The Summer Sea

The summer sea is a mirror

you dive into,

a coral mirage gushing

into rivers,

fleeing slowly into gardens

where carnations dream

of anemones dizzily

racing towards the surface

of the summer sea

where you kneel on a cliff

looking into

yourself.

The Darling buds of May

May has been, to be honest, quite a challenging month. A mad world has gone madder, and what we all thought was just a turbulent phase in our history seems to really have turned into the dreaded “New Normal”, where fear, avoidance and suspicion dictate much of our daily behavior towards each other.

It has me worried. Worried about what this will mean for our individual mental health and our world view as well as the collective human psyche. I am worried about how this will reflect in our political decisions and international relations.

But no matter how worried I am, the world goes on, life goes on, following its natural course, and May is the month of blossoming of new life, brighter colors and warmer days (at least in the part of the world where I live).

It is a comfort to see the beauty in new buds and in the greening of leaves and birds returning happily from their winter vacation. It feels so normal. Not “New Normal”, just normal. And that is what I need now.

To see and to feel and to experience life the way I’m used to, the way I know and that makes me feel safe, secure and hopeful. And that is why I am dedicating this post to: “The Darling Buds of May”.

The birds tamed our thoughts

The birds tamed our thoughts

that night.

The sound of wings asleep

made us hold hands.

It was like curtains swaying

in the night air.

There was a gentleness in the absence

of crowds like clouds

clotting the sky to keep out

the light.

We had to put our shoes away to feel

the dark between our toes

like rainless black sea swirling

ghost-like through narrow alleys.

And a wilderness of crayfish running

up our thighs pinching

our dreams to see whether or not

they were still real.

Return to Loveliness

January has been a cold and quiet month filled with musical inspiration, new flavors, and candlelit soirées.

There has been carnelian dawns, empty roads and open seas.

There has been angels and evening birds, frosted forests and sunny lanes.

All in all, it has been a quiet return to loveliness in a world gone quite mad.

Quiet, hushed, we grow, we heal

Quiet, hushed, we grow, we heal,

We learn to understand

That everything is touched by time

And time must run its course.

Quiet, hushed, we grow, we heal,

We carry our souls like a torch.

We mind our spark, we balm our wounds,

We bring our courage forth.

And when time is right we rise again

To reclaim our newfound worth.