Here and now
‘To Black River, Black Rock & Red Flow-er’
May I be…
Soft and fluid like water,
Strong and solid as a rock,
A blessing, like a flower.
Open, like the sky,
Generous and warm, like the Sun,
Playful, like the wind.
Curious, always curious,
like a little green river frog.
And may I always know,
that I am a part of the flow.
And so it is.
You roll your mighty body with impeccable waves.
You extend a playful, immersive delight.
I savor you with gratitude,
with sparks in my eyes.
Not the best of Cuban torcedores*,
nor my mum with Walnut Christmas cake,
can match your expertly crafted wake,
with salty flavors that swirl, fold, and perfectly break.
The foaming, dissolving dance in each wave you make – an electrifying grace.
You alone can sweep me off my feet and meet me where I am,
always catching me, lovingly, in your waterfull embrace.
I dig you, especially when sand is where I stand.
Your hypnotic sound.
A timeless symphony you alone can play,
for as long as gravity remains.
In fact, your soothing hum,
exudes the might
that hibernates my monkey mind.
I say yes!
Yes to my inner child that loves to play!
How lucky am I to splutter and paddle as if I was a child.
Thank you!
Thank you, for the playfulness that never ends.
For the joy you bring out of my salt loving, porous, Swiss cheese like cells.
*A torcedor is a skilled craftsman or artisan who hand-rolls cigars.
Ps… you can’t whip a whacky poem like this with Chat GPT,
so don’t fret about AI, it cannot come up with real stuff, because it cannot swim nor play,
it’s not kicking, and it’s not alive.
But it can surely help with a few crafty synonyms I need once in a while.
So, thank you for the role you play in
my sweet little rhyming game.
Learning to surrender;
Calling forth the space and time to contemplate,
to comprehend.
I heard you say the other day: “Do not fight with life; love your life.”
Challenging my thoughts, your wisdom echoes far and wide.
“What kind of a day are you inviting in your life,
when you open the door of your home, of your car, of your heart,
as if marching into a battlefield’s strife,
unmindful of the gentle currents, of the graceful flow?
Going against the grain with your words, attitudes, behaviors,
causing unnecessary struggle and pain.
To others, to yourself.”
“Remind yourself that grinding your teeth is a costly affair.”
“Can you learn to accept,
to welcome events as they choose to evolve,
with all the wisdom they present,
knowing you are always in God’s hands?”
You know it too well –
some plans work out, some change,
some others simply need more time.
Snowdrops bloom in early spring;
Sunflowers feed the bees until the winter’s seize.
I am a witness,
learning when to paddle,
when not to meddle,
when to simply let go and surrender to the flow.
Sometimes to the unexpected, to the unknown.
Accepting, to be blessed,
by the magical synchronicity of fractals – at its best.
After all, what is time,
if not my greatest ally,
my faithful friend,
inviting me to embrace new possibilities,
to taste, to dance,
to revel in the abundance of different realities.
To create synergies, to explore.
Learning to trust, to surrender.
Knowing that I can.
Knowing I am held by Grace.
Pausing in the stillness of the eddy,
while the flames are burning,
while the water’s churning the elixir that fuels my inner fire.
Unveiling the Art of Surrender –
a gateway towards the state of inner peace.
The waters keep on flowing,
her blazing flames forever glowing.
Dancing with the Sun Rays Tickling the Ocean Waves… all Across the Seven Seas
The moment when the two opposites meet and greet.
In the twinkling of an eye,
swept away by the palpable attraction,
two bipeds, taken over by the spell of nature,
they initiate a honey-sweet relation.
Until the mighty vigor of the fire clashes
against the unsurmountable force of water.
Like the sun and the ocean, endlessly romancing,
the waves never stop bouncing.
The fire and water, somehow,
find the most unusual ways to embrace.
Guiding our own primordial forces,
inviting us to express ourselves, to dance.
Yet, we, tiny-vast-human beings.
with all our aspirations, shortcomings,
anticipations, projections, and tone of reactions.
We struggle when our substratum
is still full of air bubbles.
How can fire continuously burn and glow,
how can water shine and flow if the foundation
cannot sustain the force of its own creation?
So much interference, obstruction, resistance, arrogance, pride,
with a lack of integrity, humility,
and pure love is gone,
with the flickering shadow
caused by the passing gust of wind.
Still, in their own unique ways,
both fire and water continue to rise,
from within.
To guide us,
to lead the way toward the horizon.
There – we meet again.
After all the struggles we had to face,
to understand, to overcome,
to rise above, to arrive at the place
where the Sun Rays tickle the Ocean Waves.
free to play, to dance, embrace, and romance.
A blissful sight to behold,
so innocent and tender sweet –
the heart expands, begins to sing.
If only we are blessed to see,
and realize how exquisite,
how precious,
how fragile Life is.
Gratitude to Fire, Wind, and Water.
To all the elements on Earth.
Let us never forget that we owe it all to Mother Nature.
All of our blessings, all of our lives and dreams.
Om
Far away yet so close is the horizon…
Freedom is a state of mind—
feeling free, a state of being.
There is a place
under the sky,
beneath the stars,
underneath the shining sun,
where you will find me lying on the sand
beside the flowing water—
the place where I come to be,
to feel more free.
In wonder, I watch the flock take flight,
with dancing feathers against the light.
The murmuration, a spell that captivates my sight.
Far away yet so close is the horizon.
I often run away
to a place where I can melt with the horizon.
I can feel the gentle breeze,
and hear the water flowing with such ease.
The grasses sing with fragrance so sweet,
a place where every spirit feels complete.
My heart begins to bloom and grow—
beat by beat, like a river’s flow,
expanding like a full moon’s glow.
I smile – your loving eyes, so kind,
shine brighter than the stars aligned.
No other gaze beneath the sky,
could bring such joy and make me smile.
Far away, yet so close is the horizon.
We live,
we love,
we learn,
and life goes on,
until it’s time to cross the final line.
I do not want to go back home—
not quite yet.
Sometimes, running is the way to be,
the way I learned to spread my wings,
to fly, to be more free.
“How long can you dwell beside the shore
watching the horizon
before the body starts complaining,
shivering from cold,
ushering you to a shelter you call home?”
As long as I can,
I whisper to myself.
As long as I possibly can.
