With You

See. I close my eyes and you are there.
Touch. I hold your hand.
Hear. Your voice.
Speak your name.
We go. Aloft.
Soul flight.
The past. The future. Is now.
What love is this?
With you.
The journey of lives still calling.
These bodies in their biology.
Birthing and dying. Mating.
Surviving.
And mind in evolution of thought.
Was first the heart.
So many layers.
Waves on an ocean.
Lapping the sand.
Emotion.
And knowing your love.
See it. Hear it. Touch it. Feel it.
What is this love?
With you.
.

. a perspective on love .

Arbor Song in Light

September was lost in a wild ride of life's current state.  Hectic. Exciting. Challenge and reward. Ups and downs.  I realized today I didn't even post a single entry last month.  This morning, thinking of this beautiful season, some thoughts and feelings started to form.  First a title comes.

Arbor Song in Light

Days of change. Days of light and rain.
Movement and color.
And texture.
Thoughts rearranged.
Feeling of a new presence of being.
.   Well-being.
Predominant in the air, the light,
.   yet undefined by structures of mind.
Missed by most.
Yet, the simple,
.    the silent
. the slow  .  can hear it.
Hear it from the window
.   in the wind.
.  from the garden and pillow bed
. from the place of peace . and stress beyond belief.
Hear it from the heart and soul of toil's release.
The path, the way of walking
.   through the woods
. the way of calling to the trees.
As they stand through seasons.
of mankind's passion
living and dying
laughing and lying
love and war.
Moving only with the wind
and their last fall of returning.
Not death, but giving back
and keeping abundance collected
bestowed in blessing.
seed of kernel
meat of crossing
sap, the nectar
nursing soul.
And leaves.  In every color, but blue.
For sky is why and where the earth has ended
its grip severe.
Gravity is there, not here.
And the reason for trees to be
the bridge of crossing.
Both ways the wisdom flows.
Spring's rising of sap
October wisdom
Autumn's fall in color
and blessings only known
by the silent, the simple . and those who know to slow this pace of progress.
Hear it in the winter
in the summer.
Hear it in the night.
The song of calling
the arbor song of light.

Arbor Song in Light

First the title comes. Then I take the moment and the ambiance. And write.

photo by Ardi

Arbor Song in Light

A day of change
a day of light and rain
movement and color and texture
thoughts rearranged
to touch a new presence of being
predominant in the air
the light
yet undefined by
structures of mind
and missed by most
yet we can hear it
we of the simple
the silent
and slow
hear it from the window
the garden and pillow bed
from the place of peace
and stress beyond belief
hear it from the heart and soul
of release
from the path and way of walking
the way of calling to the trees
as they stand through seasons
of mankind's passions
living and dying
of love and war
moving only with the wind
and their last fall of giving
not death, but giving back
and keeping
abundance collected
by love
bestowed as blessing
seed of kernel
meat of crossing
sap--the nectar
nursing soul
and leaves in every color
but blue
for sky is why and where
the earth has ended its grip severe
gravity is there not here
and the reason
be trees the bridge of crossing
both ways the wisdom flows
Spring's rising
Summer abundant
Autumn's fall in color blessing
Winter wisdom
only known by the silent
the simple and those who slow
the pace of racing
hear it in seasons night
and the psalm of calling
hear it in the
arbor song of light
.