Enjoy Your Presence
This old man in his eyes I see sadness.
Tha dullup! ta dullup! tat! tat! tat!
The rain falls at it own pace and rhythm
Sometimes peaceful. Other times mean and unpredictable.
Tha dullup. ta dullup. tat! tat! tat!
If it is silent, is it really rain?
A coolness overcomes me as I let the rhythm in.
Tha dullup. ta dullup. tat. tat. tat.
The sound is steadier now.
Settled into a smoother pattern.
Tha dullup. ta dullup. tat. tat. tat?
Has been replaced with
A richer sound indicating everything is wet.
Tha dullup! ta dullup! tat! tat! tat!
Just a memory of the beginning
Of the current downfall. Wash and clean.
Wash and clean.
She roars, purrs and manages my anger.
Boiling at times even seething at my calmness of the situation
Her angers pushes against the bars of decency and expected behavior.
Eventually roaring becomes mumbling and pacing.
Soon there is peace then confidence. The Tiger joins me.
Or maybe I join her. Something soothes the beast.
Her beauty and strength have become essential to my survival.
I embrace her from the core of who I am.
I love the beast. When we wrestle I feel … so alive!
If she is quiet by my side, I feel peace in her heartbeat.
When I walk, roam, hunt or enter a meeting,
Her strength is my confidence.
There’s a Bengal Tiger beneath the surface.
The crash of the wave over the granite shore
Dripping away defeated by the rocky cliff
The stability that eventually will be worn down
And drift to the sandy depths of the ocean floor …
Stars sparkling
At the edge of consciousness.
Each of us
In our own personal galaxy.
We meet in
The space between our planets.
Stars collide
And we connect. An experience
We all know,
But can never fully describe.
On this side there is a great stillness.
On this side I feel the calm.
On the inside I sense it. Breathe. Breathe.
Deeply. Before falling off into
Whatever. Whatever the day brings.
There will be a journey, take it joyfully.
Let the day have its way with you.
Creation include struggle and contrast
That are sometimes so strong. Sometimes
so blinding, you feel like giving up. Breathe. Breathe.
Creation includes satisfaction and joy.
Intense joy…
Creation expands you, your mind, your essence,
and our Universe.
We are grateful
Orange, pink, purple.
The glow of it over the horizon.
Pushing through the clouds.
The contrast of clouds. Cold still there … waiting.
Pressing forward into the day
The light would have its way.
There could be joy and abundance.
There could be sickness and sorrow.
Everything smells new.
A fresh start neither prosperous or bankrupt.
A fresh start
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