Nature's Soul Poetry

Song of The Soul
of
Mother Earth

The BlueBird's Song

"Bluebird, sat in the tree, sing me a song and tell me where you have been."

"I've been sailing above treetops, flying high, so very high,
far up into heaven beyond the distant sky.
I've seen the vastness of the oceans, their blue-green tipped with surf.
I've seen diamonds in their settings, nestled deep within the earth--
and even there, they capture the light.

"I've seen the benevolence and beauty of people passing by,
and have watched in amazement as some venture to climb
the highest peaks of mountains,
to gain just a glimpse
of what it is that I see.

"My feathered tips have carried me, as I'm taken by the winds,
to mystical lands and places far beyond my dreams.
They exist in secret corners, that others do not know,
and there walk the Ancient Ones
—in their solace and divine spirit.

"There, they plan the future
of how humankind might grow;
some plans are written as law
and some
are for future dreamers to know.

"They decree, the world is traveling to some distant point,
where peace is laid as pathways within the divine heart, of each.
They know the earth is renewing, herself, from all that has passed by,
as they dream of her rivers flowing once more
and her love shining, through each sunset and dawn.

"Such a vision seems like heaven, I know, for indeed it most surely is.
It's a place where forgiveness is given and awareness is born,
that gives rise to the spiritual altitude that I, the bluebird, have seen
and have come to know—in my dreams and visions--
flying high above it all."

Mousey

There once was a small furry thing
Mousey was his name,
he began his life upon a string
connected to a bow.

A fishing rod for cats, of sorts,
was a source of play,
and such excitement did it bring
we often had to put it away.

Then one day Mousey's freedom came,
to a string he was no more tethered,
much to kitty cat's delight
from then on they could not be severed.

She'd play with him both day and night
hardly an hour we slept;
she'd go fetch and carry him
in her whiskered mouth.

Then one day a tragedy struck
as Mousey could not be found;
we searched for him both hi and low,
our sadness was unbound.

We wandered here, looking there,
but no other mouse was her "boo,"
and so we pondered our dismay
and wondered what to do.

So, mommy in her wisdom thought
I'll go to that magical realm
that shop that sells kitty cat things,
so another mouse could be found.

On Christmas Eve, with stars aglow
and lights glistening all around,
she carefully wrapped "Mousey two"
and laid him on the ground.

On Christmas morn kitty cat awoke
to see what would be,
in the package tied with pretty things
her new friend she did see.

A Still Day

The clouds are welcomed,
covering the sun
with its hot gaze,
that has lasted a day or two.

There are slivers of blue sky,
here and there,
that remind us that
their full expanse
will return.

But, today all is quietened
by the cloud's silken touch,
that also eases the heart
allowing for stillness,
allowing for peace.

Even the waters are quiet,
are stilled,
and the birds take a breath,

and the beauty of this day
is celebrated and
rejoiced in

due to the cool touch
of Mother Nature's
hand.

Sunlight Through The Leaves

The sunlight comes
in wisps and waves,
as golden light finds its way
through branches
and misshaped leaves,

and the light touches the earth,
enlivening all that live there,
beneath the trees
tall reach
toward the skies.

At nightfall
the stars dance
above the tree's canopy;
its magnificence
highlighted,
and noticed, even more,
as the eye climbs the tree
and looks to the stars
shining above,

and here the natural beauty
of heaven and earth
unite
and is seen in
awe.

My kitten, Tigger, with Mousey #1

Hummingbirds

The hummingbirds dance around the sycamore
in play, in love, in joy.

The hummingbirds dance around the sycamore
showing us the way:

to open your heart so fully
to all that can be had
in play, in life, in spirit,
in each opportunity to be glad.

The hummingbirds sings around the sycamore
telling us
there's always more to come,
a breeze that lifts your spirit
another dance around the sun.

The hummingbirds dance around the sycamore
in joy, in play, in life,

they're telling us of our calling
to dance, to dance, to dance.

Baby Turtles

Baby turtles
splashing and playing in the waters, before the sun,
with an intricate design upon their shell.

Perhaps their patterning
of woven lines
and segments streaked with gold
represents the grand design
of each creature.

It is as if the Creator has touched them,
blessed them,
and helps them to know:
"You carry upon your back
a map, a blueprint,
of your way of being
which is to play in the sun,
be safe in your habitat,
and simply be.

A Flower In The Breeze

Just stirring, looking to the light
of the sanctuary of Spirit within.

Just a flower stirring in the breeze,
looking to the whisperings in the sky
and the heart,
of love's grace.

Simply a flower
in her process of growth,
of flowering.

Just a flower resting in God.

In My Garden

There are blossoms filling the air
and sweet grasses that grow
under foot.
And in such a place I walk
on this new earth,
this new ground of eternal peace.

Here, scents fill the air
and animals come and visit me,
to then go on their way.

Waterfalls give rise
to flowing streams
and picturesque scenes
fill the landscapes,
that abound in their
meadows of beauty.

This is not a place
that can be touched by the hand.
It is rather a place that fills the heart
that has found its grace.

Love Is A Butterfly

Love is like a butterly
resting on your shoulder,

whispering into your ear
of blossoms that will come
and the light that will shine through you.

Love is the butterfly
transforming into you, within you;
as it does so,
in each new moment,
your true colors
will become known.

Purple Flowers

Purple petals open towards the sun;
the delicateness of their
silken woven threads
are still wet with dew
from dawn's still light.

They find their strength is gathering,
in the opening of each
thin veil
that dares to reveal
its beauty
to the light of day,

and allow that light to shine
through the fiber of each petal,
that appears translucent
and seen in the perfect
form that it holds
—which is only
its expression of light and beauty
dressed in the form of its purpleness.

Dolphins

The gold of the sun
reflects the light
of its descent,
that appears as soft pink
upon the ocean's surf.

And the dolphins visit us
one last time—for this day--
and play in their peacefulness,
serenity, and balance
as they majestically
move through the waves.

I feel glad for their coming,
for their joyful appearance
so many times today,
that lifted my heart from its reverie
and allowed me to look to
the joy,
to the light
of this day.

San Simeon, California.

The Still Lake

The lake is stilled
as it releases the lingering ripples of the mind;
and quietness ensues that opens a corridor within,
where the voice of light is heard.

Its song carries away doubt, and dissolves the critic's rhetoric.
And wonder is born in the breath of each new moment
that arises, and takes flight
like a dove slowly gliding
above the still lake,
in the landscape of our dreams.

Stillness returns to us,
like a lost home that is found after a long journey,
and we are comforted in the silence,
in the stillness that remains.
This is likened to a vast inhaled breath
ready for its outpouring of light,
that the exhalation may birth into the world of our knowingness.

Yes, all is silenced here,
all becomes stillness
on the face of the vast lake,

before we etch our mark
and create ripples upon its surface.

These ripples, however, are of joy;
they are the ripples of love.

May they be never-ending,
may they breathe new life into existence
in such a way that their reverberations may never end,
so that such joy may endure,
just like the stillness that can always be found within the depths,
within the peace,
that exists beyond it all.

Delicate Flowers

The light lifts the flower's face towards the sun,
releasing it from the place where shadows cast their form.

The flower has only to turn to face the light,
enjoy is warmth,
its peace,
and follow its natural pattern of growth
—where love leads.

Its delicate petals are guarded
by other stems,
also filled with God's beauty,
that stand by its side as protecters and guides
on the journey ahead.

The flowers' crimson hearts are opened,
revealing the structures within
that are no longer afraid to be seen.

The bouquet is mixed with purple-violet blooms
that look towards the evening sun
—that highlights their beauty.

It is as if their very colors
were made
to celebrate the crimson sky,
that then turns to the purples of the sun's eventual setting.

Perhaps the delight of such colors
remind us of the perfection
held within nature's dance of changing light.

Perhaps the flowers reflect the unfurling of our petals
and the revelation and promise of tomorrow's buds,
that lie in-wait for the morning sun
to coax their opening,
toward the splendor and wonder each miracle may bring.

The Garnished Rose

The flower grows
one stage at a time.

At first its seed is planted
and the shoot unfurls,
and reaches out its tender leafy-arms
towards God's light.

Then, more leafage occurs,
bursting forward, outward, and upward
until upon the stalk's tender crown
a bloom appears,
and is beheld in its majesty,
garnished by the sun,
and stirred by the breeze.

So, let go
and let the growth occur
on its own,
and in its own timing.
So, blessed you are.

Caterpillar

Caterpillar
suspended
beneath the leafy greenness,
in his upside-down point of view
sheltered from the world's meanness.

He isn't really bothered
by any passers by,
neither is he in a hurry
to transform and die
—to his present form.

He's just dangling beneath the sunlight
in his upside-down trance
without a care to move an inch
and leave his leafy stance.

Perhaps the follicles of the leaf
will stroke his delicate nose
urging him to take a peak
at what else, here, grows.

For now he seems quite happy
just being, and this his gift.
He may tell us
"I just like it here
it's perfect
as it is.

I might stretch a leg or two,
just to move a little,
but the home I've found
nestled here
fits me right
down the middle.

So I'll stay here
and rest a while
beneath this leafy
heaven

until one day
I might fly away,
but that story
has yet
to be given."

Big Sur, California.

The Island

The Island
stands strong
with the surf before its feet,
secured in its view of the expanse
of that which exists
beyond the changing tides.

It is seated within its peacefulness
of eternal presence,
with only the whitecaps to observe
—of interest, but unchanging to its structure.
Its objective stance
is set apart from the shores
of life.

Even as the waves
may touch its soft sands
—that can be appreciated, tasted, and felt between the toes--
the Island of Self remains, centered.

It turns towards its own thoughts,
that sink within
to the depths of its internal being
—of light, of love, of the Divine—
where the stillness of its vast heart is always found,
in that place where eternal reality exists.

The Lone Cypress.
Big Sur, California.

I'm Just Listening

I'm just listening
to the soul of the earth,
from which we're all born
and are, therefore, all connected--
one to the other,
heart to heart,
soul to soul.

We are all a part of the wholeness
that this earth created within us.
And in Her
we see our true reflection.

May we tend to Her with love,
and in so doing
we tend to our own soul's
need for love and healing.

Northern England

"In My Garden" graphic by Bill Hoeneveld
Other Photography by Morning Star
Swan Image, Purple Butterfly, & Hummingbird images by istockphotos
"I'm just Listening" photo by Pamela Jordan

Song of The Soulof Mother Earth