I hear a bird’s song
I look to see where he is
Then I see sweet bird
His song is music
His notes bring joy and sweet glee
I am happy now
He flies away, then
I am alone with my thoughts
I wonder once more
I hear a bird’s song
I look to see where he is
Then I see sweet bird
His song is music
His notes bring joy and sweet glee
I am happy now
He flies away, then
I am alone with my thoughts
I wonder once more
better next time
I know it’s ok
I know it’s fine
I know you’re out there
It’ll be better
next time
one leaf
on the water
shiny happy
colors change
so do we
autumn’s here
hanging branches
caressing the river
swish swash
someone
sweetly sailing
upon the ripples of life
blessed blissfully
Lazy, tired, easy water
Slow green color
Slowly moving
Past me
I become
A leaf or a branch
That is hanging just within reach
Of lapping murmuring water
That now
And
Again
Quenches my thirsty surface…
Drops
Fall back
Into the
River
Only to be lightly splashed
Back
Onto a welcoming me
Longing to have such
Light spray
On
My
Parched
Soul…
I know from the beginning of time all peoples migrate – short distance or long distance – looking for something other than what they have, hoping for a better existence. To begin with Phoenicians were cut out for migration, being sailors and merchants, this was a given. They’re natural risk takers, sailing sometimes into total unknown. Life taking them up and down like the waves under their boats but as usual they continue through the ups and the downs. I guess this life appealed to them more than just stagnation….
i want to be bubbly
light and happy
i want to truly taste
the beauty
of life
i want to feel
more happiness
than ever
before
in all aspects of life
i want to discover
all the joy
that’s possible
in life
i want to know
beyond all doubt
that whatever
i think
whatever i want
i can be and have
i love the beach breeze
that blows all over my spirit
i am a new soul
it’s good to be new
energy abounds and how
i fly like a bird
i close my eyes now
and behold the freedom sweet
i leave satisfied