Voluptuous hills
Beckon seductively With promises of something sweet. Yet what lies behind Are just valleys of darkness, desolation and despair. Clouds clump in cosmic formations Amalgamations swabbed against a sky So blue, shades of blue different And sun struggles to shine through the clouds As if at war with the cloud god Indra World is ugly at times But also rich in beauty beyond our wildest dreams How I long to meet The higher power that created all this. Sit for a moment. Join me and count your blessings Cloud formations. Lush green provocative hills Sweet stubborn sun.
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Circles
Motion Spinning Round and round and round Whirling, swirling, spinning Spinning into a whirlwind Of ecstasy Dizzy twirling. Toad
Wet Slime Cold freezing snow flakes Sex Wet sticky love Cards tame wild sheets Sweet nectar bees Scum on surface of pond. Swirling, whirling, spinning
Around and around in circles Blissful suffused with light Spite, fright, delight Light shimmering thru trees Leaves waving brilliantly Erratically, spastically in the wind (noon or after)
I saw the most gorgeous falls today, Burney Falls CA. On the way The river water was soothing As it rushed past. Oh my God! It is spectacular, inspiration of God One of his most brilliant creations. The existence of something higher Cannot be denied when in the face Of steadily rushing pounding cascades of water. I have been all over the world But this is by far the most spectacular And the mist rising off the falls is like Natural cocaine for the body. Suns reflection turns the water underneath A vibrant turquoise blue. So magical to have a place like this In the midst of so much chaos, euphoria. I wonder how many poems have been inspired here. How many people have experienced a sense of beauty, And wonder and tranquility. One could never fully capture the grandeur of this place if they tried. How can you not acknowledge the existence Of something more powerful than you When you see this place? For your soul not to acknowledge such a beauty Would be truly pathetic sadness. I wish my friends to appreciate this peace as much as I do. Truly gorgeous and to take the source of these falls Home with me. I could listen to this all day, every day For the rest of my existence. All you see is black and brown mountain moss And plants green cover and cascades Of sheer white water, 1,000,000,000 million gallons every day. The water pours constantly like a never ending shower. The mist swirls around us cooling us from the natural Heat of summer. My appreciation is due to God. What an appropriate place to be on a Sunday. I wish this memory seared in my soul forever. Can’t you tell? I love waterfalls. Will my friends have to drag me away today? Sri rama chandra kripalo bhaja mana harana bhave darunam. It forces one to look up to take notice Of the beauty above. How small we are in comparison. |