Love doesn’t belong
We aspire to exist
within the intimacy of love
only to realise
Love doesn’t belong
to the human race.
We aspire to exist
within the intimacy of love
only to realise
Love doesn’t belong
to the human race.
Hush now
The storm has passed
leaving behind
a kind of soft saturated wildness
in the air
on the leaves
in the sky where the clouds,
seeming unsure as to their purpose
or their colour,
melt along the horizon
to reveal the blue, blue
age of day.
Hush now
Go to your windows and open them
walk along your path and breathe
open your heart and smile
turn off your tech and feel the clean air
smell the mulch
taste the abscence of rain
and watch as one after the other
creatures fly about, crawl about
under the blue, blue
age of day.
Hush now
Live in these moments
breathe the peace
stretch your mind and your body
reach up, reach down
reach all around. Now,
watch as those whisps of breath
drift to the trees
to the earth
and up to the blue, blue sky
to create the rain of tomorrow’s peace
for the coming new age of day.
Hush now
This was written about 5 years ago. I thought I’d repost it as a picture poem with a litte edit.
in a world
where beings inhale
the stuff of life
I find myself breathless
where to breathe
this
stuff of life
consumes, confuses and constricts me
If I were a tree
no birds would rest
no squirrels would play
for the leaves are falling
and Spring has forsaken me
If you’re feeling good today, pass it on.
We make the world a better place when we share the good stuff. 😁
Shadowy remembrances
four-leafed clovers
flies, wasps and ants
Sun in bloom
butterflies dancing
and the green painting
Human sounds
overpower Gaia’s song
with such ignorance
Today, like any other day
is full
of disappointing moments