Sip, Puff, Ponder

Quiet time.
Wind rustling the leaves.
Sunlight slicing through the foliage.
Walking along a small path amazed by the greenery,
luxuriating in the sounds.

Sitting down against a giant oak, resting.
The depth of the forest seeping into the very marrow of me.
The chirping of the birds,
the rustling of the mice.
Crickets in the distance, calling.

Ears straining, eyes burning, searching for that sign of grey.

That first hoot,
that first glimpse of feather,
pulling the emotions to the surface.
The joy,
the happiness,
driving the soul to new heights.
Lifting the body into the air.
The need to soar building.
The need to brush the grey overwhelming,
the anticipation of lessons to be learned.
Arms slowly changing.
The wind whipping against new feathers.
Stiffness slowly disappearing as they cover the body.

Whiteness against grey.
Whiteness with grey.
The guide leading,
the guide trailing.

Peace and love lifting us higher into the sky,
as twilight descends.
Climbing,
soaring,
intertwining.
Circles upon circles flown.
The sharp eyes searing me.
Knowledge passing through those eyes.
Hardships destroyed,
as knowledge clears the smoke of the mind.
The joy of flying,
the joy of living,
the joy of experience,
filling the soul.

Strengthening the Light of the heart,
the Light of the soul.
Peace.
Happiness.

© October 6, 2011

Looking in a child’s eyes,
The glee, the wonderment,
Belief is a simple trait.
But belief seen through a child’s eyes,

It’s amazing.
It’s freeing,
It’s sobering.

Looking in an elder’s eyes,
the wisdom, the joy
Happiness is a simple trait.
But happiness seen through an elder’s eyes,

It’s heartening.
It’s heartwrenching.
It’s sadness.

© November 27,2008

The trees are slowly turning,
Into their fall dresses.
The squirrels scamper.
Gathering their last harvest.
Grandfather Moon hangs low in the sky
Giving the Grandmother Earth a kiss
Before the long sleep of winter
Pulls the blanket of white over her.

© October 22,2008

Undisturbed waters
Mirror to the sky above
The clouds slashed by the sun’s rays
Painting the green waters with stripes of blue
Wavelets pushed by the gentle breezes
The river’s tresses ruffled in the day

A silent beckoning
A summons to join it’s stillness
A summons to be released

Wishing to hear your tale
Desiring to wash you clean
Returning you to your life
Able to walk unencumbered again
Pulling the darkness from your soul
The sun replacing that which is gone

The blueness slashing across the water
Destroying the darkness below
The greenness  refreshing in it’s stillness
Holding the darkness at bay
The water willing to take in
That which is given freely.

© September 13, 1999

Red Maple alone in the corner
Electronics driving into the brain

Solitude
In a crowded room
Solitude
For a crowded mind
Peace
Of a broken heart
Loneliness
In a circle of friends

Red maple breathing it’s life
Electronics quickening the pulse

Healing
Of the eternal spirit
Softening
Of an angry heart
Emotions
Running rampant
Emotions
At peace

The spirit leading the Way of Contentment
The Way of Healing, the Way of Growth

Red maple touching the soul
Electronics fading into the background

CONTENTMENT

© September 2, 1999