Sunrise…

Look around,
Nature is meeting the sky.
The birds are flapping their wings,
As the leaves rustle along with the wind,
While the plants wait patiently to unfurl their flowers.

Even the Earth is awakening,
To witness this beautiful harmony,
Of Nature and Sky together,
Of the Dawn of the Sun.

The dark sky is fading away,
Look there goes the Moon,
One by one her soldiers follow her pursuit,
The stars going after the Queen of the night.

The Blue Sky is getting up,
Awakened by the sound of the marching,
Of the obedient soldiers of the night queen.

There it’s happening,
The Blue Sky is welcoming his brother,
The Sun has arrived.

All stand straight,
The miracle is about to begin.
As the brothers talk,
The Blue Sky merges with the orange-colored ball,
Look there comes the first ray of sunshine.

Everything comes alive with the Sunrise,
Birds are chirping happily,
Flowers are blooming in the fields.
It’s time to get up,
A new day has just begun.

– Addy

Mohism

Mohism: Love is unconditional and Love is universal. Love is great and it spreads like cake mix. Don’t stop the love at the threshold of family, spread it to your friends and to your neighbors and don’t stop until you spread it to everything. Like a long string moving in the wind it stenches from you and me. Love is generational and it goes from offspring to offspring and doesn’t stop there for anything. Love is a living thing that is shared and I hope that everyone can show it off like a wedding ring and find pride in it.

Peaceful Day

ridged fingerprints
gliding over smooth, dry skin
neck unitched
by wild frizzes
scalp unpulled
by controlling ponytails
clothes laying close
and comfortable
holding me softly
beautiful soreness
legs, arms, torso
proof of strength
growing inside
fingers and palm
gliding over soft kitten fluff
brrmmmp!
dappled morning light
coaxing verdant leaves to unfurl
vanilla drifting
on the warm wind
amateur voice sings
gentle, sweet, unpolished
caressing tones
time meanders on
slowly, carefully
crafting what-will-be into what-is
the delicate art
of today

Hour 6

On a moss covered path
Deep in the forest
I walk to find peace
A slight breeze greets me
And kisses my cheek

Slivers of light
Make their way
Through outreached branches
As if to say
Come, hold my hand
We’ve been waiting for you

The memory of rain
Still lingers in the air
A humid blanket
Coating my skin
Shimmering like the surface
Of the ocean at sunset
I’m glowing

And as I’m bathed
In lush greens
Warm light
Dew drops
And birdsong
I feel home

Prompt 6: Matinee, Idle

You’re in a movie

You are.

And the extras, for a change,
aren’t walking into you.
Everyone parts for the invisible camera
that pans along your quick gait
as you walk into the Utopian Cafe
where there’s always an empty seat
by the top floor window
and
“everybody knows your name.”

The baristas’ Pandora station
has the right mix of ’70s and current soul music, so
you put away your earbuds
and enjoy someone’s else’s soundtrack
for your day.

The smell of roasting beans
wafts up to the rafters
as you reach for the ceramic mug
of dark blend, and wonder how long you
should wait before ordering a grilled pepper and tomato sandwich on rosemary bread.

There’s time.

It’s your movie. This day was the gift you
wrote for yourself
and nobody else.

There’s time,
and, for once,
it’s not your enemy combatant
or fellow prisoner.

It’s just there,
and you’re just there,
together, and so are
Al Green and Isaac Hayes.

Long shot: Sun and blue sky overhead.

day and night

fluttering my lids to see yours do the same
shadows peer in through the blinds from the leaves
silhouettes of little creatures dance across the sheets
and i reach over to caress your face.

rising out of bed, you momentarily leave me
and i bask in the warmth that you left behind
when you come back with hot plates, cool water
you and i sit on the bed in comfortable, chewing silence.

afternoon slips us by, so we
ride the bus, go out, eat, hold hands
eat, walk, study, work, hug, watch
and our nights are filled with even more simple pleasures.

it’s cold. let’s lie down
goodnight, sweet dreams, sweet kisses,
i love you, i’m safe in your arms

The Cove

Awake to waves on pebbles
The chinook sailing across the trees.
Settle.
Settle.
The songs of sparrows
Fresh of the meadow
Last blinks of Venus
As the sun scales
Scrambles up and over the Missions
To set the Big Sky ablaze
Warmly slowing the icy lake to ripples
Settle.
Settle.
Tiptoe to the granite edge
Crunch of last years needles
Flakes of flint from earth mother
Strengthen my feet
Nudge from below with their history
Settle.
Settle.
Into the air I soar suspended.
Weightless, extended
Eyes falling on the hills
Breathing the ponderosa
Blinking with every summer of life
Flooding my mind
Before the lake drinks me whole
Taking every sensation
But Home.
Settled.

Victory!

Spoilers for Portal 2.


Riding high, crowned with success
Each nerve on fire with joy
And power

My bird’s eye view shrinks you
And Her to ants, to specks
To nothing

Sweet freedom nears, yet I
Have more than that, I am
Aperture

Prompt 6 The perfect day

Waking up to everything cleaned
Organized
No distractions
Windows open
Life opened with no guilt
No shame
Just happy to be

Space big enough for love
for containment
for me

The perfect day would be full of focus
Full of creating
Full of life
Letting the light in
leaving the artificial lights off
loving each day til the next