To count our blessings
A new day is just another chance to count our blessings.
My blessings may seem very different from your blessings
but blessings we have – each of us – a many of them.
We just need to notice.
Its easy to take for granted
things that we have every day.
But they are gifts, really!
Given to us by grace.
the morning walk
the warm sun
the bare feet feeling the sand
the light fresh breeze from the Pacific
all this green!
palm trees swaying gracefully with the wind
the kling-klang music of the bamboo forrest
the full-of-overtones sound of the waves ticking my brainwaves
the friendly greetings of neighbors
the relaxed pace of life here in Ticoland
pelicans and flamingos fishing artfully for breakfast
all this nature, all this goodness
all those gifts to be aware of
with gratitude
Gratitude
Awareness
Love
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unfolding, blossoming
tightly packed and protected
the flower is in the bud
growing, growing, growing
until its time will come
heeding a mysterious calling
from within, from the sun
knowing its moment
it unravels
cause the time has come
delicate pedals unfolding
opening up to the light
showing itself
to the world
blossoming
flowering
fragrance
beauty
grace
all that the flower wants to be
is a flower
herself
so do we
i guess
so do we
imagine us, flowering
unfolding our pedals
our gifts
unique potentials
imagine us, blossoming
imagine us, opening
imagine us, giving
all we have
to the world
imagine us
knowing
that our time has come
our time has come
NOW
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Morning
When i walk out of my house in the morning
i embrace the day with the whole of my being
i let my skin feel the sun, the warmth or the breeze, the wind from the sea
i let my soles feel the dirt, the wet of it after a night-rain, the hotness of the dry season
i smell the special smell of salt water in the air, coming from the sea
and i lift my eyes to take in the blue, the flawless sky
and the vultures circling up there, looking for prey
the small yellow butterflies all around me now
the green, the green beautiful
i let in the sounds of the village
laughter from the neighbor’s kids
Bob Marley on a radio in the distance
and most of all, the silent hum of nature on a tropical morning
and then when i walk into the bay, the ocean sounds are lifting my emotions
i answer with joy
uplifted again
by a new
morning
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our life is the symbolic language of our consciousness
1999 i wrote:
I am
like the water
holding nothing
constantly flowing
towards the Great Ocean
2021 i write:
I am
living now
next door to
the great Pacific Ocean
This should mean something
shouldn’t it?
(our life is the symbolic language of consciousness ; )
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poetic reality
for the seeker
the road is without end
home is never to be found
for the scientist
it’s always just about a piece
and never ’bout the whole
and a theory of everything
what an arrogant delusion of mind!
i look at nature
the universe of life that i can see
what is there to understand?
honestly?
it is just too big, too many-formed
exists to blow my mind
existing with or without me
it just moves on
evolves
unfolds
I know just one way to deal with it all
to comprehend it – this life
call it poetic language
call it just non-sense
call it prayer
call it silence
i practice that
it gives me sense
maybe it does to you as well
but maybe not
and just like nature i exist
understood or not
unnoticed or not
I AM
I do not seek
not anymore
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Poesia is music made from words
