Come my love
and lie with me
upon spongy moss
and fallen leaves.
Roll among the ferns
with me
as laughter fills the air.
Dappled sunlight
kissing skin
as Fae watch on
and sigh.
You are my love. My heart. My desire.
Passion…
comes in many forms.
Between sheets
skin slick with sweat.
Within a board room
voice filled with conviction.
Lying in a field
picking shapes from the clouds.
It is that inner spark,
the flicker of flame that catches hold,
and the inferno that drives us.
I am a man of many passions. They swirl around me, a fiery spark flowing through my energy like a whirlwind. Curiosity and interests abound while creativity flourishes even in the darkest of times.
For me it is passion that drives everything I do from the moment’s first spark of interest to the glimmering flame of pursuit to the full-blown inferno of commitment. It is present in my relationships, with my work, in my play, in my spirituality. It is an integral part of who I am.
Passion is the spark that makes life worth living.
Spirit…
lifts and lightens
from within
it’s ever present
yet often ignored
until the moment
it sparks
inspired
to shimmer
and shine.
I am a big supporter of the “leave nothing but footprints” mentality of visiting the forests and spending time there. That said? I have to admit that finding this little colorful rock hidden along a trail through the wetlands early in the spring lent me a little extra glimmer of extra spirit to my soul.
You find these rocks in the parks here a lot lately. That little lift this one gave me is their purpose. You are encouraged to pick them up and take them with you when you find one. I chose to leave this one behind to lift another’s spirits just as it had my own.
Serenity…
Lives within stillness
In the silence
of a moment
In that place
Between breaths.
Sweet and still
Soft and silent
It is a caress
A kiss
A balm.
There are perfect moments in life that are perfect for no other reason than the moment of serenity they provide. I find these moments most often when walking within nature, whether that be in the wetlands or the rainforests, the mountains, or at the beach.
These natural places are a little piece of heaven, and when in their embrace there are moments… brief and fleeting moments where life feels as if it stands still, the world holds its breath, and peace suffuses the senses with a sense of pure, exquisite perfection.
This is my serenity.
Kind and loving
Harsh and cruel
She nurtures
She punishes
She embraces
She grieves
Nature feeds the snake
the precious eggs of the unwary
And stands guard
over the helpless
as they nap in the grass
The vastness of nature and the myriad of its facets is breathtaking and awe inspiring. It encompasses not just the earth or the trees that I connect to so strongly, not just the oceans and rivers and seas, not just the sky and clouds. She is not merely the sunsets and sunrises, not merely the storms and quakes.
She is all of these things. She is vicious and she is sweet, beautiful and horrible. Nor is she only a “she”… or a “he”.
Nature is vast… immeasurable… and ineffable.
Everything… and so much more.
are like delicate
dollops of sunlight
bobbing in the breeze.
They greet you
with a sunny smile
alongside paths
among the trees.
Buttercups remind me of childhood and walks to and from the bus stop. In the spring and summer months, they were always there along the side of the road, greeting us not with the brash enthusiasm of the dandelions or the muted hello of blackberry blossoms, but with a cheery bright smile and delicate reach.
They still greet me in the same way now that I’m grown and encounter them more often along forest trails than in overgrown ditches, and still lighten and brighten my soul even on the darkest of days.