“RE” – reflection

“Re” – reflection

Retro parade

Of life’s

Black white

Reel to reel

Left me

Breathless

 

Bursting with

Would be

Could be

Should be

Only if, then(s)

Sighs replete

 

There is

No retake

No prefix to fix, once

Seconds minutes hours

Thunder under

Time’s bridge

Whistling shuffling

That was it

 

Scrambling

At the edge

Facing destiny’s

Thrown gauntlet

Shaken not beaten

Best NOT

To retrace, instead

Take a leap forward

With implicit faith

RE in regrets

Are futile at best

To get on in life

With time in hand

On own terms is best

Obliterating the rest

Life‘s lesson number one

Destiny’s dealt

Hand thus finally won

**picture is from internet:getnidoskidos.com

Journey To Solace

The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise some where ~John Muir

Journey for Solace

Heart in mouth

Crossed hairpin

Mountain bends

 

Drove beyond

Dipping valleys

Up steep passes

 

Grief’s shadows dissipated

As thinned air gave pause

Jumpstarted paused heart

 

Weighted soul burst into song

Blood gushed to gaping holes

Pock marking traumatized heart

 

Quilted nature’s green patches

Sustenance starved swatches

Reaffirmed destiny’s universality

 

Hugging descended calm walled

In by succor gained from sight

Of nestled sacred grove therein

 

I was ready to tackle world again

Look fate in the eye and if necessary

Unsheathe hibernating gumption to defy

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Soul Talk

External spurs goad

Thought steeds towards

Internal sanctuary

 

Few avow soul is pure

Fraud, a slot machine

A disconnect from reality

 

Everyday, I stitch mouths of grief

With laughter cross stitches

Planting rows of smiling beds

 

Undertow of sadness

Is strong but my will tough

Enough to overcome it

 

Eyes anointed with holy water

Sight of ecstatic prayer flags against

Distant peaks, chiming monastic bells

 

All exude strange bliss within me

Reinforcing walls of inner sconce

Receptacle for my soul’s lit flame

 

As my feet hit ground every morning

I am thankful for his continued grace

Even as I long to opt out of life’s rat race

 

 

Celebration

New beginnings

Happier slants

To – old rankles

 

Coming together

Across the globe

e-pal potpourri

 

peeling vegetables

did away old mental presets

exposed mind’s new flash drive

Wheel of Life

Next Page »