the wondering soul

Dedicated to Cheri

***

whimsical beautiful you

sung by the lonesome guitar

gentle  you

walk among the creatures of Mother Earth

  willing to go the difficult distance for rebirth

your hazel eyes

 ever reaching for the majestic stars

                                                                                               

A View of Earth from Saturn

A View of Earth from Saturn (Photo credit: alpoma)

seeker of truth and honesty … you ride the streetcar

at once alone…seemingly forgot…but not… you stand strong

willing to risk and jump the bar…bicycling like the running  jaguar

all through the day and the nightlong you sing your song

perplexed by humans who are so bizarre

yet your kind silence is your guard

your sense of humor carries the memoir

leaving no traces of the scarred

willing to rid yourself of the eschar

you search and never falter

gentle, helpful you…loving and loved afar

you have given your sacrifice to the altar

 

the inner muse

Dedicated to my Mom

Agnes Gertrude Uelman Johann

1915-2010

***

each imagination writes its own page…

the stirrings deep within

emerge in light

with the innate desire to share

touching  my soul with yours

giving birth once again

English: Anne Home as The Pensive Muse in 1767...

English: Anne Home as The Pensive Muse in 1767 before her marriage to John Hunter. Engraving by W. W. Ryland, after a lost portrait by Angelica Kauffman. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

tree climbing

Person (user:merzperson0 climbing a tree.

Person (user:merzperson0 climbing a tree. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

when a child climbs a tree so high

lost in the branches touching the sky

the wind blowing through her hair

swaying back and forth without a care

….ahh…what freedom!

English: Tree climbing in the New Forest

English: Tree climbing in the New Forest (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

dandelion love

English: Common dandelions (Taraxacum officina...

English: Common dandelions (Taraxacum officinale) growing on a field in Oulu, Finland. Suomi: Voikukkia (Taraxacum officinale) Oulussa. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

dandelions carpet the lawn

with golden top hats of color…

their inner beauty spotted by another of innocence

the child of simplicity  sees its beauty

and gathers handfuls to form a bouquet

for her mother…

who is delighted…

to be  given  such a beautiful gift!

watercolor tears

Massive Kingman Blue turquoise in matrix with ... Massive Kingman Blue turquoise in matrix with quartz from Mineral Park, Arizona (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

turquoise  white paper lifts my spirits

forcing me to break into smile

as thoughts of you go on for miles and miles

how lovely the moments…burgundy time

when we text and message so sublime

alas…the opaqueness of the day

lends me no comfort as you have gone away

feelings unsaid…my heart broken… words unspoken

i struggle to find a way to dispel the sorrow

of you not in my tomorrow

all was light…yellow orange fun…beginning so well

how did the love get swallowed by dark ocean swell

how can i smile with watercolor tears in my eyes

pastel loss continues to arise

my body feels black, grey and torn

for your absence is what i mourn

Daffodil Spring

love of daffodils

love of daffodils

daffodils fill the world with sun

daffodils fill the world with fun

daffodils take the lead

daffodils laughing indeed

daffodils urge the green

daffodils are the Spring queens

daffodils are yellow you see

daffodils are love for you and me

metanoia…a spiritual change of heart

let go…i heard it often as i lived through the day

it annoyed me no end and why i could not say

let go! let go! let go! they did not understand

they did not know i needed what i was seeking for my plan

i couldn’t let go…if i did..then…what would happen?

i did not want that crazy axman

days solidified into weeks and weeks into years

letting go was something i definitely feared

then a friend came into my life

unknowingly, challenging me to let go of my strife

to stop centering on me and feel the need of someone so free

still…i did not see…why must it be…why me?

i fought…and fought…and gave it much thought

and night fast came upon me and still i was distraught

then through the night and stillness of the open portals

came the light and  my sad defenses came to crumbles

i wept with pity for myself that all i needed was to let go

for in letting go… letting be…all that was sought would flow

Metanoia (Porcupine Tree album)

Metanoia (Porcupine Tree album) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Home…

home is where love is created

English: Edmonton, Canada. Same picture as Fil...

English: Edmonton, Canada. Same picture as File:Edm panorama2.jpg, adjusted just a little bit (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

home is something never outdated

home is the finishing touch on the kitchen wall

home is where you scrub and give it your all

home is where you gather with your friends

home is where your evenings see no end

home is where life is about

home is where you safely display your doubts

home is where the kisses play

home is where you are not afraid

home is where you dance all night

home is writing in the moonlight

home is painting until your heart’s content

home is finding love’s intent

home is where the steps are heard

home is where you are always answered

home is you in the flesh

home is where you are refreshed

home is where you can freely roam

home is where you find your shalom

home is where you find your face

home is your sacred space

Blessings of Children

Easter Spring

pushing forth life

Grandchildren, Ayden & Nadia, egg-hunting in the yard.

Grandchildren, Ayden & Nadia, egg-hunting in the yard.Bc

as the children gather

the eggs at play

reminding us

of hope and renewal–

the promise of tomorrow…

effortless love…for love

Love for Arts Love for Arts (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 love spilled

out of me

like the blue water spring in the valley

over flowing

bubbling

molecules not counting, not keeping tally

love spilled

out of

me

like the unlimited starlight

from the purple hazed skies

brilliant

effervescent

not wondering why

love spilled

out of me

like orange blossomed sunbeams

gently

lightly

touching the earth as if in a dream

 love spilled

out of me

like breath from my being

effortlessly

naturally

for YOU

were all that was seen!