She lay on a hospital bed like a pale rose wilting on a pillow sham
done were her days of counting every morsel of food and gram  
they told her if she stopped eating she would cease to live and die  
feeding tubes inside her nose, she stared into an anemic blue sky
knowing that her final breath was near, she took her mother's hand
as tears spilled on her hair of gold, she whispered, "mom,  I can't "
the girl who removed the chaff from the wheat no longer had to eat
they placed a large sheet on her tiny frame tiny little feet
later as she lowered to the ground all of life just went askew  
an invisible waif had flown away without a change or point of view
scent of  green tea, honey, vine, moss and fruit, finally empirically ground
flower songs of beauty, she ate and drank, without making a single sound
as she lay on a cloud and watched the sun go down, it was the final call
she felt thin, she felt beautiful, she wasn't hungry,  no,   not at all ...

April 30, 2021

She had a dream many years ago of moon fish in the sea  
as the Mermaids sang,  the moon fish swam happy and carefree  
the moon began to shine
the sky turned April wine  
sweet moments of eternity,  
in a sweet poetic voice of poetry;    
She had a vision of the ocean, filled with moon fish of every shade  
and as the dolphins danced the sky turned emerald Jade  
Then the stars appeared
as evening slowly neared
when the wind did veer
the moon fish quickly cleared
She longed to see the moon fish swim by a sky of midnight blue      
and so a vigil by the sea, brought moon fish of every hue  

Written by: Mystic Rose

May flowers reaching out towards the golden sun like new born tendrils  
making a tentative search for the blue sky above, flowers everywhere
Children's laughter is heard  over the sound of ice cream trucks its time  
for gardeners to place their bulbs in the ground like happy little gophers

Morning arrives, and breakfast is taken outback on a linen table cloths
shedding winter apparel we opt for sweaters for the breeze is warm
we take walks along the  lake, picking rocks and little discarded objects
whiling away the hours like the birds, free and happy, full of hopeful joy

Lily of the valley precious little bells that ring in the scent of perfumed air
Alchemilla in beautiful light green a flower pure, on bridle dress of white
Light is our best friend in this garden of Eden where love is abloom
the only thing we need from here, is our consent to enjoy the wealth

May flowers reaching out towards a golden sun like newborn petals sweet
we have summer arriving and I for one am longing to meet it in full bloom.  

04/24/2021

Its my birthday every day just because I awoke to see another day
a new breath an extra hour beneath my belt, I am God's living ray
Defying all odds I am still here stumping the experts with my drill  
dancing in the sunlight like a dervish mendicant ascetic, no pills;
I remember being six and blowing out the candles on my frosty cake
mamma asked me sweetly to make a wish before the first snowflake
I wished to live forever so I could find the secret of a well lit firefly
and summer after summer I watched them as they lit up the sky
It is my birthday today, every hour succinct to the next I like it this way
twirling like a wild baton in a parade I bang my drum and I sing all day
A new breath an extra hour beneath my belt, I am God's special girl
a Mystic soul that refuses to lay down and die, while the stars unfurl
I'll lay on the freshly mowed lawn and watch the stars shine from on high,  
while I recall mamma's birthday cake and the fireflies that once lit up the sky.

Agape Love: An unconditional kind of charity love paralleled to Godly love;  

Upon the healing balm of His gentle touch
the sound of a whispering meadow
fills my heart with hope;
He is the inspiration that drives my soul home  
"Courage my love," someone breathes into my ear
as I try to figure out the prayers my mother taught me long ago;
She stands by my wheelchair and smiles a Mona Lisa smile
I don't know who she is but she smells like flowers of springtime
Gone are the passionate hours of my youth,  
replaced by the placid thump of a nursing home life  
I see reflected in her eyes, streams of living water  but I don't know
neither her name nor her address, only the color of her compassionate eyes.

Always be the strongest link between the weakest ring
the kindest of the two, the giving of the one,
never forget to be brave when fear sieves through
and always say thank you when someone offers you their heart
Make honesty your module and never settle for a lie
be true to yourself and others, always walk the path of light
when you act upon your nature it will always treat you right
live together live alone but never with a superficial crowd
the best of company is often the company of one
so tell your story to the stars, let them shine upon
appreciate the moment, for soon it may be gone
always be the strongest link, between the weakest ring
and always say thank you when someone offers you, their heart.

Tamas
I began in my mother's womb  where darkness clothed me
still carrying taste of death upon my tongue I suckled and kicked free
there were dancing lights and tears in the Universe gathering me to life  
it didn't take long I did forget, I pierced the veil and wailed like a knife
Rajas:
I drank the nectar of the wild flower consumed the salinity of my goods  
entered into karma like a Gita in a wave of passion, no longer was I wood  
pulsing into life I sipped the juices of my passion and enjoyed the rays  
with third eye open I was guided through my living numbered days    
Sattva:
Like a pear tree laden with heavy fruit, life began to take its toll
like Saraswati I let go, then held on to a mala and a palm leaf scroll
swept away by a joy so pure, I found the core of love's own goal  
there was nothing else I needed so I climbed the lotus of extol

All lies melted away in the face of truth and revelation ,
I lost myself in worship, became a sweet oblation.