Morning Song

Sing like the morning Robin

Praise the Earth

for its abundance and hospitality

Thank the sun

for its constant warmth and light

that it casts so beautifully in the garden

Thank the moon

for its constant presence and warnings

of predators that stalk the night

Echo like the morning Dove

Do not be choked by silence but express

Puff out your chest and love

Love the Earth’s offerings

Love the sun and the moon’s protection

Love the birds’ song as an accent

to the morning rush

of the wind

Sing like the morning Robin

Echo like the morning Dove

Narrate life with your morning love song

Burning Up

Wanderlust

This photo captivates the purple hues of the sunset along the shoreline of a small lake. It took place along the lake near a camping site while wildlife reached its loudest peak before settling to bed.

Secret Garden

Forget the yellow brick road

Forget the unbeaten path

Shut off the light from seeping through

and let the dark consume

Branches unravel and bloom

with streamers light or dark that smooth or prick

in a flurry of chaos at the hot start of the year

they are lovers that reach for each other’s sugar

and shroud the planets hug of blue and the stars smile

to leave the dark cold and in wait

It waits for a cardinal to share its food

for ants to find their hill

for light to find its way through the cracks of green

for that last primrose to bloom

and for that cold girl sitting on the bench

to shut off the light

and step on the path she has missed countless times

The lovers in green hold her empty hand

the friendly birds sing her to sleep

and the wind sends a shiver down her spine and pushes her through

the arbor of the garden

shut off from light and consumed in dark

to discover its secrets that have no road

Blessed Body

Let the air escape
from your needy lungs and body
Let that emptiness
of hollowed out spirit
be what drives you
to twist and flex your bundle of nerves

Forget how to breathe and walk
Teach yourself like a newborn babe

Spread your toes a bit too far
don’t pick up your feet but glide
sink your body into the Earth
and then lift yourself Angel
when you capture the world’s essence in your lungs

See for the first time
the trees that are a portal you do not cross
and the wind that is your dance instructor

Life pours into you
as though freshly formed
by the Mother of the Winds and Tides

It is a flux of energy to your core
The building blocks of you and more

It has built the very foundation
upon which you stand like lore
but do not forget
that you have been blessed
by that which flows through every molecule
by life and death
and all the in between
it is that which bore your spirit

The wood that shelters you
the weather that creates
and destroys you
has all been bored by the same Mother
that you seem to have forgotten also bored you
as you leave your waste in her body
and scruff up the dirt path beneath you
instead of gliding on it as you should Angel

Do not forget the world and your body
that lets you live it all

Forget
and that essence that makes you soar
will rip itself out and leave you in teary eyed gasps
Your body will add to the dirt path
and return to the Mother
who shall deprive you of all your lives

Nature

The very environment that gives us

a seed strong enough

to feed a nation

is dying

The weather that once filled our eyes

with beauty

is killing not only itself

but all the living beings in it

Is she not called mother nature?

Did she not provide for us for countless years?

And in return

we create chaos and destroy

all remnants of passion she provided

From a worldwide similarity

to an individual belief

we use our ancient instinct of violence

not to protect or serve or defend

but to tarnish the very ground

of our ancestors and future generations

She is no less a force than us

She will defend herself

just as much if not more

then you and me