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Sparkling moments of holiday happenings

Frozen fantasies forever or not

Time flies by like embers dancing

magical moments made clear in the frost

Comes the morning when sunlight embraces

Selfless thoughts burn cold in the dawn

Then like a torrent all passions remembered

Things that in darkness must be left gone

Holiday embers ...

The Hand of God

Funny how a shaft of light on a painted wall can spark the senses and leave us in awe.

Today as I sat sleepily with eyes transfixed upon the door. A flash of sunlight reemerged and spilled across the floor. So many feeling flood to front and splash across the wall.

Thoughts of cool summer days and thoughts of frosty fall. Now enter in those sounds of silence that with deafening array, they whisper tender traceries that gently frame the day.

Could it be that in the vastness of a universe filled with light. That somewhere in the darkest corner our hopes can still ignite?

In exploration of infinity spinning to and fro, there is a hand that has emerged which from a dead star grows.

It reaches for a mighty milky way and offers up a prayer, that while it may be fading fast it's reflection will still be there.

As I looked into the mirror I saw a shadowed line. The very moment it occurred I realized that time can be the mirror that reflects our thoughts, It holds them still and fine.

All seemed enamored of this sight, this vision of mankind. Until the day when it occurred that that hand of god is mine ...

Let It Pour

Do you ever wonder why, why sometimes you need to cry

Why you feel that need sometimes, could it be you have lost your rhymes

Perhaps a shadow of what has been, or maybe a reflection of what could have then

Takes you to a place somewhere, a place where there can be no care

Some say it's not a manly thing to drink too deeply from this spring

But I must truly take exception, because I find it to be a self-deception

If one thinks we have no need, then let us listen and take heed

For when the soul has torn and bleeds, the tears of healing can help indeed

Like desert rain on soil parched, these tears of heaven can make it start

So remember when in pain we find ourselves, it is in the rain that our happiness dwells

Let it rain ... Let it pour ...

Electric Energy

Like a desert thunder storm on a hot December night, my love knows no boundaries, it is filled with the energy of a million delights

What could possibly contain its power, should it be only a spring time shower. The possibility of life distilled can seed infinity and make it fulfilled.

If our passion could be contained, then legions of angels would gather the rain

Come that night of dark and despair, the heavens would open and shower us with care

What miracle of nature lies contained in a seed. Can anyone know, and should anyone need

To Chadwick With Love

  

What could be more beautiful than a vision of the Milky Way from the perspective of the Palm Springs desert on a clear and moon filled night? The sky so clear that you can see its every flaw in flight.

To stand in the stars and scatter ribbons of light is like no other feeling, for when the time is right your soul can take flight and become one with its many seasons.
 

A million and one stars sprinkle light from above while the mother earth catches it and turns it to love. So strong is the bond between heaven and earth that the elements reflect it and bring it to birth.
 

Standing high in the mountains or low at the earth I cannot but marvel at this spectacle in mirth, while all the time knowing how great is its worth.
 

Without the high heavens there can be no earth, and without your love dear there would be no rebirth.

Tsunami

         

Here it comes again! That giant wall of emotions surging towards me like a tsunami from the past.

Just when the skies were clear and the waters were calm, an eruption in the ocean of life has occurred and the ramifications are reaching the surface, breaking the surface and causing a ripple of mega proportions. A blast reaching out from the core, soon to overtake me and dash me against the rocks once again.

Perhaps it is that moment when I am in a state of bliss and my guard is down, that is the time I am most vulnerable. However, if I am truly happy and content in my thoughts, it will instead lift me up and carry me on to the next shore.

In any event, it is that time of year for energies to be released and pent up feelings to be set free. As for me I'd rather surf the wave than be sucked under by it.

Bring it on, I will be in desert!

Clouds

The clouds of spring and summer this year have been extraordinary. Clouds such as these I have not seen since I was a young boy. Or perhaps is it that I am getting young again in my older years?

My grandfather and I used to sit together on the porch of our house in Rockford. We would look up and watch the procession of clouds drift by. Sometimes soft and gentle, other times strong and ascending they would provide us with endless entertainment as we watched this cosmic theatre unfold.

Today I came across a book entitled simply "Wind Blown Clouds". I laughed and thought to myself how proud would my grandfather be to know that he could have been the author of this book. But not just that - he could and would have been much more, and he was. When grandfather and I looked up to the skies, we saw not only clouds in motion but rather a puppet opera.

Every cloud has a distinct personality and purpose. When a storm is coming they are ominous, when good weather abounds they are happy and playful and when there is rain or snow coming they are rather serious. There are occasions when clouds merely, playfully change shapes as if they were bored. I have seen clouds shape shift from cherubs to dragons and from puppies to werewolves. But in the end they are only clouds - aren't they?

People are much like clouds. Ever changing changelings. Always looking for that better shape, a more perfect format, or that most ultimate essence from which to play our role in life.

I think that my grandfather taught me a lot about life. Thank you grandpa!

From "My Phoenix Rising"

(by Robert Dobnick)