An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
Since the very dawn of time, springtime gave rise to love Every creature seeks to find the match sent from above. * Please forgive my weak endeavor to philosophize,
I have found sanctuary in the hold of the mountains. A place in the arms of people that were once strangers, and strength in the values laid in my lap.
My spirit is called to the forest. I hear Mother earth’s sweet kulning song. An ancient song of peace hums all around me. I’m lured by her magic. I’m intoxicated by her.
I hate the rain ( no I don't ) I love the rain endless life from nature endless washer away of what ? the dirt upon your hands ?
- Top Story - August 2021
The Cricket's Call
In the midst of all the heat lately, an old memory resurfaced concerning our diminutive friend, the common cricket. It's little-known nowadays, but various ancient cultures seem to have held this critter in rather high regard. I first became aware of that fact when I stumbled across the following passage written by a modern mystic (Samael Aun Weor):
The Matron Moon
Oh marvelous moon, majesty of the midnight sky, How brilliantly bright thine light unto my eye! I gaze in gladness at your great glamour;
Death by Greed
Silver-spoon fed won’t know the true struggle of life. Just trying to stay alive while the rest of the world die. And they glide through on their inheritance. But pain’s the only thing I inherited.
Imagine A World
Imagine a world just pure and free Filled with tranquil waters, The blue sky and trees With air that gently tickles the skin
The Neighbor's Cat
Her names are many. Queen of Midnight, Killer of Beasts, Mother of Legions, Cari. She is called Cari because of the way she flows around objects in her path.
We need to destroy the natural world/ Don't try to convince me that/ Animals and forests can be saved/ The precious profits of the corrupt/
Do I dare to eat a peach? My teeth are old and brittle, a cavity in each. If I strike the pit in the middle, I will swear and cry and screech.
Winters has befallen in my world And the everyday sun I had promised My gusto to, has hid itself in folds All the shades of blue and red