Being deserted...

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It isn't easy
to stand
amid a slideful of
soil and rocks,
even to get a toehold.
When all hope
seems to leave
behind heaps
of bared bones
and tangled vines
I trust my feet
to carry me
through 
all the turmoil
to foot hills.
What use the peaks
when you need
the water of life
to run through
dry deserts?

Scatter

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Distraught by
pulls and pressures
turns and twists
swing and sway
my thoughts are a scatter
my feelings
float aimlessly
and my actions listless.
nothing enthuses
beyond a point.
its only
the cold floor
that seems real,
no light
dispels
darkness inside.

Fair Trails 6

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When things brighten up
it's a sign for me
to get ready
to venture out
and seek newer horizons.
There is an inner glow 
to things
which I can feel
in the flow of the current.
Even when down
in the dumps
I stay tuned to the hum
that goes on 
in the wires
that connect 
all of us: you, me and the birds
of migration.

Fruition.

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There's a quiet joy
when things come to 
fruition,
for I never know
if things that I cared
for and nurtured
will bear fruit.
It could be the weather
or the pests
or the birds
or simply the tiny little
germs and insects
who would claim their
share of Nature's bounty.
The fruit that is ripe and
bright is a sheer joy
to watch before the
juicy bits turn
your insides 
into a song.
The seed grew well
and Nature blew well
and your hands were a help
and of course the Sun god
kept smiling to see 
the fruit come to 
the full shape.
It's a miracle 
that happens every day,
but no less for it!

Fair Trails 3

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I am bowled over
by the space
there is for
the tiniest of
flowers.
Their beauty
infinite
fills up
their existence
momentary.
Like love
that expands
mind infinitely
but just for 
a moment.
And in that moment
are all the seeds
sown
of creation.
I am overcome
by that ecstatic joy
of union
just as the flowers
look at me
so lovingly.

Fair Trails 2

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How I love
these swaying
blades of overgrown
grass, lightly 
caressing my bare
flesh!
All my senses
wake up to their
ephemeral
existence, all serving
to sustain
life in its tiniest and
gigantic forms.
I am the atom 
and unfathomable sky
and the infinite
possibilities of
life.

Fair Trails 1

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Dried bark and
juice within,
freshness of flesh
and dry spirits,
but hope never
dries up.
Freshness floats
and dances
at times
as forests
bring forth
life in myriad 
forms.
Look there
the bird flew 
into the bush
to feast on
insects unseen.

A wonderful moment

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It is a wonderful moment
this one
when I simply take in
life
remembering its several gifts
and breathing joy 
of being alive
to all my inner throbbing
casting away old garments
of guilt and shame
having fully savoured 
pleasures of flesh and spirit
and ready for more
but not greedy.
It is fine to get soulmates
but nothing lasts
and so to desire permanency
is to run after a mirage
So here I am savouring
this moment and the next.