sunlight; colorful homerun beams,
Doling out her precious commodity like a snack seller at ball games.
Her radiant merchandise held aloft by goal post auras,
As she carts rays of light to adoring fans in earth’s arena,
Dispensing innings of sunshine caught-up in the wickets of Winter.
Her change; neatly folded currency, held with care, between her uplifted fingers.
“Have you ever seen the dawn…full of deep silence and absolute clarity of perception? A dawning which you truly observe, degree by degree. It is the most amazing moment of birth. And more than anything it can spur you to action.”
― Vera Nazarian
Tapping the bard’s evergreen of creativity,
Imagery’s sap oozes inkwells of ingenuity.
Priming narrative pumps of prose and poetry,
Glitterati “magic e” syllables, hum in absentia,
Cherubim choir metaphors sing, “Ars Poetica”
Throwing jasmine rice in wedded couplet flare,
As, personification dances iambic pentameter.
“Recognize the space between thoughts. When one thought ends and before another thought begins — There! That is silent awareness.
It may be only momentary at first, but as you recognize that fleeting silence and you become accustomed to it, the silence lasts longer. You begin to enjoy the silence…
In that silent awareness of “just now”, we experience much peace, joy, and consequent wisdom.”
― Ajahn Brahm
Mantel clocks; memories in agate,
Gold timepieces engraved in pyrite,
The fourth dimension; today’s cloak/mantle
Spinning signposts tracing time’s portal.
Their Winter chimes; spring fiddles
Playing the Summer songs of angels.
