In absence of what day may bring,
abundance shines
where only night may see;
roots to leaves on tethered shroud.
...
Aviv augmented in a canopy of rain;
samarium seed enriching soils’ riches,
to dominion walls crumbling stitches,
ether dust amid erroneous tales;
...
And through time a door expands,
leaving shut the footprints-heart.
When petals in gaits
befall its name;
...
Sublime the clarinet of clairvoyance,
harmonically playing; painting
harmlessly totem tuning.
...
I live on a land where I am not free;
where the meaning of freedom has
lost its own definition of own essence,
it has fled to a sky
...
Patiently;
the creep of change,
shrinking walls of labyrinth’s lark
heralding veil in seamless cloud.
...
In knowing of know,
one finds the treasure chest of Grace
that ever wanders in shoes
filled with Light.
...
How do I, define the essence of my life
the sacred cord inside a space of time.
How do I, create the lessons bind by heart
the rhythmic pull and push of age.
...
A little nothing
planted between
lavender and bees,
where something blossom
...
Salsa Of A Soul
In absence of what day may bring,
abundance shines
where only night may see;
roots to leaves on tethered shroud.
Distance gallops within its sacred void.
Moping breeze of muted string;
bouncing incessant to starlight's' dawn.
Lost to eye,
not hidden from heart,
twirling and toiling;
fossilized salsa of salty yawns,
too late, too soon, to get;
ever fading swoon
like an amethyst;
etched in sage,
a growth in glance
where nothingness,
begets everything.
Creating something from nothing is a magical wonder of the hidden beauty within.