The ardour of the waves

A night 

the seaside

the passionate ramblings 

of the waves 

The stars 

they blink faraway 

some thousands, no countless

miles away

A hamlet 

humming 

silent whispers 

in the horizon 

Evening waves

swearing his undying love 

inspite having to leave the shore 

Of having to pull away

Unsure convincing whether she understood 

But still beyond 

And I sit beside 

Witnessing the eternal pain

The stars

They too Witness

If I may say

The  buzz 

In the not so silent array 

The wind the sun the moon

Everything takes him away

And yet  brings him  back again 

Friday Writings #212: Luxurious Feels

I don't  know about luxury,  but I like watching the waves on the seashore imagining stories 

Absolutions

For every atom a universe 

Could the earth an atom be

And on a speck like earth 

So a mere human be

In the ever now everywhere

the body unto the spirit a gift

And the every within

A little soul that carries be

Every pulse that turn

In a heart smaller than me

to emotions I tune 

And another wonder be 

And if my foolishness

Could never away melted be 

Let me in remaining years

Just love myself be

Written for Friday Writings #204: The Most Expensive Garment

A small thought

A small thought 

And a beautiful one too

That crossed my mind

Learn it by heart they say 

Sing it by heart they say

In all my childhood years

I thought it of just as 

like memorizing words

But the heart is such a wonder

And the one who said it first 

Must have a little secret hidden

That after two thirds of my life 

That I stumble upon and

A wisdom dawns

Yeah first learn the rules 

Follow the order

Make it a habit

Memorize

All the the senses now tuned 

So finely

Then comes the next 

You don't have to effort the rules

Nor the memory 

And the magic begins 

Just by playing it by HEART

Friday Writings #191: Small But Beautiful

Absolutely nothing that is meant for me will require me to compromise my integrity, lower my energy, or abandon my values and boundaries to receive it

                                  Jordy Medina

                     

The past is history 

         The future is mystery

                 Today is a gift

                           That is why it is called

                                            PRESENT