Nature is imagination

“The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.” – William Blake  – Buy here

Nature is imagination

Just sitting here, thinking;
a sparkle of wine drinking;
desiring, wanting to see
a beautiful, golden tree.

So I close my eyes,
sever my worldly ties,
sit silently, very still,
imagining all that I will.

The summer’s breeze,
blowing from the North,
hear those rustling leaves
sway back and forth.

Behold;
what dreams inside,
where I really reside.
Outpicturing from me,
a sun soaked,
beautiful golden tree
– for everyone to see.

a Butterfly and Robin

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Butterfly and Robin

a Butterfly and a Robin,
flew up to the same tree,
and I couldn’t help but notice
how differently.

The Butterfly’s orange wings
traced her graceful flight.
The Robin’s orange breast
the same color in the light.

I watched in amazement
as the sacrifice was made,
not knowing what it all meant,
till 4 open mouths displayed.

It wasn’t ugly, mean or sad,
it seemed a willing act.
It wasn’t either good or bad,
but was quite beautiful in fact..

We are Nature

We are Nature                You can buy here

We are natureOur relationship with nature is more one of being than having.  We are nature: we do not have nature.  Steven Harper

There is so much to learn
from all you encounter.
Everywhere you turn,
whether we succeed or
whether we flounder.

Everything has something
that can teach you well.
Listen and be rewarded
in its magical spell.

always filters through me

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always filters through mesmlA maker and creator of our world.

So many ways
to express how I see,
but always through
the filters in me

In words and pictures,
in music and dance,
in sports and studies,
in games of chance.

It can cause real trouble,
if I choose to judge,
my opinions, in a bubble,
so firm I won’t budge.

It can cause a grace,
if instead, I choose love,
and expressing this face,
brings heaven from above.

Everything that we are is a creation,
and everything we say, a vibration.
So what creative juices light your fire
what things can you now do,
to help lift us all up from the mire.

hold no one beholden

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hold no one beholden

In a world of
me vs. not me,
competition is king
so the animal in you
overcomes everything.

But a much better rule
that’s timeless,
and so damn cool
it shines golden.
Give,
and hold nothing
and no one beholden.

Crystal and me

“A special feral cat whose name is Crystal – rich okun

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It was a cold winters day,
when first she came.
All cloudy and gray,
never to be the same.

Trees glistened with ice,
frozen branches drooped low.
The winds carried advice,
the name ‘crystal’ bestow.

White snows contrasting,
black – brown colored fur.
Our friendship long lasting,
the angels concur.

And several times,
each day and every nite,
when the dinner bell chimes,
she’d appear in the light.

For years this went on,
as our friendship rang true.
Then one day happened upon,
when one became two.

A big surly male,
in her presence I saw,
with his striped crooked tail,
and his very large paw.

I could tell she was mated,
and we welcomed him too,
their story was fated,
a family that grew.

The next day we were blessed,
our whole life was then changed,
3 kittens at her breast,
grass and stones rearranged.

They danced and they played,
they bobbled and jumped,
great skills were displayed,
though they sometimes just thumped.

As the months passed on by,
disappearing one by one,
each time I sat down to cry;
and then there were none.

A great sadness overcame,
it was just Crystal and me.
In nature there’s no blame,
once again, only we.

The other day when I called,
was no singer nor dancer.
I shouted and I bawled,
a question with no answer.

I’d grown used to her coming,
each day and every nite.
My worry was numbing,
my thoughts turned to fright.

But just now she came home,
I’m as happy as can be.
I know she’s bound to roam,
but for now,
once again its just Crystal and me.

 

a story that has been told,
Crystal remains very close but still wants to retain her wild side. Her story continues..

The Dance of the Cottonwoods

The Dance of the Cottonwood – every year the cottonwood trees shed their seeds – In Native American cultures the Cottonwood tree is very sacred and used as the center pole in their Sundance.       Buy prints click

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The Dance of the Cottonwood

Each year,
from one,
ten thousand thousands come.
Seeds,
divinely fantasied,
to shake up the humdrum.

Shadows cast tall
upon the ground.
Seedlings free fall
without a sound.

Caught in a glance,
at once its made,
an orchestrated dance,
so deftly displayed.

Against a backdrop
of green,
in the body of Spring,
a snowy wintery scene,
all surrounding,
takes wing.

From my window’s sights
I see a ballerina dance,
among the dotted whites,
of these seeds advance.

Their chaos gently soften,
to the winds calming force.
I don’t see this very often,
drawn ever closer,
to the source.

The Inner You

The world is a mirror, forever reflecting what you are doing within yourself. – Neville Goddard.               buy prints here

The inner you

Wherever is your heart,
so do you express
with choices you impart,
and upon your soul impress.

Can the senses look
inside your heart?
My foundations shook
when I read Descartes.

Now go and share
your inner key,
it will make you aware
of all you can’t see.

In your world appears
from what you really are;
now break new frontiers,
and raise the bar.