Saturday reflections…

“Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting – over and over announcing your
place in the family of things.”
― Mary Oliver

saturday serenade
stop along the way
be drawn by reflections,
hold color within your breath,
and loose all direction… on gritty paths
of fortitude, 
she pardons every sin,
cloud formations
bless you,
and favor strokes your skin… scramble from grumbling,
be astonished by the sights
of lucid wild geese,
of phosphorescent heights…
Lamentations are freed
and absorbed
by the flora,
afflictions will dissipate
and become
radiant auras…
You don’t have to walk for miles
just settle
on the banks;
and feel great admiration
for a cosmos
giving thanks…

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Sometimes…

Blessed be those who looked for you
and found you, their kind hands
urgent to open a blue window
in the gray wall formed around you.
― John O’DonohueTo Bless the Space Between Us: A Book of Blessings

full force

Sometimes it hits me
full force
head on
like a freight train
crushing my bones
turning me to dust…
And only a tiny spark
hides in plain sight
wanting to reach me
and bring me back to life…
The kindling
of my very last hopes
and dreams
in ashes
trembling
watching till the bitter end…
And the credits roll out
and all I can see
is the list
of light-filled souls
who stood by me!

Recipe for removal of bitterness…

I was going to participate in the poetry month for April but I realize it takes up so much of my time, so I’m going to do it intermittently… 🙂
This is my recipe for April the first! (one day late)

recipe for bitterness

Mix in sweet gratitude and let it seep…
Take dollops
of surrender
And pour in deep…
Let presence enfold you
immersing the pain,
on a low heat of forgiveness
whisk in the remains…
of grace and mercy,
with heapfuls of love,
blended with compassion,
and using kit gloves,
sharpness will boil away, as you ladel out blessings
count them very slowly,
it may be messy…
it may take courage to let it dissolve,
bake on high and
you will evolve…

bitterness is removed
with loads of patience
serve with love
and dedication…

Bloom where you are planted…

“Bloom where you are planted!”
-Saint Francis de Sales

cosmos

Flowers don’t grow
weary,
they rise up
with the sun
spending their days frolicking 
hardly overcome!
And when the seasons change
they rest for a while,
till the next time
you see them
glowing undefiled…
They festoon
our gardens
in worshipful praise,
with carefree abandonment, brightening our days…
Blossoming
where they are planted,
an uncomplaining bunch,
basking
in the nourishment
of waterlogged mulch…

Snapshots…

“Be present in all things and thankful for all things.”
― Maya Angelou

snapshots

Snapshots
of carefree days,
sunflowers in bright array,
resuscitating
downcast moods,
in contemplative interludes…

gratitude expressed
in words,
sometimes chirped
by early birds,
in brief moments, the unhurried muse,
gently bequeaths
breathtaking views…