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Patterned Socks – A Poem

Fall colored leaves, stars on the tundra’s curb: If branches were sages; leaves their proverbs; Leaflets oracles proclaiming their ring lineage Etched in the waters of their striated foliage. Perhaps, fall leaves are nature’s patterned socks, A kindness nature weaves from the season’s fabric, Grounding our affections in warm quilted garbs As trees elevate perennialContinue reading “Patterned Socks – A Poem”

“The fragrance of flowers”

The fragrance of flowers spreads only in the direction of the wind. But the goodness of a person spreads in all directions. – Chanakya

Chiseled archway – A Poem

At first glance Gothic styled trees chisel an archway, Hiding a tattered wooden shed with its green canopy. In gracious affinity encapsulating compassion, the tree Perchance plots each branch at just the right schema, Tucking in its leaves accentuating the facade’s patina. Antiquing upscaling the grey tones of decades in situ, Silently sculpting objet d’artContinue reading “Chiseled archway – A Poem”

If we could hear rocks – A Poem

If we could hear rocks sing, What arias to our ears bring. Would they join nesting birds a cappella, Or, praise and worship alleluia. Or, roll with hip hop legends, Lip-syncing timeless ballads, Of history before time began.

Private Reflection: Words – A Poem

O thou spoken words, Rehearsed from sacred chards, Now with your power take flight. Not on Icarus’ chariot, But fastened with a bell, On the gossamer wings of an Angel. And, when we need it most, Return to us as the sound of wise counsel.

Spring Falls – A Poem

Spring morning’s dulcet wake up call, Prompts instant recall, Of wordless love songs to Fall. No rush for Spring’s serenade to be over, Nor avoid Summer’s sweet roasting turnover. Instead, a momentary glance into nature’s seasonal refrain, Pleasantly provoked and enjoyed again and again.

Mortal expression of Eternity – A Poem

But we are children of The light, The flames of the universe. Moonbeams and stardust sparkle in our eyes; Their distant closeness – our mortal expression of eternity.

Our being – A Poem

For He created us to have our being: To flourish in it, To exercise inner wisdom, To find value in life’s ups and downs. To live in sacred anticipation of every moment. To revel in the beauty of every twig and thorn. And, looking upward, gaze at the expanse as a reminder – That weContinue reading “Our being – A Poem”

To do – A Poem

There exists a multitude of Worthwhile things To do on this earth; Far more in the universe. And, failing these, There is an endless supply, Yet to be discovered, In the company of One’s own imagination.