Lost beloved, found

Words of wisdom came to me at last
”the beloved you’ve lost
the one you’ve been seeking outside
can only be found inside” – Rumi     Buy print HERE
lost beloved found

High and low,
and all around,
down, and out,
and all about.

But, when we are still,
and look deep within,
our destiny is in free will,
the divine, under our skin.

a cloud

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a cloud3
I called upon
a cloud today,
and watched it
come to be.
More than coincidence,
I dare say,
this apparition that
now I see.

How did I do that?
I have no idea.
from where I sat,
a thought
made a cloud appear.

the hummingbird came

“My story begins with when the hummingbird came to me one Saturday morning talking to my Uncle: I knew at the moment I arrived here on Mother Earth the reason I was here was to be a witness, to help birth a new earth by saying yes to it. My mission is to bless the flowers and be blessed by them and to reveal to others the sacred beauty of the earth. Thanks Creator.” – Raven Redbone

We all have a story,
so the story is told.
To live in our glory,
to have and to hold.

Mine is like yours,
all a part of the we.
Each hummingbird ensures
to unlock, that masterkey.

Hear beneath their twitters,
that ‘yippidee!’ melody.
Soft iridescent flitters,
‘come fiy with me’.

you sent the winds

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You sent the winds,
felled ancient trees,
an old pattern rescinds,
in the warm April breeze.

no fanfare at all

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No blare of trumpets,
no pomp and circumstance.
No flyover jets,
nor ceremonial dance.

No muss,
no fuss,
no fanfare at all.
Silently you appear
just before nightfall.

Why then is there
this electric excitement
and all this hullabaloo?
Its only me
expressing my
deepest love to you.

I ain’t no Rumi

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I ain't no Rumi

I ain’t no Rumi
and I’m no
William Blake,
go ahead and sue me
if its more
than you can take.

I’m not a Picasso,
nor Michelangelo.
I’m just a mellow,
creatively inclined fellow,
who’s been touched
by Great mystery,
and succumbed to her bite,
impelled to tell
my history
in what I live,
paint and write.

Walk in the ordinary

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walk in the ordinary You walk
in the ordinary,
in the mundane
and the everyday.

In the routine,
and the necessary,
molding your
potter’s clay.

With not,
a whimper or a bang,
not a cheer or a boo,
not a yin or a yang,
it just happens to you.

Something deep inside,
awakens and knows,
the secrets of creation,
and how life really goes.

Today I am a Cardinal

 Just before dawn,
a very noisy scene,
took place on the lawn,
braking up our daily routine.
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lighter cardinal

What a ruckus this morning,
when without any warning,
and with no relief, or surcease,
a bluejay disturbed the peace.

Then, from out of nowhere,
dashed a brilliant-bright red.
And from this tussled pair,
feathers everywhere were spread.

With his lover’s nest so close, 
the Cardinal would have none of that.
The Bluejay turned white as a ghost,
after being shown where its at.

I put my Jacket on to keep me warm,
then for a puppy-run,to keep good form.

While walking in the park,
I heard a faint hawk cry,
my puppy started to bark,
when I saw a bluejay nearby.

Betrayed the culprit behind
the call that wasn’t true,
not from who it was designed,
(with a dash of royal blue).

Clever little fellow,
with trickery and deceit,
wanted to disrupt
the mellow,
and the Red-Robin’s
family retreat.

On the ground,
the Robin nervously pacing,
bobbing up and down,
her troubled heart was racing.
So I clapped my hands,
and the Bluejay flew away.

Grateful, the Robin lands,
on her nested hideaway.
As I brushed off my overcoat
I noticed;
it was brilliant-bright red.
‘Just like this morning’s Cardinal,
an antidote
to the commotion’- I said.

It was then, I knew
that a single thread,
runs through all things.
to be mystically fed,
by the King of Kings.

From my spirit I belong

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In silent contemplation
a friend comes along.
It doesn’t matter my location,
‘cause from spirit I belong.

With my eyes tightly closed,
whatever angels I seek,
behind eyelids, superimposed,
as mystical signs bespeak.

And your world responds
to the passions you feel.
The inner you, corresponds,
and you live that real deal.