Bloom where you are planted…

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


Flowers don’t grow
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…
where they are planted,
an uncomplaining bunch,
in the nourishment
of waterlogged mulch…




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


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

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

Nature’s tongue…

“Heaven is a state of mind, not a location.”
― Wayne Dyer

my own self worth

In quiet spaces where radiance shines,
intoxicating essence
is naturally

I step a little closer
and my image
enthralled in the dialect
of Nature’s tongue…

I speak the language of this sacred Earth,
finding treasure,
in my own



Blue skies…

“If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has the power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive.”
― Eleanora Duse

blue skies

I’m taking time
to find my way
amid the noise
and decay…
to know the silence of just being…
and flourish
into deeper meaning.

Transmuted by divine light
to find myself
with cosmic sight.
believing again
mystical eyes,
each moment of grace supplied…