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Colors of FallAutumn rose petals -Color glow in the fall mist:Moist scent of late sun.
Forest BloomGreen leaves on the treesSparkle like sheer emeralds:White diamond blossoms.
The Flow of LifeThe flow of life springs from the midst of the origin of being.From nothing, a world emerged: mountains, sky, land, sea.The formation of the source: In the heart of the earth, in the deepest mountainsA thin trickle forces itself through the rocks.It swells up and becomes a handsome brooklet.This creek merges with other water veins,Becomes a rivulet meandering in curves through lovely landscapes:Wetlands, forests, meadows and fields.Together with other rivers, it flows into the sea.The water seems so light and weightless, but it is deceptive.Over time, the water even grinds sharp, pointed stones round and small,With the courage of duration and permanence.Our flux of life also arises from our hearts,Tirelessly it flows in us to create the impossible, to realize dreams -Always on the journey, pouring into the endless sea of time.
Moonlit WavesFrom the deepest blackness of the nightsilvery the full moon illuminates the darkness,shines in the midst of infinity,nestled in a sea of stars.A mysterious silence covers the earth.Yearning draws me down to the sea.A softly rippling melody fills the air.Again and again rekindled by the rhythms of this earth,moonlight reflects in water sources,beckons like white canvas from the wavesas a cool sun salutation of the night.An angel sings to me night wind melodies.The breath of God is it,I believe to be able to hear.God scatters a slight foreboding into time.It is as if a hand touching my heart.
Peace of MindSolitude -Mind's peace:A midnight lake,Only connected with nature:Tranquility.
BlueI am the sky blue; nothing restricts me.The floating, that does not dream, nor thinks.I sleep in the shadow of my ego;Because the sea and the streams reflect me.A blue sky bestows positive quality.Blue, the colour of peace, tranquility and serenity.Symbol of harmony, friendliness, sympathy and loyalty.Blue as the colour of the horizon for distance and expanse.I have turned my gaze to the point at the end of the world,Where heaven is married to the sea.Beyond the blue infinityWaits my harbor, at the end of time.
Under the Lime TreeA tender nightly kissUnder the ancient lime tree:Moon, stars warm the heart.
Eye of the StormGold and light entwineAround the earth rotation urge.Monoliths ram each otherThrough the eternal waves.Pillars of light prop upOn the dormant cloud cover.Time stands still, the amazement wants,That no clock is ticking.I do not see any lightUnder the dome of this sky,While I acquire the lettersOf the storm.Late, late, very lateI change myself in the root:Cyclops - Eye for Life -Wandering, I find my universe.Amid the destructive power of thisMetaphorical “storm”There is a peace center:The Eye of the Storm.In the period of chaotic sources,Of destructive forces,I find the "resting point" in my inner center.My "self", the hope in the dark.In the light I learn to love.Writing poetry I learn in the beauty.Light and love is the whole,Because the whole is light and love.
Malicious Self-righteousnessPeople are self-righteous very quickly.When they get something for free,They look immediately for the reasonsWhy it is like that.Ultimately, they have "earned" it.When it was cold in my life,A man gave me fire.As all the people of goodwill,All the self-righteous,Slammed their doors in my nose.It was only a small wood fireAnd in my soul it burns still like a bonfire.Self-righteousness is a bad guide for us humans:It leads to arrogance and the suppression of our own weaknesses.Scapegoats are being searched for every calamity.When there was hunger in my life,A woman gave me bread,When all the self-righteous rejoiced in my fasting.It was just a bite of bread, but in my soulIt is like a big feast.There are many who appear to be respectable and good;Because they are involved everywhere,Donate generously and nothing seems to work without them.Again and again there will be some who do only good,To make themselves appear in a good light.Then they can say self-righteousl
ElementsElementsWater, Fire, Earth combine.Herald, sing your angel's cry.Water, Fire, Earth combine.Sing it to the very sky.Light and Darkness, ever shine.Light; the angel, beauty define.Light and Darkness, ever shine.Dark, the angry, yet so divine.Space and Time, forever grand.High above or in the sand.Space and Time, forever grand.In the air or on the land.Wind and Lightning, never gone.Clouds above were once withdrawn.Wind and Lightning, never gone.Life below, only a pawn.Hidden secrets, life abound.From the Darkness, shadows bound.Hidden secrets, life abound.Spring forth the truth, at last found.
The Maxberg ArchaeopteryxI waited in a tiny house without a light or door,That each progressing day was slightly smaller than before,Until I felt the sudden urge to break and struggle free.I came into the world in only natal feathers dressed,Among my likewise siblings in an interwoven nest,Atop a shrub amid a land surrounded by the sea.Each day my father came to us with smaller lives to eat,As slowly I grew larger and my feathers more complete.Along my longest finger formed a broad and glossy wing.With wings to press me forward I could climb an upright wall,And now the nest where I had dwelt was also strangely small,And I could not ignore the larger island's beckoning.My wings had grown sufficient to support my weight in air,And prey could now be chased and won without my father's care.Observing my lagoon-encircled kingdom from above,Another hunger came to me beyond the quest for food,To recreate on my behalf my natal nest and brood,And prove to a companion my deserving of her love.For every
Elemental WolfI am the stellar wolf.With eyes of amber,Which hold fallen stars,And that reflect the moon's glow.I am the Inferno wolf.With my fiery heart,That burns for a mate.And the passion to run free.I am the Aquatic wolf.With my liquid movements,That help calm my pack,In times of confusion and pain.I am the Wooded wolf.With my pine needle fur,That stands on end in fury,When danger threatens my pack.I am the Aero wolf.With my bone chilling growls,And my light hearted howls,That reach even the heavens in the sky.I am the Earthen wolf.With my sand paper paws,That help me grip,And rip into the earth when I run.I am the Elemental wolf.Though I may seem strange,With all my forms,I am actually one.With one heart,One soul,One desire,I am the wolf.*howls*
WolvesThe Howl The NightDid Not OpposeBy Justin BorerIn the forest on this cold, misty, moonlit night.Nature is calm and quiet with not a soul in sight.The silence continues, nothing trying to fight.Then moonlight shines through the trees.The light continues to flow like a calm breeze.Casting shadows upon the lonly leaves.A branch snaps breaking the somber silence.Something in the darkness moves showing its defiance.The forest shifts reluctantly to this act of violence.Through the shadow the moon helps soothe.This figure has nothing to prove.Steathy and strong it continued to move.The figure emerged from the darkness to cast its own shadow.Through its grey and black fur the wind does blow.With its pointed ears every creature it does know.The creature sat on the ground and looked at the starry sky.He felt alone, that, no one could deny.through its bluish-gray eyes it wondered why.He looked up at the bright full moon.He let out a howl and held its desperate tune.Hoping s
Mother EarthShe has suns for eyes,and oceans for tears,a blade of grass for each hair,and wisdom beyond her years.Rage like an earthquake,sorrow as deep as the sea,madness funneled like a hurricane,joy blooming so vividly, kings fall to their knee.Her skin is a motley,with hues so dark and bright,she sleeps during the day,and lays awake at night.She has the universe for a heart,and the cosmos burn in her soul,however, humanity's blindness,is at last taking its toll.
October EyesSuch gentle colors drip across your freckled shoulder blades.A quilt of puddled watercolors soaked in auburn shades.Spun of golden rivulets and rinsed in autumn skies,So many endless currents swimming through your lonesome eyes.Brushing under fingertips and over shattered songs,Unraveling like morning glaze against my paling palms.With beauty like October hills and hollow as the skies,The water drops against the earth will be our lullaby.
Wolf WithinWatching from the shadows,I see the world for what it truly is.The pain, the suffering,And even the malice that fills the void.I don't understand how my human,How my other half, can stand them.With their selfish wants,And their furless bodies,It amazes me how he can walk among them,And not quiver at their strangeness.But maybe it's me who's strange…The one who might not fit.I hide in the fabric of his soul,Forever watching the world,And waiting for another who is just like us,Another who can understand…Though my time does get lonely,I often enjoy giving my human things,That remind him of what he truly is,Something that few can ever obtain.I give him my own sight.I let him run through the trees,And let him feel the wind through my fur,I even give him the thrill of chasing a deer.Though these are mere illusions,Mere memories,They are still as strong as the day I saw them,Through my two golden orbs.And one day soon,One day very soon…I hope that he and I can s
WolvesRunning through the snow,picking up speed.Leaving trails of prints behind,as the wolves take the lead.Nothing but a blur, as they pass.White as the snow.Panting as they run,Showing no signs of slow.The wolves move swiftly around,Dodging every tree, every rock.But so silently as they do it,There is nothing here to mock.They climb a hill, to the very edge.In the distance hoots a snow owl.The wolves gather round,and great the moon with a howl."AROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..."
Into the LightThe moon tonight is, simply, a white noteadrift, spinning. It patiently tracks the breezeon the edge of genesis, floating in motes of static. On the surface, it seems at ease. Light filters through oak leaves and coats its thrall, the summer heat's slow weavethrough the river's margins to the throatof the sea. Small fish leap up to teasethe moon tonight. Simply, this white note rotates its body like thread released from reel, alters its position over nodes
Wish for ButterfliesSpring -Blue butterfliesJoyfully circling around,Dancing in rose briers:Abundance.