everything is gently waving
hello hello hello
grown taller and outward
showing off their finery
a land of lush greens
all vying for recognition
gentle world of vegetation
hello hello hello
everything is gently waving

Hills that look like whales
cavorting across a sky sea
Dawn only ever half asleep
yawns into the night dreaming
While all gentle stars shining
peek over the days horizon
fading into a blue tomorrow

silence has claimed me
the vastness of space
has dissolved all limits
constantly pointing-
out her lover hiding
there
just over the horizon
Blushing the sky
crimson

these are the times of flowering
throwing out seeds to the winds
birds eggs nests and hatchings
learning to fly in stillness and wind
to balance on spindly legs while
walking on the rotating seasons
bat flight in moon light and insects
by the millions all alive and living
short seasonal thanksgivings
hymning to the universe that's
black and cold with stars warming
other worlds who rotate barren
of life and look on with great envy

the night has waved goodbye over the cusp of today
and all yes all the birds are singing their symphony
the sea calm mirror as ever these summer days still
half asleep with token ripples waves to the moon
who disappeared with his girlfriends the stars hours ago
but now where is that golden orb we all know you are
coming in the fullness of your burning where are you
we see your presence simply because we can see
we wait for your entrance rising above our small horizons

Summer Is The Time For Heat
And For Wildflower Blossoms

*~Marian~

of  this spring
surges  through
my veins
promise of sunshine
and rain
anticipation of pleasure
and pain
nourished
by the sweet life
lucky  harvest  of
earth born
strawberry delight
too soon  it's all over  
only stains
remain

It takes a strange courage to submit to stasis
a gentle acceptance to admit to accordance
a small release to move with grace.

It takes a surprising effort to allow joy to enter
to reveal my belly with trust for all the world,
to allow my hangdog face to return to the kennel.

I watch many move in cool hues, violets and blues,
the slow step of broken people, crushed by crushes, worn with work
as the common connecting thread, the rope bright red held by toddlers at daycamp so no one gets lost.

Sadness has become a language, a lingo so powerful that crowded rooms have little else to say. Whomever heralds the heaviest woe wins. Misery begets fine company. I've watched friends form from frayed souls that fate has patched together, I have watched lovers born from mourning.

I'm so tired of weeping. I'm not sad anymore.

I want to throw open every pair of crossed arms I see like shutters on locked windows. I seek the bravery to tell the world how happy I truly am and accept it as something other than a defeat- I want to laugh even though it will set me apart.

If I can light up a single room it will be enough. A tiny sun may feel lonely, but if it burns bright the rest will orbit.

Never will I permit the easy current of melancholy to drown me.

No more will I hide from the beauty of my life.

Let’s come
And have a fun
With numbers
To strengthen your balance sheet!

Let’s count.......
‘How many Kilogram of Oxygen you inhale per day?’
‘How many litres of water and energy required
for the food you consume per day?
How much ..................? .......................

Let’s calculate....
“Multiply the already estimated amount
By the total days you already spend on this planet.”
How much .........? ..............................  

Let’s assess the cost..........
“Multiply the amount of Oxygen, Water and Energy
with their respective present market price.”
How much.........? ..............................  

Let’s incorporate everything in your balance sheet,
Repay it to nature and
get the tax clearance from the Planet .......

I choose to be happy because who likes to be sad?
How can we have a good life if all we think is bad?
When the water gets rough the tough ride the waves,
There's better things to do then complain about your days,
Exercise choice to strengthen your fate,
Time is unlimited so its never too late,
If your trapped in your mind escape from that prison,
it's easy just as simple as making the decision,
Close your eyes and really take a listen,
Silence is the noise you must have been missing,
Then open your eyes and view this beauty,
One fact of life is its gorgeous truly.

You own
the skies
the stars
the seas
the mountains
the valleys
and You want
my heart.