Mother Earth She takes such good care Of her children Providing all the nutrients We could ever ask for From the juiciest fruits To the salt in the sea Her love for us Knows no end As long as we Take care of her In…

Deeply rooted, planted firmly, time has softened my bones. Once, palms that cradled faces now gone, even the structure suggested, the curve of moss like flesh, and the trees groan with my voice, their roots like veins, arteries, and somewhere deep in vegetable memory was…

Finding yourself can be difficult In this crazy, hectic world. Take your troubles into nature Let all your worries unfurl. Spend some time nurturing flowers Smell the soil, water it well If you focus, you can tell. The plants will feed your soul Renew your…

I walk, but never enough. If I could, I would walk for endless hours across the forests where I love to walk. I hike not uphill. The lowlands call me. Rivers, streams, creeks mostly… those tight, shady spots where the water is shallow and clean….

A Man of Compassion A man of his compassion Deserved something better Than Shahpur, the place he lost everything His dwelling, longing and belonging Where his heart stifled a quarter And met his life and destination Hour 12  @varenyas

  Randidawn Dawn breaks through the umbra- Her eclipsing miam–her fortitude as she faces discord risen from ashy shadows ruminating over the breaking glow, sunbeams illumine the inherent delight within the souls warmed with tenderness she exudes. Her brilliance manifests itself in shades of color,…

Luna and Aurora high on their chariot traverse the heavens cast shadows pull tides sisters twins two sides the moon dark and light Aurora shines on romance while Luna laughs at broken hearts from the dark side of the moon.        

I’ve lived on the second floor of someplace or another since 20, 10 and 4 Each day, I would find myself traversing the stairs to the outside world Running halfway down in a dream, body hurled, only to notice my near-sightedness and rewinding just to…

I am of the earth. My skin sheds dust like the stones shed dirt. I am from the trees, the leaves cradled me when I was little. I am cyclical, seasonal, perennial. The sun invites the best of me. I stay distant, untouched, without belonging….

Symbiotic the air I breathe out is breathed in by a plant the air it breathes out is breathed in by me a wheel of air cycling around making life possible