In the company of horses
we can ride the plains of love
Seeking the one enthralling vista
where misted mountains
hug chilled and pristine lakes
Or in mundane moments
we can ride the dusty trail
past the old abandoned well
…………………………………………….
On a steed of strength and power
allowing free rein
We can experience the wildness
as we can gallop through unknown terrain
Turtle moves slowly
(except when he moves fast)
And, in a persistent way,
gets where he’s going…
eyes on his goal
Take the time to
breathe in Gratitude
as the turtle
slowly plods across
the road
The crowd gathered murmuring
A cacophony of incessant cicadas
Washing the shores of awareness
Caressing thoughts like pebbles
On the wet sand
* * * *
Eyes closed, body eased
Seeking solace, silence
On the busy shore
And there – amidst –
One eternal moment of peace
The canopy of shivering leaves
danced the light across her face
Waking up dreams of soft spring days
followed by warm summer nights
magical in their own way
Now culminating in whispered wisdom
each day shorter than the last
punctuated by bright and rusty hues
Soon the days of stark sleepiness
will hitch a ride on the coat tails
grounded fringes of color
Light askance and limpid
cleared of fluttering distractions
Even behind the
Darkest clouds
The sun shines
Bright as ever
And, even in
The darkest heart
Spirit shines bright forever
When I tell my story
there are parts
that you resonate with
And, as you tell yours,
I experience the same
As we dive deep into
into the stories
we discover it is
the same story
from a different angle
Our story…
a jewel, a many petaled lotus…
We each wear a beaded belt
of unique and shifting design
Every moment of our lives
a different shade
a hue of emotions
each cast
as a light-glittered glass bead
The unique beauty of you
With the noble intention
of soul to soul communication
Words and emotions drifted
through intricate filtering systems
Codified, classified, intensified
approved or laid to the side
• • •
Eventually, hearts speak
A row of strangers merges
into common denominators
Shared pain or laughter
mutual experience
seeps through filters
The one I’d never seen before
With his iridescent wings
Just walked into my salad
Is it still safe to eat…?
(sans the buggy protein of course)
He expanded his philosophy
as they expounded on theories
The reputation of repetition
rose the bar on understanding
Etheric answers floated
midst fancy verbal construction
drifting up near the ceiling
of comprehended truth
Oh, the heady beauty of
bantered intellectual gardening
