Amigo Absoluto

"I don't think there's anything on this planet that more trumpets life than the sunflower.  For me that's because of the reason behind  its name. Not because it looks like the sun  but because it follows the sun. During the course of the day, the head tracks the journey of the sun across the sky. A satellite dish for  sunshine. Wherever light is, no matter  how weak, these flowers will find it.  And that's such an admirable thing.  And such a lesson in life." -Helen Mirren

Like a branch that reaches out toward the sun Or a leaf that gently touches the sky steadfast and growing with roots running deep or a robin preparing to fly like a wing that glides on a gentle wind seeking its way to a nest like a wave gently rolling ashore Searching for a place to rest Like two hearts beating from many miles away thumping in perfect harmony trying to find some common ground, to set their spirits free Like a kite that slowly dances across the sky or the sun that chases the moon like a rainbow arched from right to left that  faded much too soon Like a dolphin leaping over a perfect wave or a shooting star that glitters in its flight The soft sweet whisper of a gentle sea breeze as the daytime slowly turns into night like a mother and child sharing time precious moments in a gentle embrace like the the sun that rises in the eastern sky with a smile on its early morning face like the golden rays reaching out to touch the green soft earth below ...

A true friend knows your weaknesses  but shows you your strengths;  feels your fears but fortifies your faith;  sees your anxieties but frees your spirit;  recognizes your disabilities  but emphasizes your possibilities. ~ William Arthur Ward

My favourite thing in life,  is when you share a moment  with someone where they are open and vulnerable. Where they reveal to you, a little something of their soul. That split second of softness, that reminds you how tender we all are.  There is always so much distance between us all. Every one of us. All of our walls, all around. How beautiful tenderness is. Openness and vulnerability. How necessary. - via Tumblr

“Some changes occur suddenly  like a brilliant flash of lightning striking across a dark sky. These changes are stunning,  exciting but can be quickly forgotten.  Other changes happen slowly, gradually,  like a flower blooming in early spring, each day unfurling its petals another fraction of an inch towards the warm, nurturing sun. These changes are as inevitable as nature running its course; they’re meant to be.” ― Suzi Davis (Books Gleam)

"I love you without knowing how,  or when, or from where.  I love you simply, without problems or pride:  I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close." — Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets Sculpture by  Masatoyo Kishi

She essence of serenity. She's got the eyes of innocence. She carried things deep inside her that no one has yet to understand. She is drawn to things that make her soul happy like moon, ocean and little things. She is the kind of beautiful soul, that moon admires, that you won't be able to express in words. She is the love and peace in this chaotic world. She loves herself more. Who is she?. A women, that every women needs to be.

You know what I would really like  to do the most right now?.  Climb up to the top of some high place  like the mountains.  The highest place I can find.  Sit on the very top, look all around the world,  see all the scenery, and see with  my own eyes what is been lost from the world. - Haruki Murakami

Trust me. This darkness is a place you can enter and be as safe in as you are anywhere you can put one foot in front of the other and believe the sides of your eyes. Memorize it. You will know it again in your own time. When the appearances of things have left you, you will still have this darkness. Something of your own you can carry with you. The darkness that you can walk so long in it becomes light. - Margaret Atwood  (via Good Reads)

Life's too short To live in the past It's too short You never know how long it'll last One day you're small Holding your father's hand You're sure no one will let you fall You're lost in your own dreamland You grow up faster and faster You start to see and realize You grow bolder and stronger You start to see judgement in people's eyes You don't want help anymore You're sure you know what you're doing You close the door On all advice, you start to wonder where you're going As facts hit you in the face It's almost hard to breathe You're trying to keep up with the pace But all the hardships bury you underneath You start to miss what you had When you had someone who cared You start to feel sad You start to feel empty of the love they shared But someone comes out and says You're stuck in the past You're living in the haze Time is running out, you better move fast It's then that you're...

Locked safely in a corner of my mind Where the cleaner never passes through the door A room I enter now and then to find A thought that will, my innocence restore Not a cobweb or a speck of dust No disorder where the records lay All appears as though I just Closed that little door the other day I take my time to browse the shelves As they from slumber slowly wake Then each in turn present themselves In always pleasing forms they take In never ending streams they pour Onward to the party held To celebrate they came before That age of innocence was felled Dancing still as they did then          Faultless in their ignorance Laughing as they will again Till I have run the full distance Copyright © Richard D Seal

"There is a place where words are born of silence, A place where the whispers of the heart arise. There is a place where voices sing your beauty, A place where every breath carves your image in my soul." - Rumi, In the Arms of Beloved

Despite the full moon the meadow is empty Loneliness leaves me blue. There's a breeze caressing the flowers The ground is warm, not yet covered in dew. It would appear the meadow can feel my emotions Knew I'd cry those tears, bright like little stars in the night.. This will be a memory I will cherish, when the moon rises My meadow in the moonlight. Vlado Magic ~ Vladimir Petrosanec

Love Song - Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke How can I keep my soul in me, so that it doesn't touch your soul? How can I raise it high enough, past you, to other things? I would like to shelter it, among remote lost objects, in some dark and silent place that doesn't resonate when your depths resound. Yet everything that touches us, me and you, takes us together like a violin's bow, which draws *one* voice out of two separate strings. Upon what instrument are we two spanned? And what musician holds us in his hand? Oh sweetest song.

Something told the wild geese It was time to go, Though the fields lay golden Something whispered, "snow." Leaves were green and stirring, Berries, luster-glossed, But beneath warm feathers Something cautioned, "frost." All the sagging orchards Steamed with amber spice, But each wild breast stiffened At remembered ice. Something told the wild geese It was time to fly, Summer sun was on their wings, Winter in their cry. ~Rachel Field (via Life's daily treasures)

The Mystery Of Love I haven't wrote a poem since the day he left My words don't sound the same anymore , but still I write, there's no reason to write he will never hear my words He has started a new life, he's a daddy to be! I think about it and that could have been me, as much as I love him, am thankful it's not Happiness doesn't last forever That's life I can now think of him without shattering a tear Is it cause I've moved on or cause I accepted the hardest fact, that his not coming back? Love is still the biggest mystery For those who accept its failure & achievement By heart and soul. Is that true love?which never make two souls into one soul. Love is too much creative,it fill the colours in life And those are fake lovers who fail to accept you. Love creat feeling Feeling creat positive relation Positive relation makes family. Atlast mystery of love cann’t solve By fake people. Copyright © Aliza Kashmala Kiran

We are taught not to judge but how far does that go? Yes, we're all taught to love but how much of it shows? We like to throw stones at the devil's scapegoats But the ears that will listen are hearing this quote: "Judge not lest ye be judged", and isn't it true? Or are some people so bad that our judgment is due? Did you think that salvation was exclusive to you? If you light fires of judgment won't you be consumed? I can't speak for you but I don't want to judge people After all, under God we are all loved as equals When I join the accuser and his self-righteous band Somehow I can see my own sins in the sand Copyright © Kyle kriticos

WISDOM LAST FOREVER Ten thousand years filled with mystery Still blind eyes do not see Sheltered in the realms of time Life’s sacred dreams we cannot find Searching for secrets we don’t understand The universal knowledge of this land Know not what life has in store Don’t know what we’re searching for We seek knowledge we can’t comprehend Like sifting dust in the wind We search for life’s ancient dreams Never truly knowing what they mean Golden treasures man’s eyes do lust Before our bones turn to dust Wisdom’s knowledge is up to you Learn life’s wisdom that is true You cannot buy wisdom with gold Learn wisdom before you grow old Life’s universal wisdom will last forever Keeping one’s heart and soul together To this world we say goodbye Yet one’s soul will never die By David Edward Stephens

Your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission. be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere. it may not be much light but it beats the darkness. be on the watch. the gods will offer you chances. know them. take them. you can’t beat death but you can beat death in life, sometimes. and the more often you learn to do it, the more light there will be. your life is your life. know it while you have it. you are marvelous the gods wait to delight in you. Charles Bukowski

With every breathe I take With every step I make With every beat of my heart Even in times when we are apart My love for you is renewed As fresh as the morning dew In every sunrise made anew With every sad tear that falls Whenever your deep voice calls My love for you is renewed In times of famine and war Even when it all seems to be going wrong With every sweet uttered word And even in a separated world My love for you is renewed With every moment of laughter shared With every gentle affection displayed Even when I say I cant no more No matter what we are fighting for My love for you is renewed With every Mount Everest we climb With every secret valleys that bind With every thunder rumbling With every rose petal crumbling My love for you is renewed Copyright © sharon chirau

Autumn Song By Dante Gabriel Rossetti Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf How the heart feels a languid grief Laid on it for a covering, And how sleep seems a goodly thing In Autumn at the fall of the leaf? And how the swift beat of the brain Falters because it is in vain, In Autumn at the fall of the leaf Knowest thou not? and how the chief Of joys seems—not to suffer pain? Know'st thou not at the fall of the leaf How the soul feels like a dried sheaf Bound up at length for harvesting, And how death seems a comely thing In Autumn at the fall of the leaf?

I wonder which words will be deigned suitable as my epitaph? I hope I`ll be thought of kindly That they recall the way I laughed Let them look through ageing photographs for the youth I used to be remembering the wild young girl, that in the early days was me. I`d love to be brought to mind by the hue of a stunning rose Pink .. my trademark colour the shade I always chose. If I wrote the words myself to be engraved forever in stone I think I`d say `She always did her very best, usually on her own.. Everyone counted on her ability to be strong, even when she was correct .. she was invariably wrong` ~~ ~~ Marian Finch Dreamscapes & Nightmares Poetry (c)

Oh beautiful flower. You were glowing like a queen in this world till yesterday.. And today you are lying on the ground… When I see your plight, I am sure that success is not permanent in this world… The plant that gave birth to you would have pampered when you were infant. It helped you to blossom. The wind would have swung you to its tune. You had bathed with other young buds During milky full moon nights, Your child hood was spent so happily Without any sorrow You shook your head to the tunes of birds tweeting at sunrise In a day you already have learned the hard facts of life And have enjoyed the eternal silence of starry nights Slowly your body grew You became beautiful and gorgeous Facial expression turned evident, cheeks gleamed And a bright smile appeared Poem by Kumaran Asan

Three Turtles Basking on a log, Three turtles nudged for sunlight Two fall, one conquers Copyright © Milton Toran photo by Roberto

It seems I’ve traveled this path, too many times to count. A road which leads to nowhere, mentally unable to dismount. It was an easy route to follow, for demands were not emplaced. The only requirement needed, was precious time to waste. As I follow the road of surrender, thoughts tease my mental state. Is this the path I’m destined for, and have I sealed this fate? I should have turned around, and taken an alternate route. But rationalizing the purpose, left me full of doubt. The path less traveled is easier, than walking towards one's goals. The road which leads to nowhere, always embraces this empty soul. Copyright © Stacy Stiles photo by Cheryl Rose

The Queen of Autumn knits together the bold colours of reds, greens, oranges and even browns so she may wrap the earth in colourful splendour before the cold climes of Winter make another appearance. © Roberta Abrams. 09.23.17

If the ship is sinking do you stay on it or do you get on a life boat an row away to be rescued but in this ocean their isn't any help available what so ever an your left with just endless rowing and no direction at all. How do you feel after you give in to the vast ocean an endless rowing? No doubt your mind would be tired of constant worry, so you stop rowing an lie on the boat wondering if you'll ever be rescued. You think back to all the people on that ship you left sinking wondering if you could of have done something to save them but you yourself were too selfish to even look back but the damage is done an now you must live with the guilt for the rest of your life. so you close your eyes an drift off to sleep to the motion of the sea but you suddenly awake realizing it was just a dream but in fact it wasn't a dream at all just your mind remembering and tears start to fall down your cheek knowing that you'll never be rescued as you endlessly drift out at s...

Fly so fast, cry for wind Carry me between your wings Me, me, tiny, olive skinned Blood of beggars, blood of kings Lost forever, never found Roar your cry across the land Where the road once walked and wound Stranded in mountains of sand Clamp your claws around my waist ‘till my harness groans and falls You will hold my torso raised You, impenetrable wall No giant strong enough to win Or to grab us from the sky No demon vile, no sinner's skin No Cyclops to burn us with his eye Fly my Harpy, take our dreams Kill the bad, the hurt, the sad Cherish fragile shining beams Screech seductively and glad Fly so fast, cry for wind Carry me, my love, your wings Me, me, tiny, olive skinned You and me are blood of kings *** March 23, 2017 Copyright © Darren White

It is strange how things that we see and take for granted in everyday life should suddenly instil in our minds a new awareness of their presence A silent moment a brief pause from life's ever quickening pace a moment of peace - in times like these a common thing like a dried old tree becomes alive with beauty It stands like a quiet sentinel who has witnessed many an event through time Time has passed by but it remains silently standing there O Tree! What secrets do you store in your noble branches? How many events have you recorded that man knows nothing of? In your younger days when you wore your mantle of green you nested the carefree birds to their offspring you gave protection When the sun scorched the earth you gave them cool shade On a cool windy night you gave them warmth How pleasant was their song to your ear as they sang a song of thanks to you You were a playmate to the children When they romped at your feet or climbed on...

It was a ‘learn to water color’ class Deborah signed up for without restraint and she already had in mind the picture she would to paint. It was our cabin in the mountains…the one nestled in the trees where we sit on the porch together…where we catch the summer breeze. The cabin where we’ve spent those summers with our children for over 30 years where we’ve shared so many moments…shared our laughter, shared our tears… I knew she could paint the cabin, add bright colors to the trees, but how, I asked her, is it possible to paint in our memories? “That would be impossible,” she said, “I won’t ever try. I’ll be content with painting the cabin, the ground, the trees…the sky.” But she was wrong…for when her painting was completed… the more and more I peered… there on the canvas before me…a host of memories appeared. Each time I look at her painting of our cabin…of the stairs, the trees…the door I quickly realize I’m not just seeing the cabin…I'm seeing so much more....

"Well, now If little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you Little by little If suddenly you forget me Do not look for me For I shall already have forgotten you If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots Remember That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms And my roots will set off to seek another land” ― Pablo Neruda, Selected Poems via Classics ʚïɞ

you lose my secrets one by one they skip or stumble broken thoughts your fingers float around my face as if touch restores remembrance words lose you names slide through mazes, slip into dark desperation I lose you with sharp edges of knives that cut ties as if they have always been loose I write you into words to fasten you we need to learn what let go means *** Copyright © Darren White August 9, 2018

"You have been my friend.  That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what's a life, anyway? We're born, we live a little while, we die.  A spider's life can't help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone's life can stand a little of that." — E.B. White (via The Looking Glass)

It started high up in the clouds, the moisture balling together until it became a perfect tear drop hovering then falling down, gaining speed. Bumping into others amalgamating, spinning dropping ever downwards. Landing with large splash on a leaf and trickling, running ever down. Joining still as it flows on over the edge to the ground. The rain drop fell into a puddle and spread out reflecting the sky. Glistening, sparkling and pulsing It follows the contours of the land giving life to all as it passes  by, relentlessly advancing with glee. Not over yet, it flowed into a lake now a vast body of water it continues onwards, ever onwards. One day it will return to the sky. That's another story. Copyright © Shadow Hamilton

When things get rough Music takes me away Whether, notes fall with tears Or melodies relax me, I am released from all That overwhelms me The music carries me, When burdens are too heavy The songs peel away layers of pain I travel to the place, music takes me As I listen, the pain lessens My heart a little lighter My mind a little clearer My soul filled with air In this life I breathe I can move on with strength To do what I must do I look back on my footprints Impressions of musical notes Are left shining on my path in life For every step, music led my way For every breathe I took, With each tune I heard For every tear I cried that healed me I am alive, with every song to be heard Heidi Sands  6/10/18

If I could split myself in two One half of me I'd give to you, The other half I'd send away To be with her like yesterday. Though it sounds harsh, this I would do If I could split myself in two. If I could split myself in two One half for her, one half for you. The half for her would win her back To heal my heart and mend the crack, To fix me up, made good as new If I could split myself in two. If I could split myself in two The other half would stay with you. While one half fixes years of tears The Half with you would have no fears, Would be devoted, strong and true If I could split myself in two. But I am not two, I'm just one man So I'll swear to love you all I can If you will take me cracks and all, Be there to lift me when I fall, I'll dedicate my life to you And no longer wish myself in two. Copyright © Simon Cartlidge photo Hisano Hisashi, 1939

. Where did all the sparrows go? They were here in abundance years ago I am told they are still there But why are they now so very rare? Is it mobile phone transmitters that are to blame? Did they somehow get too tame? Instead of peace and flying free Did they become a feline delicacy? I remember watching them have a bath Ruffling their feathers and making me laugh. Sweet and harmless little creatures Settling on our garden features. Taken for granted at our cost Never loved till they were lost. . Marian Finch Dreamscape Poetry

I love those days, certain special days when I can tie up my troubles                          and send them away  to set them adrift, a balloon in the sky getting smaller and smaller                               no wondering why I love those days, certain special days when I feel in control,                         when darkness abates when direction is certain                           and doubt is a fool      happy and positive thoughts to rule There are many balloons,                                   I see in the sky many troubles adrift,  all set free by       those who are worrie...

Sweet and precious Butterfly Set forth your Tender wings And fly Soar towards eternity And follow, follow Follow your heart Follow your soul Into my dreams You alone Know the secret door By which to enter Your voice alone The key To the door Containing My heart Come travel Journey With me Deeper Let your light Illuminate my soul As we explore New realms On this exciting voyage Together DPH 13.9.15

I so love an amber hazy forest, and strolling winding paths bathed in bright colors; I love the Fall leaves of crimson and orange, and bird twitters and peeps. Oh, such sweet callers. Flying! A  fire bird-  a scarlet charmer, the forest is full of wonders and sights; and the smell of dark umber earth-  that delights-  and colorful leaves are                              f                                a                                   l                                     l                                       i      ...

Shaft of sunlight crawls across the lawn, it's amber wash sets apple trees aglow, their shadows form, the spearheads of the dawn now bully cowering bedding plants below. Before the darkness on the ground recedes, Blackbird darts out for food, with sudden stops to monitor some movement in the weeds, then heads for safety in the bramble tops. A yawning cat emerges, looks about, no sport, no competition to amuse, its shift is over, time to now clock out for breakfast, comfy cushion and a snooze. Some folk like lying in, but then they miss those peaceful, lazy sunrises like this. Copyright © Viv Wigley

Humility does not mean believing oneself to be inferior, but to be freed from self-importance. It is a state of natural simplicity which is in harmony with our true nature and allows us to taste the freshness of the present moment. ~ Matthieu Ricard ~

“Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times?" Mo had said..."As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells.. and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower...both strange and familiar.” ― Cornelia Funke

"Our journeys rarely Take us in straight lines. It's not our path, but The destination that defines What we have accomplished And what we intend. An active course is one That a traveler must amend. Think of a speed skater Racing across the ice. His or her skates don't Go in the same direction twice. Each travels forward and out Alternating left and right. Both counter each other But not in a separate plight. The arms support the motion As the body sways to and fro - Propelling the skater forward In spite of the ebb and flow. This is a lesson from which Each one of us can learn - Sometimes the most direct path Is the one that's full of turns." © Ted Stahl - digital mixed media and layered fractals

I live to experience something new each day - to learn something new, meet a new friend, bring joy into someone's life, feel the wind newly on my skin, touch a new fear, a new anger, and with focused intent and good fortune, find an ample measure of my own joy. - Jonathan Lockwood Huie

Every thing carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail towards those isles of yours that wait for me.    --Pablo Neruda

The rain falls covering my tears. Deep wounds that can't heal. Another knife sharpen ready to use. Another scar added. Picking up pieces of a broken heart. Paranoid thoughts take over. Drowning in a sea of mixed emotions. Not sure who to trust. Burying the pain in lines of poems. Saying nothing to anyone. What they don't know can't hurt them. But it's hurting you. If you where picked and loved. Only to be left and lied to. Wouldn't you grow thorns to?. Copyright © stephanie warrillow

Be gentle. Fill yourself up with love instead of hate. Fill yourself up with art, books, knowledge, experiences. surround yourself with people who have nothing but love to give. These things are important. they will help you learn how to love

Shining brightly over the horizon like a dim candle flame through the night are the city lights. Here a million people’s hearts beat together, all individual and alive. This city is alive even at night when the lights glow orange sparkling through the night air, such a pretty sight from afar  – on the streets it’s a rough and violent place to survive. We all see the city in our own way  but it will always be there in its own world of hard concrete and glittering lights. Copyright © nick armbrister jimmy boom semtex

With every breath I take, I’ll think of you Of every beautiful thing, I’ll gladly wear your ring In every individual moment I’ll memorize Of all the fond memories to which I believe are true As I lay down on sweet scented lilac satin sheets I will bring A delightful whimsical swaying as I visualize With every moment of each and every passing day I will blow you a kiss and a delicious wish I’ll be waiting here for you; with every breath I take I may sing or write you a charming romantic song per say May your days be filled with a contentment of a fond desires upon your dish May your cup runnith over with a divine power upon your beautiful caressed face as you forsake With every breath you take I’ll think of you Of every beautiful thing; I’ll gladly hear you sing In every moment and time may you be blessed in merriment as you memorize With every breath you take, with every breath you take With every breath you take, with every breath you take. Copyright © The...

Lost souls and soul mates, a puzzle piece and picture We both need each other, but we’re not the only ones I came to realize, that nothing’s meant to be I’ve tried to fit in, but I don’t feel I belong That night I met you, we both knew it was right We talked for hours in the driveway at your house All through the winter, and then, the spring and summer But, I was gone, long before the fall      I’ve lived my life, thinking, I’ve done all right      Each step is better…. Than the one before      I’ve lived my life, thinking, this path is right      But, now I’m lost…. And, I don’t know where to go Lost souls and soul mates, a puzzle piece and picture So many others are connecting all around I see the pictures; that they make together I feel so jealous, but where do I belong      I’ve lived my life, thinking, I’ve done all right      Each step is better…. Than the one before ...

Tear drops fall between silent lines carrying the tune of this weeping melody written on my heart’s faded sheet music Scales cry in sharpened flats twisting treble clef sorrows Candelabras drip pain on withered fingers roaming ivory slivers bleeding out of tune syncopation Unheard choruses in three quarter sadness wasted on black and white keys played long after the lid was closed on our love Where is that sustain pedal when you need it? Copyright © Chris Green