Unfettered

A lone seagull
etches sharp harmonic scribbles
upon the horizon-flung canvas
of this late afternoon's sky
bright blue being slowly transformed
into fingering streaks of pale
translucent orange

Gliding sliding
he lazily whirls
along invisible tracks
of the wind's silence

Just when he appears
to be drifting nowhere in particular
with just the slightest flick
of sharply tapered wings
he turns and soars
towards the deep distance
becomes a mere speck
as he chases the beckoning brilliance
of a swiftly setting sun

My soul
caught between
a confusing confluence
of indecisive choices
yearns to follow
unfettered
after him

Eventide

pastel dusk descends
sharp edges of daylight fade
everywhere mute

duck mates aimless stroll
seeking hidden food in lawn
fresh-cut smells surround

leaf-tinged branches swell
mandalas spreading skyward
late Spring chills shiver

bright Venus glimmers
wrapped in nest of purple-pinks
holographic tide

i watch
listening

i breathe
holding

all suspended

here
this moment

now
passing so

other suchness is

perhaps in this way
through our perceptions
The God
experiences
with awe
the splendor
of Itself

Being

Ms.Clay

All by myself
I know that i stand here alone
All your lies they feed me
I'm stronger now
Stronger than i was before
There's no way you can
Hurt me
Move me
Stop me

Breath

I
breathe
deeply within
consciously counting
one by another
the breaths
as they flow
effortlessly
in and out
inhale
exhale

part of me
undistracted
watches me
watching the breaths
exhale
inhale
out and in
without effort
as the mind chatter
scurryings of worry
slowly mutes itself

flowing far within
together
with no effort

in and and out

in and out

inhale,exhale

breaths
focused upon
counted consciously
flow together

breathing in

the aroma of cappuccino
the ripple of brook
the shivering of leaves
the coolness of dew
the sweetness of cinnamon

&

breathing out

the scent of grain
the trilling of bird sound
the stalk of egret
the brush of breeze
the tartness of apple

from far within
our seeming
separatenesses
merge
coalesce
into one
breath

Kanlungan

Kapag nagpalit ang liwanag at dilim
Taglay mo'y kapayapaang taimtim
Sa saliw ng huni ng mga kuliglig
Sa iyong kandungan nais humilig
At dito'y angkinin at makamtan
Dalisay na kapayapaan

New Beginning

We have new beginnings all the time;

This is not one dark forever.

There are glimpses of light beyond this light---

Golden on the horizon outside my window,

Golden on the sun with its first sunshine on a new day,

Golden on the calm air this morning,

Turbulent air other mornings, other lifetimes.
I cannot imagine infinity.

A friend’s mother used to tell her it was everything outside,

The margarine container we know as time and space.

We are lidded from it tucked into this plastic world,

Where we make fake butter

And decorate the container with a picture of a cow anyway.
Yet there is light some mornings---evenings,

Even---when sun and dawn and night are one, a trinity of shadow.

Driving at twilight is most dangerous, they say; it seems lighter than it is,

And cows come near the roads on their way to green meadows and cool water,

as we are also on our way somewhere, speedingby in our lidded containers,

trying to propel ourselves into infinity.

How is it?

How is it that my mind can wander
yet always be reminded of you---

Little things pointing me in your direction.
I want to tell you what I saw today: sunlight

Tilted across the field,
Illuminating every dust particle and insect.

All the flaws were beautiful.

I want to remember what I thought yesterday,
And that dream I had last night---was it in color?
I want to tell you before I forget,
I want you toremember for me.

I want to tell you about the deer in the field,
The flat tire,the fire, the mosquitoes and the rain.

I want to tell you about my bad moods,
My loss of humor, my pain.
I am not always irresistible;

I wonder how you put up with me;
I wonder why we are friends.
You must have things to tell me too.

Do I love Him?

Do I love HIM?
I don't know.
He was once my dream.
But dream and love is not the same after all.
Dreams are beautiful.
Love is the real thing.