Take My Breath Away

Seen, felt, heard

breathing ceased

the awe of having

things that can

take your breath

away

To And Fro

The wind is blowing
to and fro, leaves are
swirling round and round
a chill down to the bone
a humming bird trying
to get nectar as the
wind pushes it away
it tries time after time
not to give up, alas
it secures itself to
the narrow perch
and sips the sweet
food it needs to
give it strength, to
do it again
I watch in amazement
thinking all of them had
left to a warmer place

Cleaning Up

Like cleaning house, removing
dirt, dust and grime, the soul needs
cleaning as well. There are habits,
old bothersome debris and people
there that need to be removed.
Clutter of all sorts, that put you
out of sorts, negativity, worry
and mental worn down battery.
Like cleaning house it is time
consuming and hard work
but must be done in order
to have peace within your
soul

Sonder

The realization that each
random passerby is living
a life as vivid and complex
as your own populated with
there own ambitions, friends,
routines, worries and inherited
craziness and epic story that
continues invisibly around you
like an anthill sprawling deep
underground, with elaborate
passageways to thousands of
other lives that you'll never know
existed in which you might appear
only once,as an extra sipping
coffee in the background, as a blur
of traffic passing on the highway,
as a lighted window at dusk

No Accident

It is no accident that i was

brought to a church as a

young girl, met friends

that i often recall. It is

heartwarming to see some

of  the ones from that church 

that have become pastors,

deacons, and church members.

What was then still is.

I was not brought there

by accident, God doesn't

do anything by accident.

I wonder what has become

of others that i have not

come across or read 

about, do they to often

wonder,,,,,,,

In The Dark Of Night

A gasp of crescent moons
has a breath full of stars
drawn deep in the night
as the sun lay exhausted
under the blanket of skies
and it's cotton of clouds,
is a single breath of night
drawn deep from dusk till dawn
and in that blank of night
was a blink of passing sky
It is then that poets awake
resurrected too in the break
as the world pauses enough
for us to catch our own breath

Thoughts And Words

Change your thoughts
into words and the
words come flowing
out, a word is not
said without a thought,
your thoughts come
from inside where
your feelings are bred,
feelings come from
your soul, that inner
quiet space that is yours
to consult, it will always
guide you in the right
direction

Private Space

In you is a private space where
"no visitors allowed" this is
where you meet yourself in
total honesty, where your
willing to dream and desire,
it is where you find answers
to your questions.

Down Under

As a lay back in the
buoyant salty water
i felt as if i was
being coddled by
the turquoise sea
I look up and to
see the blue sky
with puffy white
clouds, the water
messaging my back
from side to side,
i dove back down
into another world
under the sea as a
stingray goes under
me, big, not intimidated
it brushed against me
feeling smooth, a
barracuda visits, curiously
staying long enough
for me to snap a picture.
There is so much to
see, down under the
beautiful sea

Peace

Peace is to me an inner
attitude that you can enjoy
when you've learned to
silence your incessant dialogue
it is not dependent on what
your surroundings look like
or a silent environment. Being
peace is different from looking
for peace. When you learn to be
an energy of peace, attracting
serene, harmonious thoughts
and beings, you will become peace.
You cannot get it from anything
or anyone else

Beautiful People

Besides the obvious beauty
of the island there is something
i did not expect, the beauty of
the people who live there.
There kind nature draws you
to them, the you are astounded
at the wisdom, there happiness
at just being. They do not have
stress, they do what they can
and leave the rest. They are a
people of faith, family and
hard work, healthy because
they have gardens of vegetables
trees of fruit, organic meat.
Slow paced, never take the
beauty around them for granted
excitement in there manor as
they show off there culture.
I took away from this island
the promise to myself, slow
down, see the beauty, real
beauty!

Memories Unfold

Precious memories, how they linger
how they ever flood my soul
in the stillness of the midnight
precious sacred scenes unfold

Slow Dance

I want to live where soul meets body
and let the sun wrap it's arms around me
and bathe my skin in water cool and cleansing
and feel, feel what it's like to be new
and slow dance in the moonlight

Treasures

The treasures in the
chest are memories
over fifty years old,
special pictures of
older days, babies,
friends, places and
firsts. The braided
ponytail the first
time i cut my long
hair, the heart box,
vet and children's
vaccinations, grade
cards, mine and the
children's. A wig
from long ago, cards
and gifts, handmade,
the old Bible as it
needs protection, so
fragile, a cap and
gown that once was
blue, now turned
purple, a tooth in
a little metal box left
for the fairy in
exchange for money.
Many treasures in that
chest of memories,
yet some have never
made it there, they
remain in my mind.

One Womans Art

Picturesque, postcard perfect
paintings, perhaps perfection
was the problem. Sticking to
realism no matter how stark,
her passion. The sea scape's
the lush Forrest's, though
something missing. Her works
sold making her rich beyond
her imagination, still she
longed for excitement of
the new, different.
She took a long working
vacation, going through
small towns until she came
upon an old town, that had
the air of old age with all
it's aches and pains. Salt and
wind had weathered the
buildings, picking away at
the paint, scarring the windows
no frills or gingerbread here.
Each building served it's purpose.
Dry goods, post office, pharmacy.
Here she found what she had longed
for. A old lighthouse, a sturdy cottage,
old everywhere. She found herself
in the paintings day after day
capturing beauty where it was not.

Precious Moments

Regard our lives as
precious moments
making up our days.
focus less on the big
picture of building
a large body of evidence
that proves our accomplishments
and more on the true wonders
in our life, the kind where
we find unexpected beauty
that will be remembered
with a wistful smile

Natures Clock

Green leaves tumble to
the ground crunching
under footsteps. Soon
they will turn colors
on trees and begin
there cycle. Baby birds
now confident on there
own having fledged some
time back. Flowers producing
less blooms, the sunsets
appearing earlier, all
signs of natures clock
ticking. Let me go rest
now they say, i will return
come spring, stronger
bigger with my display
tic, tic, tic

Old Farm House

Sleep does not come
in the upstairs bedroom
of the farm house, with
it's slanted ceilings a
single light bulb overhead
the stifling heat laying by
the window, not a breeze
to be felt, beads of sweat
sinking into the sheets,
praying for a breath of
cool air. falling to sleep
out of exhaustion only to
wake up in a few minutes
feeling the humidity upon
waking even though a
shower had been taken
not that long ago.  these nights
and days of humid weather,
thunder and lightning with
no rain, the memories of
the old farm house have
left only warm, wonderful
times of a child's past.

Within Yourseld

The dream within yourself,
extraordinary creations, a
place to hang out and imagine
for a while. be what you want
to be, your thoughts align with
creative energy, they match your
desires.
Dream and you will become

Just A Facade

Strange feelings as
i go by my high school
i couldn't find it first
time around, i knew where
it was, just didn't recognise
it. The church i went to
was nothing like it was.
I felt a strange empty
feeling, i couldn't even
find my old house and got
lost. Progress everywhere
around, i didn't recognise
my surroundings. Such
an odd feeling that churned
my stomach. I pulled over
and sat for a while, pondering
over the feelings that were
constant in my head. After
a while i thought it doesn't
matter the physical changes
my memories are fresh in my
mind. Memories that will
always be from back then,
as i drove away a smile on my
face, this is just a facade. the
real is in my mind,,,

Tatiana

I sat talking to some folks
at the ranch, i looked up
and my eyes blinked. The
most beautiful blackest of
black Friesian horse came
in with her tall blond owner.
I was introduced, but my eye
was still on that magnificent
beauty. I started asking about
the horse, her training and
so forth. The owner asked
if i would like to ride her,
i was already there running
my hands over this seventeen
hand, seven year old horse. The
stirrups of the saddle were up
just below my chest. My
thoughts were, how do i get
up there. She told me the
men had to do it. I got a
two hands up and got astride
the horse. This was a bucket
list moment for me. We
started off and it was the most
powerful animal i had ever rode.
I could feel the strength as we
walked away. Her manners were
meticulous, the slightest command
i gave her was returned, to my delight.
I started trotting her, it was a solid hard
trot. Her girth was so wide i couldn't
step down in the stirrups, i just went into
a faster mode not caring a bit. When
i finished or should say thought i should
give her back i went back and slid off
the saddle. With a wide grin on my
face i was ecstatic then said thank you
to this beauty named Tatiana!

Another Day

Under a crescent moon
a breath full of stars
deep in the night as
the sun lay exhausted
and in the blank of night
a blink of stars swim
across the sky
as the sun arises a blanket
of cotton clouds from
dusk till dawn another
day passes

Carry On

Never look back.....carry on!
We are here on earth for
such a short time...let's not
waste time on the petty details.
Move ahead and prosper!
Fill the vessel of life with light,
even if it is cracked!

Cycles

Seasons mark the symphony
of change, reflecting human
emotions and cycles, leaves
falling from autumn trees encourage
us to let go with ease, snow covered
gardens in winter reflect a time for
reflection and withdrawal, while
the buds of spring exalt re-birth and
regeneration, summer sunshine with
it's warmth and brightness, generates
the potential for fully blossomed energies

The Sounds Of Quiet

I sat out in a delightful
warm evening, taking
in the surroundings
the sound of water
trickling from the
fountains, the birds
not yet silent, the slight
breeze moving the leaves
on the trees. All is quiet
but that of nature. I covered
my ears to complete silence.
My sense of smell sharpened,
nature again present, i closed
my eyes and took in the smells.
It was then that i realized there
is quiet and dead silence. The
quiet is soothing sounds of
nature, by then the crickets
started there chatter, loudly
they rubbed there wings quite
happy with there tune. I on the
other hand felt they were invading
my quiet. As they continued
i let them in my quiet with all
the other nature and it came
together as peaceful quiet

Mental Energy

If you focus on what others
expect of you, you'll continue
to act on and attract more of
what they desire for you, but
when you can shift your inner
thoughts to what you intend to
create and attract, you will no
longer have to give mental energy
to what others want for you

They Don't See It

As time has gone by
things have gotten
lost
Our younger children
of today do not look
around at nature
they don't see it
the beauty of the
universe
they don't see it
the mountains, streams
and waterfalls
they don't see it
the spectacular sunsets
they don't see it
sex, drugs and alcohol
they SEE that!!!
They have no values
they stay home with there
electronics and are
quite content not
to work
To have seen, felt , explored
as i have is a great loss for
them
they don't see it!!!

In The Still Of The Night

The heat has subsided
late at night as i sit in
the warm dark, fresh
air, silence except for
a few crickets, the lizards
and birds have long gone
to there resting place. I look
up at the diamonds twinkling
in the sky and wonder.Things
look, sound and feel different
in the still of the dark of night.
I continue the endless wondering
from thought to thought, so
many thoughts with no one to
answer my many questions
Its different in the still of
the night

A Clean Canvas

A clean canvas to which
we are not painters, we
sketch and paint lines of
life, sketchy shapes , a canvas
of erratic inks, prints, dribbles
things of the mind where ever
it takes us

Change

Change is inevitable
it is not always welcome
or easy to deal with, it
can upset your world and
generate many conflicting
feelings, however, it is those
very moments when everything
looks hopeless that you have a
real chance to grow into
something better, what the
Caterpillar calls the end of
the world, you call a butterfly!

Tough, Wise, Loving

She wasn't afraid of anything
except a mouse. She would
take out the rifle and shoot
a black snake while it was
stealing chicken eggs, she
shot a pair of geese after
putting up with there constant
fighting, saying "I've had enough!
She smacked a cow up side the
head for trying to kick while she
was milking, the cats enjoying
the occasional milk that came
there way. She was not a woman
to cross and don't even try to
lie to her, you wouldn't know
what or where you had been.
BUT if she seen a mouse in the
house get out of the way, she
hopped up on the kitchen table
one time. On the flip side, she
was a wise, loving respected
by everyone loving person. Only
for your own good in mind.
I frequently stayed with my Aunt,
her and i were like peas and carrots.
She taught me more than anyone in
my childhood. As an adult i would
go back to Kansas every year to the
family reunion Memorial weekend.
I would stay a week or two, loving
the talks and laughing at stories of
long ago. The day she died expectantly
a piece of me went with her, as know
one could ever come close to being
the person she was. I loved being
on the farm with her and see us
together in my thoughts gives me
strength that no one else could have.

The Yellow Cat

The yellow cat comes
every morning and sits
quietly beside a hole
that goes under the shed
it sits there for at least
thirty minutes then wonders
off. I watch this every morning
wondering if the cat had
seen a rabbit or squirrel go in
there, most likely a sent.
Watching the cat for a while
as usual i was startled when
it snagged something, a baby
rabbit, my heart quickened
as the cat took the baby and
with pride sped off over the
fence. Stunned i felt a sense
of sadness. Knowing nature
is just the way it is didn't
me feel any better that day
The cat continues to come
in the mornings, i no longer
watch it and it's patience
for fear i might just see it's
proud face once more

Musing in the warm night air

Out in the warm night
air, i look up and wonder
wishing i could see what
Hubble sees. The many
mysteries of space yet
unknown to us, the beauty
of what we can see does
not compare. Wishing
i could see the Northern
lights, the birth and death
of a star. The smell of the
warm night air lets me
linger and just muse

Results Of Nature

Every time we step out
in nature, there are so
many wonders to be
found when you leave
the well-known paths
We are seeing an abundance
of life, but we also see the
results of the death, decay and
rebirth that is inherent to the
cycles of life

Seasons

Autumn's flush in wilting
Winter's hush in melting
But for this free spirit is
springs promise of summer's sun

Reality

What you consider real
may have no actual reality
Like a dream, it is real while
it is happening, as you awake
it may still seem as if it were
a reality, but later on you
think of it and the feeling
that you had when you woke
up is no longer there and
you are fully aware that it
was not real. Dreams that
have a person you have cared
about and are now gone
are mostly good dreams for
me, giving me comfort and
joy. The reality of this dream
are of things remembered,
things that once were.
The sequences of this dream
becomes out of sync, so
it becomes not actual
reality

Eyes Closed

Some things are
enhanced when
you close your
eyes, a prayer,
a kiss, a dream,
shutting the world
out, keeping focused,
staring with your
eyes closed. Letting
your feelings flow
with thought, not
sight.

Starry, Starry Night

Starry, starry night.
Paint your palette blue and grey,
Look out on a summer's day,
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and the daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chills,
In colors on the snowy linen land.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

Starry, starry night.
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,
Swirling clouds in violet haze,
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.
Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,
Weathered faces lined in pain,
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand.

Now I understand what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they did not know how.
Perhaps they'll listen now.

For they could not love you,
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night,
You took your life, as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you.

Starry, starry night.
Portraits hung in empty halls,
Frameless head on nameless walls,
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.
Like the strangers that you've met,
The ragged men in the ragged clothes,
The silver thorn of bloody rose,
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.

Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,
How you suffered for your sanity,
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen, they're not listening still.
Perhaps they never will...

"Vincent"

Love this
song, the
words are
perfect

Emotion

I can't explain emotion
or art to you, you have
to find what touches your
heart when you encounter
it. I can't help you do that,
that is something you must
do on your own

Just another day

Birds, ladybugs and butterflies
all this beauty before my eyes
natures art continues to display
for all to see during the day
the starlit nights puts on a show
crickets sing there tunes while
the moon is aglow
dawn and dusk we see each day
the sun comes over the hill
and goes down ever still

Bliss

Pleasure is momentary
bliss is timeless
pleasure comes and goes
bliss never goes, it is in the
core of your being.
Pleasure can be snatched
away, bliss cannot.
Bliss is something you
discover in your innermost
nature. You have to look
inwards not take it for granted
You cannot find it on the outside
it is not there

Falling Star

As i look into the night
sky, i see a falling star, as
i prefer to call it. The amazing
streak of light falling into the
earths atmosphere. The short
lived trail of light will burn
up soon as i watch it disappear,
wishing for another

Radio Astronomy

Just roaming around and i
came upon the Winward
College Radio Observatory
in Hawaii. The "radio noise
storms" can be heard on there
complex system.
Radio Astronomy is facinating!
Jupiter and it's volcanic moon
sounds like ocean waves breaking
up on a beach, some like popcorn
popping or a handful of pebbles
thrown onto a tin roof.
The sun during a solar flare sounds
like a rapid hissing noise.
I heard the sound of planetary music
they call Keplers "music".
Facinating!

The Camera

At times my brain acts
like a fast shutter on a
camera, pictures of
various people, places
or things. At times
an annoying distraction
others welcomed.
At times the camera
shutter goes to slow
 speed and sharper
images are displayed.
Some are still shots
frozen vivid in my
brain

Wonderful Life

 .              

When i looked at this picture i could easily see my self as a child, i would

fit in so easily. Skipping rocks in the

water, climbing trees, walking the rocks. Nature in all it's beauty surrounding me. She even looks as

i would, yes what a wonderful life it

would have been,,,,,







The Place

The place where the
forest meets the sea
A canvas and brush
and me
With every stroke of
the brush
i can hear and smell
the sounds, don't have
to rush
There is no set time
for me to leave
the warmth of the sun
a slight breeze under
a tree
The sun is ready to set
sprinkles fall not to
mind getting wet
I walk to the water
dark by now, still as
warm as through the
day, swimming far
away.
As i start back in the
calm clear water
i will come another day

A Million Questions

As a young girl i remember
and maybe took for granted
the ones that stood out, as
time went on you go on with
your journey but those that
stood out are never forgotton
curiosity comes to visit and
you wonder. Some you see, or
hear from again and are naive
enough to think you can ask
a million questions

Chapters

I create chapters
in my book of life
some good some
no so much
These chapters or
memories will continue
as long as i am
The book will be
exciting only to me
not to be handed
down as it would
mean nothing to
anyone else

Wonders

As we try to understand
the complex world we live
in, we have wonders,
everything has it's wonders
even darkness and silence
more wonders in this universe
than you could ever have dreamt
Are the wonders you seek within
yourself?
Wonders are the seed of our science
we can always reclaim our sense of
wonder

Wonderful Thoughts

A picture sent to me
memories flooded
my mind, such good
memories.
The picture was of my
teen years, the Pike
a place where you
could go just to
hang out with friends
no worries about being
afraid at night there
not then. The picture
was of the Cyclone Racer
a roller coaster, huge made
of wood. As i looked at
it seemed so much larger
now than i remember.
The lights of bright colors
brought back so many
good times. As i stared
at the picture lost in
thought
It is no longer there, torn
down to make way for
progress, but in my mind
it will always be there

A fleeting Thought

As I venture outside the cold
seems to take my breath away
far to many days the frigid
temperature tries to keep me
in the stuffy warmth.
I drive along with the sun in
my face, warmth coming
from the windshield, my mind
can not keep me from the
warm days of summer. Out
for early morning walks,
tending my yard with loving
care, the birds and nature alive,
happy in the warmth even hot
days. The sun on my body feeding
me, giving me energy. Then as
fast as the thought came, it had
to go as I had to get out again
into the cold and leave it for
another day

Hourglass

Watching the sand in the hourglass
as it silently trickles away
seeing time slip through my fingers
as quickly as the days go
looking at each grain of sand
as a tiny piece of time
to small to be measured
turned upside down
to continue its
journey