Archive for February, 2013

The Gardener and the Garden

The Heart Is A Garden

 

A lone man

stands

solemnly stark

against

the pale dim light

tilling

the ripe soil to

grow

his fruits of

love.

 

Weeding

blame and tacit

actions

that harm love’s

devotion

from the fertile

field

the gardener

purifies

his jubilant

heart.

 

Standing

alone in the

midday

sunlight with

sweat

pouring from his

brow,

he stands

terrified

by openness and the

vulnerability

of a giving

heart.

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The Thought of Life

Oh, Life

 

Oh life,

The translucent thoughts

create inspiration where

once there was naught

but your verdure garment

of Nature’s growth.

 

Oh life,

The luminous night

adorned with her

silver glittery halo

pressed the victuals

of life’s divine nutrients.

 

Oh life,

The radiant day

crowned with heat

and bathed in the

purity of light proves

the greatness of me.

 

Oh life,

The celestial meanings

swimming in the moods

of commonplace existence

unites the hearts of love

and minds of eternal thought.

 

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Fruits Of Life

Surrender Now

 

The fruits of life

– delicious and pure

lie forever within your grasp

waiting, always waiting for you

Surrender to life about you

 

The passions of love

– emblazoned and undenied

linger forever near you

wanting always to live in you

Surrender to passions about you

 

The wonders of the existence

– mystical and eternal

contain jubilant bouyancy

wanting always to act through you

Surrender to the wonders about you

 

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Surrender, surrender now

bowing deep to the wonders

– mystical and eternal

lingering forever near

waiting always to act through you

 

Surrender, surrender now

lowering down the the passions

– emblazoned and undenied

lingering forever nearby

waiting always to live through you

 

Surrender, surrender now

praising always the fruits of life

– delicious and pure

lying forever within your grasp

waiting always to love through you

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The Dreamer’s Life

Life’s Dream

 

Life is composed of our dreams

adorning life’s loving light it seems

upon those who are eager to live

a life with fertile fields of love’s themes

 

Gripping firmly the hand that takes

tempestuous desires open the night’s gates

gleaming love from my hand’s carress

Love’s a passion that the heart can’t shake

 

Gaining momentum in the lover’s heart

suspicions amiss shall play their part

eager young minds with a budding passion

shall pay the cost for the lover’s art.

 

Forever forward, forever alive, desires grow

in the still darkness, she comes to gently know

entering the hearts gate to seek solace

the victims of comfort come to lay low

 

Leaving the doors of your heart open wide

loosens your thoughts from actions side

enabling a soul to soar the ethereal skies

so take this advice, and go for a wild ride

 

A life with fertile fields of love’s themes

adorns life’s loving light it seems

always upon those so eager to live whole

saying: Life is composed of our dreams.

 

 

 

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The Eyrie

Go, Now

 

Go forward,

go far

to the eyrie

travesties definitely

await you along

the path

but the reward

is too good to

pass up.

 

Go forward,

go fast

head to the

mountain’s peak

though obstacles

lay along the path

what better way

to find your strength?

 

Go forward

go first

Be bold to achieve

what others merely

dream and conquor

fears by blind faith,

what other way

is there to find your

courage?

 

Go forward,

go farther

climb high into

eagle’s eyrie

and gain somthing

unfathomable.

Chase your goals

and achieve your

personal union.

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Sometimes

The River

 

Sometimes

I am the

driftwood

floating

gently with

the current.

 

Sometimes

I am the

radiant sun

reflecting

Nature’s

glory on a

shimmery

surface.

 

Sometimes

I am the

fateful ship

fighting

against the

torrential tides

dragging me

down.

 

Sometimes

I am the

lonely leaf

pulled towards

the flotsam

grabbed by

stagnation.

 

Sometimes

I am the

headstrong

slamon

swimming

against the

current’s flow.

 

In the end

I am all ways

at fate’s door

living down

the river

where

I

belong.

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Calling All Creatures

All Creatures That Live

 

The wandering eye

holds the wondrous sight

creating momentary beauty

by witnessing the dressing of

all creatures that live.

 

The concerned ear

beholds the discerning hymn

nature always sings

forming loving bonds with

all creatures that live.

 

The wistful smile

kisses life’s diligent taste

soaring through the air

nature always embraces

all creatures that live.

 

The exploring nose

imbibes a journey’s goal

by smelling delicacies from

nature’s own bounty calling

all creatures that live.

 

The ponderous skin

swims through ethereal light

ever expanding through eternity

calling forth nature’s boon:

all creatures that live.

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