Reminiscing...
How fast the fleet-footed
mercurial, quicksilver years
flash bye
I wave to you
seated on my Ganesha bench
How many lifetimes?
this kiss I will always treasure
for you have taught me
many things dearest
but most of all
to be kind and honest
O sweet love
we fly away to other worlds
all too soon

There is prana in the woodlands
sparks of divine energy
glisten between each breath
I feel His original breath
surging through me
vital, electric, Cosmic
The spark that
started everything
I smile blissfully resting
on His sunlit chest
He ties the flower of His love
wild roses and baby's breath
to my wind blown fairy tendrils

Warm rays of the sun
like fairy wings flicker
through tall majestic branches
I spread my rose print scarf
over a couch of
golden pine needles
and settle down  
the forest sings its
own haunting melody
undaunted by our
industrial embrace
It gives life to our limbs
our very breath
O beloved trees and
sacred wildwood
hugs and kisses
the Divine mother will
surely protect you

I belong to the woodlands
tall pine look down with
sheltering glances
their emerald crowns
caress the heavenly blue dome
Winter sun is a bright Jewel
through the branches
air is sweet and fresh
a sleepy wind blows
across my face
And if it weren't
so late in the afternoon
I just might snooze here
on a bed of pine needles
but instead I rouse myself
and sing a song of gratitude

I blew you a dandelion kiss
softly  across wisps of blue
A fragile star for you
to dream catch and
tuck between the velvet folds
of your heart

Perfect night for a star bath
i gaze into the glittering skies
The moon casts a silver spell
Luminous from head to toe
I float towards the vast beauty
unfolding white wings
shimmering shining endlessly

It's never too late to live.
It's never too late to love.
It's never too late to dream
No matter how impossible
Your dream may seem.
It's never too late to make new friends.
It's never too late to make amends.
It's never too late to forgive.
It's never too late to move on.
It's never too late to sing your song.
It's never too late
To stop smoking or drinking.
It's never too late to try new things.
It's never too late for you.
It's never too late for me.
It's never too late
To be who you want to be.
It's never too late to believe.

I am so thrilled!
David and I discovered
a big patch of woodland
a few blocks from our home
David and I held hands
as we entered the forest sanctum
crossing over a few curly
entwining vines
the forest opened up
to natural pine needle paths
spiraling through sheer enchantment
the magnificent aroma of
designer pine perfume
sweetened our every step
and the O2 was off the charts
O what a heaven sent
medicine for the spirit!
we paused amidst this splendor
to lift our hearts to the
incredible divine essence
imbuing everything chanting
with reverence and great gusto
Om Om Om

Seven years of loneliness
Seven years if emptiness
Seven years of misunderstandings
Seven years of discouragement
Seven years of self hatred
Seven years of failures
Seven years of jeer
Seven year of fear
Seven years of lost cheer
  
Seven years is all it took
To make me strong and then weak again
To make me loose my own self
To make terror take away the sound of sobs
To make me dead inside but alive outside

I fought in the storm, fought in the battle of pain
But I came out stronger and braver

These years were not capable of
Taking that glimmer of hope away
Stopping me from dreaming
Stopping me from living
Stopping me from hard work

Seven years is all it took
To ruin my life but give me the most beautiful meanings
To make me realise that
Without hard work, nothing grows but weeds.

Despite how frenzied these years were
This artistic destruction will always be a part of me

The huge inflated
Christmas teddy bear
on my neighbor's lawn
holding a red and white
candy cane
opens and closes
his vinyl arms
"Teddy I need a hug,"  I whisper
also opening my arms wide
"In fact I think the whole world does"