like the sun shone

for you

Her fragrant chaos

Your colours change
in the dancing moments of time
as feathers of your soul
float down to kiss the green

Sometimes these kisses cause you to erupt
in splendours of attraction
and yet these kisses cause you to explode
into the majesty of your finality

The beauty of your death
is a rainbow in the soul
where the soul of you
reaches out to another

Your fragrance permeates
to become a rainbow within our hearts
till the beats of our lives
flow in synchronous orbits

A bee reads what I write
as it walks across my page
it has a think and flies away
where it whispers my poetry to you

Light bleeds through
dark speckled leaves of autumn’s coming
perhaps to whisper to me
the secrets of your fragrant chaos

Collisions of your feathers
cause ripples in my thoughts
where herons soar and sprites dance
as my soul breathes your undying romance

The day our paths crossed

There is something magical in the blossom of you
for as you rest your smile
your perfume meanders its way
upon warm currents of imagination
where, in the August sunshine, your soul reaches out
to infiltrate my solitude

And there, in the undress of your heart
the blossom of you opens
to reveal the secret of your perfume
for it is intoxication of the purest form
and when I breathe you in
you inhabit the cracks of my earth
and there you plant your roots
to remain a memory
of the day our paths crossed

Universal love

***

Before we can know and be at one with the beauty of universal Love

we must first come to learn how to love Humanity, Nature and Oneself

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Paintbrush

The paintbrush does the work
while the paper acquiesces
to become the soul
and there we see the fundamentality of stuff
we see, all around us, the art and poetry of things

Take away the trees and the sky
the mountains and rivers
the buildings, roads and the disturbances
Take away all the colours
the sounds, the smells, the voices
and listen to the void
listen to it

Listen to it

Feel your heartbeat echo
feel it and listen to its pain

now step into the empty
touch the umbilical
feel the blood raging to create
walk forwards, take your paintbrush
dip it into the rage

and see if you can do better

Watching the snowflakes

Silent explosions of creation appear beyond the window
as I listen to, or am bombarded by, the eternal ringing in my ears

Silence is an impossible dream

Watching the leaves in spring stretch and yawn
Watching the rose petals romance the world
Watching the beautiful deaths colour the postcards
Watching the snowflakes’ individualities show us how

Silent explosions of creation appear beyond the window
and here I sit crunching ginger biscuits

Silence is an impossible dream

Worlds within worlds

~

On worlds within worlds within worlds
this leaf of passion rests
where within its slender whole
there are worlds within worlds within worlds

and so like a fly
with wings so fragile, so beautiful
there is an eternity of awe
of these worlds within worlds within worlds

Thine distant call of shadowed reach
does match this soul’s most ardent heat

Ripples, like the breath of memory
skim the surface songs of nature’s cry
kissing the rough pastures to plough
worlds within worlds within worlds

and so like a magpie
with wings so colourful in their darkness, so beautiful
there is a feeling of desire
for these worlds within worlds within worlds

I am thine dust
thou art mine