She was covered in fallen leaves and flowers

I  heard a  strange sound

and spotted the plastic bottles


I plucked the plastic off her

she left out another soft sigh of pain

and then, it rained

A baby eagle
flies
in wake
of the sun
A quiet sea lies
in wait
I write letters
to my friends
and
slip them under the rug
For,Love cannot be expressed
A sentient truth
moves through
the crevices
of somewhere
Winter has almost died
‘it’s all fading’,
they tell me
‘Even if
you tried’
I sit and watch
as times passes
a baby eagle’s flight

Sunlight filters through the curtains
and falls on the floor
Cups of chai
are leftovers of our sunday morning
The cold air is quiet still
as if awaiting
poetry

I enter a deep state
of solitude
where soft whispers
are uttered delicately
like wildflower garlands
where worlds meet
without judgement

Where I find you
in all the patterns that come together
to become
a gathering
of me

O Beloved,
this magic of you
is the life pulsating
through my entire
universe

Crawl your way up
the bitter earth
Break open
And breathe

There’s a world out there
for you to see
but first
you must learn
to weather a storm
to swim a sea ...
and grow as if you were a tree
each day, everyday

you must live
like it is the beginning
as if the story has
just  started
and you are the master of your own mystery  

So, gather your soul
wait for the sunlight
stay rooted,feel the breeze
on your warm skin

And Breathe ...

A white cloud
has been passing along
the entirety of the skies

On the darkest night
I have seen
the brightest stars

Mountains
have echoed
the sound of my soul

Snow covers
all that
has fallen

Rivers
have met
in the ocean

The ocean is
only
the beginning

The search has no end
The quest is never dead
We are water lilies

Keep flowing,
Beloved
the universe is infinite

Pain teaches us
about storms
and their power of sweeping away

The lesson that, only when the old and unecessary
is gone
a new calmness can take it’s place

In your embrace
worlds of sorrow
fall apart
in shambles
Mountains crumble
into molehills
Oceans rise
and
My fear dissolves
into honey  
that turns piping hot tea, sweet

I'm left with that warm fuzzy feeling
that could cure any
ailment

O beloved
such is your love