Jim von Tungeln
Whispering Winds
Whispering winds through the window of my soul,
Gently asking me, "What is your true and final goal?
Looking around at all I see,
Assuming it is all just for me --
While it whispers sweetly to my soul --
"Don't you want to be set free?"
At the mountain top the flying ants put on their best wedding show,
So much to see, so much to know…
A long reflective walk back down through the blooming meadows of ancient green,
And then a quiet beckoning sunset that finally burst it's love deep within me.
I pray you, too, discover exactly what I mean.
Because deep down inside, I think, we all yearn so much to be finally set free.Patricia Minassian
Dilley under the Oaks11-14-09
A canyon grandfather provides the canopy under which I lay
I am a grateful interloper in a sacred place
Through a veil of delicate oak branches intertwined
Cirrus clouds swirl, ever-changing like oil on water
Impressionistic lace on lace
In the distance a loving pair call “squeaky clean!”, “squeaky clean!”
All the while, the woodpecker does her daily chores
Come In!
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