deep sounds of didge
setting out the tone
outside strong wind
moving through tall trees
magpies playing in
a water fountain
black and white coat
ruffling their feathers
thin feet bathed
in the cool wet liquid
droplets of rain expected
any day soon hopefully
it has been hot and dry winter
not much left of the grass
but for a few brown patches
ducks decimating the parsley
what is left of it
only the stalks
nature has her own
timing
recording of the above poem read by the author
a wave of gratitude
for life of magnitude
friends of high quality
philosophy of equality
starting today a new chapter
now time we unwrapped her
aiming at the highest cloud
where being fulfilled is allowed
strong desire burns within
let the maturity begin
recording of the above poem read by the author
the silence, the emptiness
caressing the mind
here and there random
thought form, impulse
a wave of bliss
passing through
softly
alertness one moment
close to sleep the next
stillness unmoved
just the slow breath
lifting the ribs
feeling of nothingness
connected to the whole
falling
inside an eruption
fire flowing
in a stream
no resistance
freedom
instead
start the day by giving thanks
all what happens has a value
when we appreciate what came our way
we bring forth energies of higher realms
to cooperate with our desires
with the attitude of gratitude
a stinging nettle burning the skin
also provides its healing properties
for our body’s health benefit
step into the magical world
where all turns to gold
all we need is to have
a clean mirror of perception
strong and clear presence
at the forefront of the third eye
stay inside and see through
what is real and what an illusion
