is it our mind seeing the sky hearing the bird tweet and tasting our food? we wake everyday into this experience a painted poster full of life we cannot prove exists does our invisible mind arise from our physical brain? God knows where our consciousness resides will he tell us where it lives when we… Continue reading la alucinación
mysterious you who surrounds me like loving arms invisible essence pounds away repelling evil and its deeds abundant harvest sowing seed gracious covenant unerring need.
The voice of nature of morning dew and night mist hanging sun it is this a twist of days a turn of night and glorious moon soothing sounds of rabbits in their thicket no fears in sight where time has no end and peaceful slumber has just begun.
There is a little forest in the back of my mind there is another sky there another kind of sunshine it be dark it be silent it is green then it is frosty and kind it has flowers the bees fly freer buzzing round my head for my eyes to see it is there where… Continue reading The Little Forest
it's what you see that makes you who you are. it's what you don't that makes people others. it's a nice day and I feel like crying as I lie in fields of grass. it's a gloomy day and I feel like lying with raindrops falling from my eyes. when you go outside and walk… Continue reading Fields of Grass
When the wind whispers low in winter sowing, god's bounty speaks in spring seedlings growing. an entire universe breathes its quiet endless flow through summer trees gently making autumn leaves flutter and drop scattered in uneven rows. don't miss nature's voice, listen with your inner ear. it speaks language in sun, wind, clouds and rain...… Continue reading When the Wind Whispers Low
If I were a bird, I'd tweet my song: an urgent symphony. and, you are the only one there to hear its music. it plays for you alone. the subtle beauty of nature within bounds of debris of the city must not be missed but listened to. I would fly here and there all day… Continue reading Urgent Symphony
The wind blows in its own way it moves dead leaves as it wills. within the rhythm of nature therein lies its own music in celebration like raindrops pattering a baby's nurturing lullaby. lightening yawns a new waking day.
The moon is full and it is a warm summer night the lunar glow lights my way I've just read Poe and 'awakened from this dream of life feeling broken hearted' I have no where to go I will ride my motorcycle all night up and down the seaside highway with the salted air brushing… Continue reading The Moon is Full
Is there more to this thing called life than its own face value? When I look at my cat he patiently watches the dove landing near my sliding glass door by my pool the dove drinks from the border of my whirlpool which connects to the main pool I do not want more than this… Continue reading My Cat and the Dove