Silent Dancer

Your green hair still, 

As the morning wind has yet to take flight;

A silhouette I know too well —

Rigid and free-flowing hips,

Dancing through the day and night,

Graceful and pure;

Your figure — 

Enduring and beautiful;

My eyes caught you in the act

This precious image —

A welcome sight to my sun-stroked breath

One I can depend on,

But must hold onto deeply today

For enduring does not mean unchanging

And nature will take its course

Silent dancer, 

Both home and witness to the noise

For you are the reason

And In the morning following your departure,

Your echo must be living proof

The noises will still flourish

The Pine

Silent green giant

In all your still wisdom,

Touching the waking sky

So close to both earth and heaven —

Home to all:

The lovers

The givers 

the takers

And the watchers —

But my heart, too.

The Sword

The path of peace does not come without conflict;

We must face our fears

As well as other people

To reach them, as well as ourselves

Armed with the most brilliant weapon — 

Our hearts reflected

With it, we must cut through the fog

And let light shine through

We must bear the sword responsibly —

For it can both build and ruin,

And acknowledge that sometimes, 

We must destroy before we can create

The dilemma of using our words wisely;

The choice is yours to make

Crickets

Whatever emotions you think are gone, for whichever reason —

They’re not gone;

Even the nightly song of crickets 

Makes its encore at dawn 

As well as its appearance throughout the day

With other artists who set the stage

And the beautiful tumult that permeates — 

In whatever form it may take

The crickets are restless —

Enduring,

Like thoughts and memories we think to have bottled away,

Or those from long ago on a beloved day

We carry them with us in some way

Whether it be their echoes singing a tune in our ears

And the actions, like puppets played by strings we take

But we must cut these strings — 

Through the tension of hiding our love and our woes; 

Like a Jack crammed in a Box — 

Only when you trap your emotions are you a fool,

As they are meant to be given to the world and let go

Like a shark in a fishbowl, 

We do not belong in a prison

Like a caged dove taking flight 

We must not explode, but flow freely

There are no strings on me —

What about you?

Under The Umbrella

A Star in a sky of teal

Two dreamers in its shadow 

The palms dance under the passionate sun

While still mountains keep a watchful eye 

As the breeze’s song drowns out the cacophony

And lulls me to sleep

My dreams rest on her shoulder 

As the pool and its crowds disappear

For my love is deeper than the bluest ocean

Suffering

 My personal interpretation of suffering is a feeling of unpleasantness that is prolonged. One that latches onto us, that we knowingly, or unknowingly, carry into the present moment — and our spirit suffers as a result.And I think most if not all suffering is rooted in ignoring this.

Discomfort And Dissatisfaction

 Usually, when we experience discomfort and dissatisfaction in our lives, it’s because there’s something deep down, that we know we should be doing, that we don’t for whatever reason — but the main culprit is Fear.