Symphonic Days, Tympanic Nights
Trees have fully blossomed
the clouds are fluffy white
a glory day
Trees were starkly bare
the beginning of the same week
the night pregnant with frog
When God Cries
When God cries
his tears gently touching
the ailing, flailing earth
scintillating stardust falls
to the wintered ground below
twinkling diamond-lets
tinkling the ground
tingling the ears
with a crinkling sound
sparkling the trees
in light bright white
blanching our sins
reaching out to us by
transforming our eyes
with a bejeweled sight.
Happy New Year!
Wishing each and everyone of you a New Year full of blessings of love, peace and health!
“Music Magic”
Today
a lightness of being
want to share
the scintillating spark
Cat Stevens
and his cohorts
see
the Light
music often mania makes
is this mania
or
is it the catepillar
coming out of the chrysalis of depression
being Bipolar bears
cacophonic confusion
even after 6 decades
who cares
Cat Stevens
a gift to me
from my brother
post mortem
his legacy to me
because he loved him
and because I missed him
I listened
too late to share the love
now
my gift to you
just listen and let
soul to soul transmission
effect
its music magic
culminating
in a crescendo
of
soul
A Glimpse into the Infinite
How many bacteria are on the back of your hand?
How insects are in the universe beneath our feet
or above our heads?
How many grains of sand lie on the beaches of the earth?
How many waves float upon the earth’s seas?
How many bubbles rise up in all the water on our planet?
How many planets, stars and galaxies lie within the universe?
How many universes are suggested by the Multiverse theory?
What seems infinite is finite.
The paradox…
We have a perception of the Infinite though we ourselves are finite.
We have a conception of the Infinite through our perception of the finite.
The spark of the Infinite lies within our finite bodies.
It is called the Soul.