scratching love hearts in tree bark
poetry solid as Oak

carving a little deeper
and deeper still...

Seashells so pretty
Blue ocean that calls to me
Beneath shadows dream

Delicate the bud
Like the heart not yet open
A love incomplete

Forest in moonlight
Indigo spills into night
Teal the moss aglow

used to have to walk for miles
having much needing to be healed

now a stroll around the garden
-a little piece of paradise

or a drive around the Island
and beauty astounds

all this leading to a heartfelt
Thank you to the Divine.

crisp air invigorates the mind
a breath of pure clear ocean

a little understanding unwinds for the seeker
generational faultlines intwined with perfection
- loves final goal of all revealed understanding