Glimmering streams of consciousness flow.
As cosmic splendor explodes,
we explore the vast majestic realms.
The meaning of life is found
in delicately shifting sands.
Stars dance in a pulsating
rhythm upon the boundless sky.
Time passes in whispers,
hidden in the kaleidoscope
of dreamscapes.
We whirl and twirl,
seeking the truth to the scared
flickering light within.
Colorful waves ebb and flow
With secrets of existence showing.
From the birth of stars
to the depths of space,
we seek our place.
Echoes of laughter,
whispers of pain.
Love tiny fragments,
caught in a cosmic chain
We weave our tapestry of existence.
With our stories of hope,
and the fantasies which we believe.
Our minds recognize
our interconnectivity.
In the trippy dance
of fate, we reflect upon one another
Through the prisms
of our mind, we understand.
The interconnectedness
of all of us as one being.
In this psychedelic dance of fate:
We ponder,
We question,
We create
We love
We strive
We
We had to travel many miles
through the tangled
and whispering forests.
The snow fell heavily,
creating a white veil.
The snow seemed to try
to hold us back, with each flake
acting as a cold hand.
Nature may have attempted
to protect us from the secrets
hidden beneath.
We swept past the skeletal leaves
and snow, our breaths puffing in the cold.
As expected, we discovered
a freshly dug grave.
The infant was wrapped
in a ragged blanket with
faded colors that were
barely visible due to filth.
He was buried alive,
his only offense
was he had started to cry.
The mother, with sunken eyes,
and track marks down her arms
asked for forgiveness,
citing how she was only
15 as a weak reason to
have committed such horrendous act.
Ants crept across the deceased
boy's face, like tiny black shadows,
creating a disturbing resemblance to life.
We were told he could have been alive
for hours, with his cries
muffled by the ground.
In the shallow grave
He resembled a fragile
Days are now much shorter
Nights are growing cold.
Season of death
is now upon us
Summer withdraws her sword
The killing frost has come
to extinguish life once more
There's a cruel change in this air
Can you feel it?
Everywhere….
Forget about your sun and fun
Your peaceful, carefree days
Feel that chilling sting
upon your face
Old Man Winter is…
about to have his way
In winter's silent embrace,
as daylight fades
to black and gray.
The trees stand bare,
their limbs crackling
against the sweeping air.
The earth lies
snow-covered,
a ghostly silent scene.
With a crisp
sense of death
and decay.
The world is blanketed
in melancholy white—
a frozen feel that numbs
and slowly devours the soul.
The sun sets,
its exhausted light
chills rather than warms.
Beneath the cold surface,
the seeds of life lie dormant.
We put our faith
in death's icy grip,
praying for spring's
resurrection.
Winter, thus, represents the end—
a time for rest and reflection.
But death
A warrior's heart longs for home,
even in the deepest shadows.
Quiet struggles and wordless
turmoil leads to whispers.
The gallant warrior
silently begins his quest
into the torrential storm.
Despite the darkness,
hope shines through
and tells its story.
"Hold fast," it murmurs,
as darkness approaches.
For with each night
comes the dawn.
Each wound represents
a narrative engraved in time.
Quiet strength and
a mountain to climb.
Despite mental turmoil,
the robust spirit develops
the ability to remain calm.
Gather the remnants
rise from despair.
Let the fires of hope
fuel the air.
With every breath,
a new battle begins.
The warrior will reject love
in favor of sanity.
There’s a world that’s lost
to the average man
inside the touch of
a gentle hand
Invisible enchantment whispered
in the morning breeze
In the sound of leaves rustling
in the tranquil nights.
life's rhythm, both near and far
Accept the ordinary,
let your heart be open,
to witness the natures majesty.
In a kitten's sneeze
In the simplest touch
of a raindrop's tease,
Lies a world of magic unseen
Where the ordinary
becomes the extraordinary
In the hum of the city,
the quiet starlit nights.
In the commonplace,
we find delight.
For those who pause
will truly see
The extraordinary awaits,
for us wild and free.
In the rhythm of life,
both far and near.
Embrace the mundane,
open your heart.
Watch the extraordinary
play its part.
In the heartbeat of moments,
songs of our souls.
Every day we can find
so much more.
So, embrace the ordinary...
and you will discover the extraordinary
