a prayer

In our midsts
Would that WISDOM and
COMPASSION grow,
Stronger and steadier-
Nurturing our looks,
Values and Belief -
More than fear that
Feeds violence.

tantrums

Spring is nowhere
In sight...

Cold spells and
Moody clouds

Permeate a climate
Displaying tantrums undisguised:

dandelions drooping,
sprigs turning brown,

sandals laying in wait,
tired boots wanting to retreat,

blackbirds crooning the blues...
when Winter overstays.

SENSES....

Listening, hear
The melody of Life;

Smelling, detect
Its bouquet;

Touching, feel
Its temperature;

Tasting, savour
Its flavor;

Moving, display
Its liberty, and

Seeing, recognize
Above all that the

Human -
In you, in me

In them is
The same

from a clay of broken promises
one fashions a bowl of
new dreams.

tears roll with ease
on cheeks abandoned
by smile.

As living unfolds..

In the shadows
Who appears with

What and How
In tow while

Where roams
'Round n 'round

In a neighborhood
Half-asleep.

tempers rise
egos raging wild,
"Global WARming!"
Nature WARns.

FAITH is like a tune
In melodies Day and Night
Dance to;

HOPE, their salon – with
Limitless and diverse
Ballrooms, while

CHARITY, by its nature, full of
Grace, hosts this rendezvous
19 sept.2013
8:00 am

Who am I?

a crescent moon
cuddling a lullaby..

an accolade unfolding
in humanity’s womb...

an intent, perpetual
as life.

Who am I?

- a shimmering darkness
mirrored on the ocean floor;

a smoke silencing the cries
of debris burning;

a mirage leading a shadow
in the forest of desires...

Who am I?

can you feel the earth move?
such is prayer - that profound
asking responding
to profound needs.

compassion, like
true kindness
glow brightest
in the dark

dust, too tends
to settle on
mountain tops.

stillness
unemploys words

bye and bye
in scorching heat
a soft breeze soothes
a petal's burning cheek.

Who am I...?

One who rebels against
All types of subjugation;

One who with every breath refutes
Death's fear-mongering;

One who in joy and sorrow
Believes in Life, everlasting.

Among Others...

In Life's
Ups' and downs'
Compassion
Showed Up when
I was absent.

a point of view

while eastward
dawn, arms
wide open

welcomes day
bright and
light, and

westward
dusk spreads
mat welcoming night....

shadows lurking
no more
appear


animating
sleep-walkers
with make-believes.

representative...

retribution
vengeance
punishment;

remembering
integrating
reconciling;

repetition
opportunity
adventure;

horizontal
vertical
diagonal;

circling
networking
spiralling

are notions
are motions.
Ah, HUMAN...

When Silence replaces
Noise - out goes emptiness, too.