in my palm
Star of Dayspring
no, a universe
in itself
th’ offspring of aeons
such wonder
such beauty
to hold and behold
pray, forever and a day
aspiration
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rock in Borrego
in all tongues
speaks this Mountain
despite her sure muteness—
and all eyes listen
to her beauty
to her majesty
o’er Lower Heaven
o’er Earth in Bloom
change
outside my window
Nature’s shedding her cocoon—
metamorphosis
cradlesong
hearken!
again that lullaby—
and that voice—
of my other Mother—
her tune
stroking my spirit—
pacifying the preyer
within me
stalwart roots
of life a spectrum
in the gray of lifeless stone
somehow finds a way
bug’s eye view
for but a moment
he pauses
Darning Needle
his realm to survey
to muse over the marvel
enfolding his senses
till arouses his wings
and the real dragon
within himself
Ghost with Child
yesterday
lightly keen’d the heavens
that today
into fresh gardenscapes a breath
might empower hallow’d Mother
her Newborn-To-Be to bequeath
with the gift of wondrous Spirit
tides
Her every respiration
paints a unique flow
ne’er to be echo’d
yet a delightful lure
in reverie
even while She rests
’tis the Love
betwixt Land and Sea
saber dance
though I parry and thrust
against spirits of the surface sky
for now
more than my rehearsal
against latent evil
I am imbued in peace
in Nature’s harmony
Three Sisters
a tribe of Goblins
born from lovers Rain and Wind
consum’d by Silence
Pu
Kahuna’s pure chords
Heaven’s break of Day invok’d
so smiles Melia
(Back from 1 month Staycation with best friend from Australia. Relinquishing the heavy party favors for normalcy. Peace, everyone.)
endanger’d species
th’ ancients spoke of life
outside the cave—
when sounds were emit’d
from lips
till lips became fingertips
and fingertips thoughts—
when emojis became the light
in darkness
and darkness made us fear the light—
while under the eyes
of night and day
were creatures on the loose
not so intelligent
but somehow more content
within that breath of fresh air—
no longer ours
Giiwas
love’s rejection
shaman sacrifices
seeds of war—
when spirit of Sky
drown’d the fires
of Underworld’s god—
that Mazama might hatch
from its mountain cocoon
and be reborn into purity—
into Crater Lake
Life Finds a Way
our footsteps—
thoughts in a fog
of ice and flame
thrashing land’s breath—
creating new seed
from featherless ashes—
new tributaries of thirsty veins
rousing Terra—
rescuing her from her dark dream
of compost and mulch
to fructify a new tomorrow
