Love is a garden

 

Flowers bloomHawaiian Orchids
springtime yearning
Golden rays
of sun
turn the good earth’s
gardens into love

Hearts believe
thoughts deceive
and wonder
at the ways
Relations turning
ever after
all the times
we cried

Tears became
the sacred rain
to fill the streams
of life
Ever flowing
toward their oceans
where waves
roll ceaseless
still

Robins nest
as cherry blossoms
fill the seasons scents
Rising ever
life’s desires
long to feel
our joy

Photo – Hawaiian Gardens by gfs

The darkest hour

Dark before dawn

Rounds as spheres reflect the sun
Revolve since time began
A word beget in light beyond
Our wisdom and our tears

This then the silent melody
The music only heard
By ears untuned to earthly things
Were silence seldom roams

Across the reaches space and time
Have come to know our ways
The shadows cast before our steps
Were taken into thee

These the days and hours spent
Longing for the light
The darkest hour came to be
In dreams before the dawn

So these mere words
Could grace the page
And in the eye behold
Some message from this bard

Who left eternity to seek
The fires of the heart
In precious days on bended knee
The beauty of her love

Imagee: http://vickitidwellpalmer.com/the-dark-before-dawn/

Still to be

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Far away words have passed
below the surface of reason
skipping like a stone
over the frozen surface
of time

What was lost beneath the blue
the shattered crystal water
melting in the sun
rising with the moon
over mountains

Yours was not a memory
of autumn’s falling colors
of salt scent from the harbor
as nightfall settles in
along the bay

Rain becomes the heart
and sunlight warms our days
as sights we’ve come to know
become the gardens of our lives
and sacred places

Time does not forget the blooms
seasons rolling will remind
the willing to sustain
intentions spoken in the dream
forever still to be

Photo: Maui Sunset by gfs

Daydream believer

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take what you will of me
all of my heart
my soul
my dreams
for all this
I came to give
never mine to hold
never mind your reasons
they are yours
and mine
are mine
no two the same
are we not like snowflakes
drifting from the skies
decorating winter landscapes
or blades of grass
flowing over
summer lawns
why would we ever
want to change
what shadow spilled
over our eyes
entering this dream
hidden in plain sight
the truth in being
is its own answer
there is no lust
only lost
souls
still searching
for the love
they have always
been

Photo – Near Fort Ticoderoga, NY by gfs

A Tragic Discord

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Being Conscious
Self awareness and foresight brought (…) the awesome gifts of freedom and responsibility. Man feels free to execute some of his plans and to leave others in abeyance. He feels the joy of being the master, of the world and himself. But that joy is tempered by a feeling of responsibility. Man knows that he is accountable for his acts; he has acquired the knowledge of good and evil. This is a dreadfully heavy load to carry. No other animal has to withstand anything like it. There is a tragic discord in the soul of man… Theodosius Dobzhansky (Geneticist)

Photo:  USS North Carolina – by gfs

Divine Sparks

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Life in this realm is about being a conscious creator. We are given consciousness as divine sparks to mimic the greater creation. To know and to understand creativity, and connection with the realm, so that we may have the opportunity to expand the universe through the creation of ourselves and our world. Our spheres of influence … Life and death are not the meaning, conscious creation is …

Photo by gfs – Maui Morning Rainbow