Expeditions Into Life

photo by KLB
Sunset at Carmel-by-the-sea

To kick off National Poetry month:

Expeditions Into Life

As if standing on the stoop

Coat wrapped snugly in anticipation

Right foot tipped slightly over the edge

So began the expedition into a Life

A stepping off

Into the Sea

No longer standing in the middle

Not standing to the left or right

With no beginning

Whilst no end

Just expeditions

Into a Life

Wash thine hair in murky water of strife

The beautiful fragile survive

Beyond earth's final daylight

Along 200 billion stars glide

Ever continuing Life

Ready to interrupt delicate balance

Any vine would wind choking the Life

Yet with one gasp escapes from clutches

Not towards but away

Propelled by eternity

The pipe organ boasts loudly

Attempts to steal

Soft voice of thought

From its place surreal

Gay as flags flapping in Country Breezes

A wash woman hangs her pieces

Now being read centuries ahead

Not arrived til the Sea

Gulps more breaths from white sands

Left along bays by long departed

The Expeditionaire dares start another trip

With a final sip from the nectar glass

A single petal flutters landing on one wave

Of an eternal Sea ~ A Life

Copyright©1998-2016 KLB

tides

lost

the tide came in upon your shore

depositing treasures of shells

you picked one up and put in your pocket

carrying it with you as you walked

you were sidetracked by gulls

then a few children playin took your eyes away

your walk continued along your shore

what seemed like perhaps years 

alas you had forgotten the sea shell

when you reached inside that pocket

as if totally unknown to you

you tossed the shell back into the ocean

with nary more a thought

you turned left then right on shore

kept right on walking ~ ~ 

~ and the sea shell wept for the loss as carried further out to sea it was tossed ~  sea it was tossed ~

beneath the shade of blue

I wonder how it is

that the heart 

hears whispers

my ears

leave out

I think being human

is truly over rated

The fragility of being human

so sorely neglected

The soul alone

connects 

this world

with the other

dimensions

my yearning

is to be released

from the grasp

of ego's desperation

I could have been 

in love with everything

nothing would have 

changed that love

only ego tried so hard

to strangle it

time with you

 Appreciating the Gift of You

"You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give." ~Kahlil Gibran

Turn left

Stop 

Pull forward

Park

Run into that shop

Grab what ya got.

The rat race goes on and on.

Time valued is still time lost when the moment

you spent it you forgot it.

How to give 'you' rather than give 'things'

is rarely taught and

seldom role modeled these days. 

It is as if our time goes by in 

a fast unacknowledged haze

without giving ourselves

simply from our hearts.

I paused this morning thinking about how gratefulness

to others for the time they have given me ~ sometimes slips

away from me when I am not focused on the person with a 

deep level of listening that silences my thoughts forming 

to be spoken next. I miss the gift of the person given to me.

Back to my basics ... back to be ever so grateful for the mountains

in front of me to climb and the river beyond to swim. Back to 

a genuine appreciation of the people who cross my path adding to

my heart that seeks to learn about Love.

Thank you for giving pieces of you to me. Thank you for giving

me some of that precious time that is finite and goes by too 

fast for anyone of us.

Thank you for Being You and letting me be me.