in the profundity of matter

in the profundity of matter,
in the tempest known
as time.
so many moments scatter,
yet some remain
sublime.

teardrop rainbow

teardrop rainbow
lives with the seasons,
dances in the rain,
whatever the reasons.

photo taken in front of where we live
.

the One with the paint brush

the One with the paint brush has a palette, supreme.
created from visions that appeared in a dream.
the One with the paint brush hears colors, sees sound.
the easel, a wonder,
it's magic
astounds.
for all those who feel it, and for those who
have not yet done so.
the One

with the paint brush,
just wants you to know.


photo taken last night on the way to the movies

what is a mother..repost

a mother is someone who nurtures and cares
whenever needed, she is always there
a mother is someone who has a kind word to say
especially after a long, trying day.
a mother is someone who will protect
wind rain and elements, she will deflect
a mother swims in the ocean, soars in the sky
walks or crawls on our planet
her young always in her eyes
a mother is wild, a mother is tame
a mother was once a child
at times, she has no name.
but she is a mother
a life she has treasured
there is no scale on this planet
by which this gem can be measured
♥

sweet night world

the creatures of the night,
come out to play,
the perfect end
to such a beautiful
day ♥

depth

do we measure the depth of the
world,

in leaves.
or is it to be measured,
by what and how we
receive.


                                                   photo taken on the way home from yoga

the circle

the circle goes round
and round again,
it whirls, it spirals,
it does not end.
it shares its laughter,
it shares it tears,
and when you feel alone,
it is always near
♥