words in a blender
too slushy
pain behind the eyes
frozen thoughts
lime green
exorcised projectiles
turning heads
with demon smiles
and whispered snarls
in a dead language.

r ~ 8/1/14

Pause, to accelerate growth
Travel gets awry at breakneck speed
Why do we believe life is a race?
Patience is not inaction
As we confuse action with growth
Pause at the right moment
And accelerate at the right pace
Enjoy the trip, with the lovely view
Keep an eye on your destination
You will reach on time

I have been born to this affluent world
Rich with diversity and nature’s delight
So many wonders mesmerize me
Benevolence is the essence of this abode
The microcosm reflecting the magnanimity
Immediately I was accepted as a tenant
Being fed from the abundance of cultivation
Fertile soils yielding bountiful harvest
Feeding me to make me stronger
I walk upon this earth with pride and joy
To see mankind and animal kingdom thrive
The camaraderie between and nature and us
It still does not say, “You owe me”
We are indebted to this planet for the largesse
Yet, not rich enough to pay back the debt
I am just a tenant, wonder if I can repay
Only way I can do that is by nurturing love within
And not to destroy this space at will
Only I can love the earth with my heart
And help, in my way to nurture its purity
Many more to come after me can be a tenant here
Let this be a reminder, we are not here to plunder

Theres a hill
made of wind
swept heather
and rock
where the time
that it takes
when I climb
to its top
is the same
that these words
too often unsaid
take to climb
from the
thickening
mist in my head.

Life is wonderful

We cannot touch fire
But we can use it
To warm ourself
To stay at night
We cannot live in water
But we can use it
To wash ourselves
To drink when we are thirsty
We cannot fly all the time in the air
But we can use flights
To move from one place to other
We cannot live forever on the earth*
But we can*
Continue to complete our tasks
And ends our journey
With the final flight

the world is not spinning
its spiraling
d
     o
        w
            n
our spirits go
         p
     u
but its never enough

Be friendly with the fire
Light a bonfire for warmth
Pain and agony burning away
Leaving you with ashes of past
Blow them away with winds
They will carry your pain away
Be a torchbearer and show the way

A tangled heart
Is a work of art
Sweet, deliberate, crochet.
Spare no thoughts
That the prettiest knots
Must all unravel someday.