rebirth

I am  old as the oldest of the temples.
 I am moving towards rebirth.
.
Coming to the the end of a long  long childhood .

 I Teeter on the edge of this world ,
lightly tethered they say.

When I transform , will I still bring forth, all that I am ?


Lark

Standing still

When you just stand still , for a moment ,
thats when beauty shows itself to you.

It's almost overwhelming  . . .

The people , the animals, tree's , dragon flies,
the smell of the flower's . . .

The sky , the clouds , the sound of the wind rustling through the tree's
and the bee's buzzing.

The indigo irridescence of the fly.
 Every where you look   . . . It's so beautiful . . .

What fortune I have .
More than I could dream of in a bank account !

The ability to see, hear , touch and smell . . .
and know how to play . . . in this beautiful world.

M'Larky

How sweet it is . . .

How very sweet this world can be.
Especially when you just stand still. . .
and  . .
         listen
and . .
        breath
and . . .
          see 

That everything you need
and everything you want
is right in front of you.


Lark

Shemekia

She came here to sing the blues.

Singing with an earth quaking, earth shaking voice
that bellowed with a richness from below.

She uplifted us with her blues . . .

That '' queen sized , super sized , not to be criticized . . . woman'' . . .
rocked those stoic norwegians right out of their seats !

I watched as their spirits rose right up out of their bodies,
 up , up , and  out of that  theater . . .


Amen  to that Shemekia !

M'Larky

Another red head . . .

Perched before me in regal red , the pileated looks down at me
 in all his splendor.

Here in this forest we meet.

He who has flown here
 by way of wing.
Me by way of feet (five fingered).

Eye to eye . . . wing to wing .

We share this tree ,looking out at this beauty , together.

Lark

Nobility in the forest

Was there ever a more noble
 beast than the wolf.

A masterpiece of creation.

Of all the four legged and two legged ones,
they are God's amoung the forest.

Their mere presence demands respect.

I often look out my window and see one or more.
I can't help but stare in awe at their yellow eyes , all knowing .

They exude confidence and peace , each  movement  graceful .

With a wise gaze into the wild . . . they walk, they dream ,they die,
this their home, my home too.


Lark

Deb , J.J. and M'Larky at Cascade

walking in two worlds

             I walk these woods with my sister .          
          I am the mystic ,
        I am the master of all that I see.

                                  Defining the scene as if each were a
                               painting from my own private collection.

                   Writing the story ,each segment  having it's
                    own sensations of smell , sight and sound .
                   Bringing forth memories of dogs now gone,
                my Mother , Grandmother and Aunt , also gone
                        from this physical place called earth.

                            We walk this trail together.
                    Through the greenness of the forest.

                              We travel on both plains.
         My sister and I , my mother , grandmother , aunt
                           and dogs on another.
                     Parallel road's , parallel world's.
                       Often transparent , like today.

                 I am enveloped with love and appreciation
                   knowing we are in this Universe together .
                                  

Lark

Here Now

It is well to appreciate and enjoy those we love ,
right now.

For tomorrow they may be gone ,
leaving you to wonder if it was all a dream.

Forever lost , I love you , I'm sorry , goodbye.

I will have no regrets . . .

For I do love everything and everyone.
I have made peace with all , in my heart .

I know for myself in the end , all that matters is having loved .
This is what fills me .


M'Larky