Canvas of Life

“Let us be kind to one another, for most of us are fighting a hard battle.” – Ian MacLaren

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The comfort of a gloomy morning,
its grayness like a canvas hanging
in the room of melancholy
when life weeps in its most treasured
raindrops of iridescent hue.
It all seems so tragic yet, so beautiful,
like an artist with a paintbrush
creating magic of an abstract art,
lost in thought letting the rain fall
on the canvas of life like pearls
rolling down through muddy paths
making them shimmer with a tremulous light.
The paths of pain and sorrow
only gloom can heal, for the sun
might be too bright to see
the landscape of watercolors falling
from the giving sky, blending
with all the seeds of life;
some weary, some eager to breathe
and sprout to tomorrow’s light.
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Yosemite’s Heartbeat

“Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.” ― John Muir

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The heartbeat of Yosemite,
oh, so captivating,
whispering through ages.
Its garden swallowing us whole,
urging us to open our wings
and fly to the edge of wonder;
touch the winds of time.
The mountaintops are calling
for our soul to climb the walls of life.
The valley sings her enduring melody
for our bare feet to dip in the soft green.
The waterfalls are roaring in their might,
some dancing in rainbow mist
as angels on heavens’ clouds.
And, the heart;
the heart melts into all
that is so beautifully wild,
free of worry and doubt.
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All Too Human

“Despair is the price one pays for self-awareness. Look deeply into life, and you’ll always find despair.” ― Irvin D. Yalom

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Darkness and light,
death and life,
despair and hope,
sharing the same ground
we all walk,
breathing the same air
without which all is dead.
Can the soul survive?
The pale stars,
the waning moon,
the sweltering sun
burning all in its sight.
Can the trees protect us
from our own demise?
Are we human to one another
or are we all too human
to truly love?
To cherish
before we perish
one blade of grass at a time…
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Midnight Glow

“In every walk with Nature one receives far more than he seeks.” – John Muir

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I came to the end of the valley,
where the last tree stands
lonesome, it seems,
but the mountain stream
playfully runs by it as if
they were best of friends.
I sit down for a moment
resting my back against the mossy trunk,
my bare feet in the stream
as I melt into the surrounding;
with the view of pure splendor
and every drop of mist,
with every touch of a butterfly’s wing
that brushes against my skin.
Peaceful, I let it all flow
as the daylight dances into
the midnight glow.
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Lavender Field

“Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.”
― Marcus Aurelius

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The sun, never shy to shine
even when the clouds take over the skies.
The rays of light always there
for us to touch and make them ours.
Don’t be shy, reach out
for your very own spark of light.
Don’t worry you’ll miss the perfect one,
kiss your fear with warmth
and tuck it deep under your pillow.
Step outside of your home
to take a short stroll.
Let the trees guide your footsteps,
let your journey begin –
not tomorrow but today.
Let the sun sing inside your heart,
awaken your inner luminescence,
take a sip of the morning mist and
smile like a lavender field.
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Daily Greetings

“Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different…” – C.S. Lewis

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Before I say good-bye
I must say hello –
my daily greetings
to the meadow of yellow
with bees and their busy working,
to the soft soil
I comfortably walk on.
To the breeze brushing through
the dancing trees,
to the spring rain washing off
all that is hurting.
To the sun reaching
for my face to turn upward
and kiss the sweet air.
Some days are better
sometimes we have nothing left
but pain in our heart
and one step to make at a time.
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The Aroma Of Jasmine And Oranges

“Sometimes the most important thing in a whole day is the rest we take between two deep breaths, or the turning inwards in prayer for five short minutes.” ― Etty Hillesum

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Lazy Sunday, fuzzy day;
the sun trying persistently
to peek through the haze,
the conspicuous hills in the near distance –
the loyal watcher, and the breeze
making the trees dance
in the rhythm of a spring afternoon.
My feet sun-kissed
in flip-flops nested,
the tan skin with hair-thin lines, I notice,
shamelessly reflect age and life.
I can’t help but love
the roadmap of my travels,
tumbles and hikes,
the scars, bruises, and a broken toe,
the sunset strolls in the sand,
the many hours on a tennis court.
Today, a hazy day,
when one tends to forget about pain,
like an anchored vessel rocking in a calm sea,
the mind saunters in the garden of memories
with the aroma of jasmine and
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I Would

“For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain.” ― Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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If I could fly into space
to find you a necklace made of stars, I would.
If I could turn into the sun
to spill warmth into your heart, I would.
If I could become the moon
to guide you into your dreams, I would.
If I could be the ocean
to absorb your tears, I would.
If I could become your mirror
I would smile into your eyes
and tell you how beautiful you are.
Every morning, every day, every night.


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Left Behind In Ashes

“I’m not crying because of you; you’re not worth it. I’m crying because my delusion of who you were was shattered by the truth of who you are.” – Steve Maraboli

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Nothing matters in the end…
Years of memories, erased
without a thought.
Years of love, gone!
Like a house after a lightning bolt,
the spark of a sudden death,
Brick by brick, frame by frame,
not even a mirror on the wall…
The promise of a home
up in the smoke
and down to the ground,
left behind in ashes…
Like a half smoked cigarette
slowly burning, without apology,
setting its surrounding aflame.
When love betrays
only the death of heart
lingers in the air.
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Morning Harmony

“There is no glory in star or blossom till looked upon by a loving eye; There is no fragrance in April breezes till breathed with joy as they wander by.” – William C. Bryant


The morning song
Nature’s tongue…
only birds’ chirping
fills the silence and
iridescent glow of
peace and harmony.
The morning dew
gleefully hugging
the garden of golden hue,
winking at the sun
before melting
into the petals of blooms.
I look up to the stars –
Thank you for sleeping
and letting my soul shine
if only for a little while,
when all in solitude
is communing
in perfect sincerity
in beauty dissolved,
the morning song…
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