Tag: life and death

Ancient bones die

July 18, 2020

I hear planes in the sky
bees nearby
I sit and wonder why.

The rise of Earth’s scent
brings memories
ancient as I inhale

Bees nearby
feasting, dancing
to ancient rules

Planes in the sky
laden, travelling
over ancient lines

Me, eyes closed
listening, inhaling
relishing the sunrise

I sit and wander
over bees nearby
over planes in the sky
and up, and around
I wander till found
the answer as to why

ancient bones die.

I sit and wonder
of the age of ghosts
of Earth’s ancient hosts
and of time’s thunder

where ancient bones sigh.

always time to breathe

February 16, 2020

of continuance

of course there is always time
always time to breathe
even if that breathing is tight
tingly and cold

and that’s when it hits me

I’m watching the rain
listening to the patterings
seeing the grey morning clouds stir
hearing the moans of a thousand souls in the wind
feeling the silence of her tears

of her tears
longing to evaporate into joy
but on this cold cold day
she can do nothing but cry

and I can do nothing
but think of continuance
and climbing that hill
hoping I can still breathe when I reach the top

of course there is always time
to breathe
and if not her tears will fall
to evporate into joy
and I shall join the wind chorus

although you won’t like my song.

A glimpse

January 25, 2020

Life is beautiful

This life thing, this death thing
this wonderful opportunity to breathe

Everything has its day, everything has its night

We grow through time until humanity becomes something more
and as nature’s petals fall it reveals, gives us a glimpse of her secrets.

A foothold

July 9, 2019

light begins,
more than anything else
it begins.

Before time etched itself
upon humankind
it sidled up to the light
thus giving light a foothold
from where it began
to begin
giving.

Life, therefore, had no option
and once it too began
it couldn’t stop itself from
being itself
and from that instance
came that change
creeping along time
to give of itself
a beginning for life
to hold onto
until life
shed its skin
to rise up its being
and breathe

and so life began,
more than anything else
it began
to die.

As tea is sipped

June 4, 2019

Is it so high
so far above?

Reaching for a leaf
a cloud
a star

Reaching for a feather
thunder
blue

Is it so high
so far above
or is it that I
have not given enough thought

Time does not exist
we invented a name
to make us feel safe
but instead we count
the minutes until the tea is brewed
and in that “time”
millions, billions, trillions of things
live and die
in the blink of an eye

and we have not given enough
thought to each other
and why should we
when in the blink of an eye
the cup is empty.