Mushroom

If a mushroom can shine, in days of shade, so can you. ~ Mark Thompson even a mushroom can shine brightly.

A flower awakens

A flower blossoms; made in time from decaying life. Death handpicked to return to Earth, to join what was before. To become churned aeons of past life’s dirt, to fill the bed, to sew the seed, allowing flower’s frolicking fun to begin. To eventuate into a delicate, blooming beauty, swaying to the beat of a…

Knowing

What if? What if you reflected momentarily on what you were doing with your life? Reflected on what was not serving you, what was and was not motivating you, and in that moment you began to notice the parts of your life that you knew just weren’t quite right. You sat in that moment, with…

Future’s reminisce

She was the bulb, not quite in bloom, a petal-layered lock; her deep within. Alone in a field of similar form yet to unfold on Spring’s warming kiss, A yearn to feel that touch on skin, the gentle breeze stroking her stigma’s end, in blissful thoughts of evolving dorm, she lay warm in the light…

Life Lesson 101: The oxygen mask

One of the most basic of life lessons, heard every time we take a flight somewhere: If you are travelling with someone who requires assistance, secure your mask first, then assist the other person. ~ Mark Thompson

Forest fire

On this day when the fire god rises beginning it’s climb from slumbered dark, to float beyond horizon’s edge in distant peak of burning spark. Drench and bathe in that fiery orb and dare to dream and chase the globe. Take on the all your meant to be, Let fears release in passing strobe, Aware…

I wish I was a bee

I wish I was a bee so that I could kiss my face into your delicious bulb, making love to it intensely, ’til your sweet nectar starts to flow. I wish I was a bee so that I could tickle your sunlit petals, with the winds of busy wings, sending vibrations deep down to your…

Pause

I sit with the darkness of night’s shadows with water weeping under full moon’s cast, so gentle the waves in lapping shallows, contrasting cricket’s stridulating blast. A passing dolphin pod stirs up this scene, the bull in call, splashing in youthful play. Crickets in unison give a pause; serene. No song and no splash! A…