pluck not the light
that blooms

tucked away in roses
which illuminate
the caverns of the

heart


for the petals
glow with phosphorus

the stamens spark
embers embracing eons

the stems are
entwined in the fingers
of the age old dreams of
enlightenment

the thorns
draw the blood of
angels
and
demons
alike

pluck not the light
of the blossom
which heals
wounds
wound
'round the

soul


touch not the
graceful
flower
from
an
alternate
gravity

it is not ours to hold

it's roots
reach down to


STARS


SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/4/2016

I am tired of always
go, going, going
and do, doing, doing
There needs to be Less Doing
and More Being
I move from one task to the next
to save up some small allotted time
For What?
More Tasks?
Not anymore
   Being Present
and
Being Loved
These are things that matter!!
I have started to learn that the most valuable
thing we as human's have is TIME
  I will be ****** if I will be spending
my time doing these stupid tasks.  
I will be spending my time
Being
with the most important people to me
My son, My family and My friends
Time spent with them is all that matters
Who really cares if there are dishes in the sink
or if the front porch needs sweeping
Not me
Not now
Less Doing
More Being
That will be me from now on!!!

Even a wayside **** can ignite
greater passion in the heart
than a well potted garden plant
at the centre of a tastefully landscaped plot

Even a child’s prank can be more hilarious
than all the cranky jokes of an acclaimed comedian

Even in the warble of a lonesome bird
there can be more flooding melody
than in the well tuned violin of a music maestro

There can be greater poetry in a simple ditty
than in all the lines of verse in a great epic

A tear drop may contain greater salinity
      than all the waters of a great ocean
      
       Perhaps a simple nod of head or a wink of the eye
communicates much more than a whole bunch of words

I don’t know why I love the dainty flowers of May
than perhaps the exotic lotus of the day
Don’t we love the homemade fare served with love
      more than all the delectable cuisines of a posh restaurant
      
      The small things of life thus,
      prove much bigger than big things
      
      Just as the joy of life is not always ruined by fatal errors
      but by the recurrence of injurious little things,
      Greatness is achieved not through momentous actions
      but by the little things done in a great way

~~<♢>~~

graves are attractive
to the living who choose a
dark place on earth

they house the dead who are left
without any alternatives


SoulSurvivor
(C) 9/3/2016