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Sting rays swim by

piercing my imagination

with childlike wonder.

My feet dangling,

swinging, 

a bell rings in the distance.

Life is here and now,

the moment does not elude me.

I smile,

ordinary day,

elevated by their presence.

A net of wonder in the waves,

a leaf trembles and falls into the water,

serene it floats.

The human spirit reveals itself,

I drink the beauty of it,

for a moment I am,

my mind is still,

I am the stingray,

I am the ocean.

What is the soul they question,

what is life?

what is death?

A revolving door

from the past to the present,

a circle

of birth and death.

Questions reveal themselves to me,

I dream of glorious colorful fish

in every shape and size,

oh how we praise their beauty

and their heart during the battle,

worthy opponents.

Where do we go once

we have left this earth,

filled with joy and struggle.

I wish my spirit dances in the trees

and in your eyes.

I wish my spirit warms

your soul when you are in need.

I wish my spirit is a whisper

on your lips,

a smile on your face,

a joy deep within.

Where do our souls dwell,

no one knows.

The photo above is of dolphins in the wild.

The sigh of the roots

 My beloved,

plant me an orange tree

it's nectar sweet on my lips.

Follow me to the orange grove

barefoot and free.

In the orange grove

grandma's spirit lives,

in the sigh of the trees,

in the wondrous soil.

That is where she held

people's hands

and people's lives

and inspired them to love her

the way she was meant to be loved.

My beloved,

Husband,

tender heart

know that these are my roots

that I have walked this far

and I have learned lessons of life

in the charred limbs of a tree,

in the puzzle patches of the bark,

in the eyes of the Cooper's Hawk

greeting me with love.

Plant me an orange tree

and forever I will

be grateful.

Whisper

The melancholy

will fade like a whisper,

like drops melting 

on the skin with a sigh,

like a leaf floating in free fall.

A thousand mornings

I awakened in your arms

to the sound of your heartbeat.

The melancholy will no longer

demand my days

or attention.

Melancholy tinged with

yesterdays scents

of home.

The kitchen where love is made

by loving hands.

Days taken for granted,

a leap in the darkness,

freedom and solitude,

shackles of the mind.

What Remains

What remains is
the vast blue sky,
words in tattered notebooks
love softly engraved on the skin
where it was born
cultivated
and freed.
What remains of my life is
the love I gave 

with outstretched
arms
with my heart blooming

 to make yours rise.
What remains is laughter

 carried by the wind
feathers floating in the park.
What remains are the
moon and the stars
as the days go forward
and life goes on.