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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from my spirit I belonglsml

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.

Am I?

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Am I
What-where, who-how, when and why, am I?

Am I some idea,
whose time has come,
ever expanding and expressing,
the mind I’m from?

in symbolic gestures,
like words on a page
that come to life.
Actors on a stage,
in fulfillment or contraction,
make meaningful my reaction.

Could I be,
one with God?
That part of me
firmly planted on the sod?

Or if I ask who?
Am I just another you?

Can where and when,
be here and now?

and is why then,
the truth I allow?

Am I the warrior
and romancer?

Am I the question
and the answer?

Yes I Am.

Little Proofs

Little proofs

`little proofs

Little proofs appear,
a dot here and there,
a certain feeling
in the atmosphere,
a fragrance in the air.

A breeze whistling past my ears
just when my attention is needed.
A melody that my heart hears,
whose message should be heeded.

What has always
been hidden,
is hidden no longer.
I’m not kiddin’,
its getting much stronger.

I am the maker of
peace and strife.
I am the Author of
my book of life.


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In a closeness
that’s truly divine,
where the self reveals
to another in time.
God appeals
for a way to be,
coveting vulnerability,
and allow you to
deep into me see.

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Will Power- Transformation

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Will Power - Transformation

You can not will it
to be over,
that do-be, do-be, do..
The cycle just goes
on and on,
until its time is due.

you can fake it
for a moment’s lie,
and you can fool
yourself too,
but the harder you try,
will just prove,
that its the greater of you.

Only surrender
and a long persistence,
can provide the evidence,
that you can go the distance.

Then like magic,
yielding lost treasures,
seemingly by chance,
whose open heart’s eye
sees only abundance.

On a barren, winter-frosted tree,
as the sunlight’s shadows dim,
an unseen light shines brightly,
and at the edge of a naked limb,
rests an abandoned bird’s nest,
with half-eaten seeds,
grieving for what I guessed,
gave rise as my thoughts decreed;
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