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Wondering
Have you ever seen a rainbow’s breathtaking beauty against a dark grey sky?
How did it get there?
Have you ever wondered why?
Observe the rose as it unfurls its beautiful petals to greet the rising dawn.
What makes this happen?
Have you ever wondered why?
The night stars glitter like diamonds to tease and light up the eye,
Glittering every night.
Did you ever wonder why?
Over white-capped ocean waves, flying fish still fly.
Without wings, they fly along.
Do you ever wonder why?
Distant snow-capped mountains stand sentinel against a light blue sky.
How did they get there?
Do you ever wonder why?
When Love enters, it’s bigger than oceans or stars of the sky,
Far more beautiful than a rose or a rainbow on high.
Love brings understanding and no need to wonder why!
Meditation or Visualization
Lying among wild flowers in a high country meadow, my nose is enjoying their fragrant smells mixed with that of spruce and pine trees.
I inhale and exhale deeply for several breaths and then my breathing settles down to normal as I lay quietly, enjoying the smells, warm sun on my face, and bird sounds.
My consciousness is aware of the quiet calmness, absent any noise of everyday commerce such as traffic, horns, sirens, trucks, etc.
My head is turned sideways, and a slight but tiny movement catches the corner of my eye. My eyes focus and closer examination reveals a beautiful red-and-black dotted small rounded body moving along a narrow leaf towards the stem of a large wildflower. It is a little ladybug moving along with determination. As I focus closer, I see little white specks on the flower stem, and some of them are moving slowly. Now I could see and understand the destination of this little bug. She is going to dine on her favorite prey. I turned my head back and looked at the robin’s egg-blue sky for a few minutes. Then I closed my eyes.
All was well and in harmony. Everything in my world that should be balanced was indeed balanced. All the equal and opposites were equally blended. At this point in time, all was beautiful and perfect in my world: No fuss, no hurry, no cares, and of course, no worry.
Since everything is perfect and good in my world, there is nothing left to do except take a nice nap.
Happy and safe travels on your journey!
High Country Meadow
Colorado
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Beautiful Colorado,
I offer you this salutation:
Your lofty grandeur and cold, clear streams
Have captured my admiration.
I’ve watches you each year, changing apparel
Through different seasons,
Each more beautiful than a melody,
And I’m enraptured for these reasons.
Your flowered aspen meadows turn green,
Then to red and gold;
In summer, your lofty mountains are bareheaded,
Yet white-capped in winter’s cold.
Quiet beauty of your secret places
Are in the eyes of the beholder,
Changes with the seasons,
Like colored pictures in a folder.
When first my eyes beheld you,
I knew from the start,
I was chained by your beauty
Like a horse harnessed to a cart.
I’ll Be There
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Where wild winds rush,
Causing sea waves through tall grass.
Where crystal clear water
Crashes and dances in rocky stream beds.
Where tall stately evergreens
Climb up mountain ladders.
Where eyes narrow and strain
To absorb distant, hazy vistas.
Where wild animals still find refuge
In nature’s embrace.
Where eagles still glide free
Through space and time.
Where colorful cutthroat trout
Lurk in clear, cold, rocky domains.
Where golden aspen leaves shake,
Then fall in cold, clean air.
Find this special place and look for me —
Cause I’ll be there.
Wapiti
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
I’ve climbed snow-capped mountains,
Searched lush valleys below.
I’ve trekked through high aspen meadows,
Drinking where hidden streams flow.
I’ve climbed over lofty crags
And walked through wildflower meadows where you roam.
I’ve smelled spruce-laden air
In the untamed beauty you trod and know as home.
I’ve searched when hot and thirsty,
Muscles crying out in pain.
I’ve hunted while wet and hungry
Against your allies, snow and rain.
When matching wits, my hunter’s tricks
Have all seemed to fail,
Yet your courage and strength never falter
As nature helps you prevail.
Each year, aspen trees
Begin wearing coats of red and gold,
When campfires flicker in the mountains
Against night air, crispy cold.
My ears strain to catch a bugle call,
Which splits the clean, clear air.
The mighty stag, Wapiti,
Is moving in his lair.
Yes, I’ll answer his ringing challenge,
For not to respond would cause me pain.
It’s time to once more play hide-and-seek
On his terms, in his terrain.
My Dream
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
I dreamt of hunting buffalo
And long grass shimmering in the sun.
I saw cold, crystal clear mountain streams,
With its banks bordered by wild flowers.
Away up high, almost a speck against the light blue sky,
A bald eagle surveys his realm.
Although it’s spring time in my dream,
The distant, hazy, purple mountains
Still wear their caps of white.
The air is clean and fresh
And filled with the smell of growing things.
The white-trunked aspens
Keep sentinel in their quiet beauty.
Life is simple but hard.
Man fulfilled his dreams by the strength of his hand,
Sweat from his brow, and cunning of his mind.
He became one with his surroundings.
The world was sustained by natural order,
And it was good.
When I awoke,
I realized that I’m but a dinosaur
Transplanted into a modern time and world.
Prime Time
This poem is from Autumn Leaves:
Does watching a clear, fast mountain stream
While inhaling sweet, spruce-laden air
Or enjoying quiet serenity of beautiful aspens,
Gazing up at rough-cut grandeur of towering mountains
Cast a therapeutic spell?
The answer is freely available to anyone
Willing to venture out and sample
This boundless treasure.
Worries flow away merrily with the water’s rush.
Troubles vanish like smoke
In the crisp, cool air
Which teases the mountaintops.
Thoughts are free to wander aimlessly
While consuming enormous quantities
Of rich subject matter.
An all-elusive peace enters the dark,
Twisted inner recesses of the subconscious,
Bringing with it freshness and light.
Wild creatures scurry and flit about unconcerned,
As nature spins and weaves,
Displaying her enchanted magic.
An unspeakable sense of joy and well-being prevails,
Engulfing mere mortals,
Sealing the lips to silence,
For to speak might shatter the beautiful, fragile spell.
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