A Compilation of four-lined Poems
How can I plant flowers
in a garden full of weeds?
And even if they grow
how can I see them?
I witness the aqua-blue of ocean
against the cerulean-blue of sky.
They touch each other
with fond appreciation.
Cold sea water, all of me
immersed in salt and foam.
Autumn touches the morning light
and I feel refreshed, reborn.
Longing and longing and longing
for the depth of the ocean floor.
Where the breath of life steers us
past the crashing waves of the shore.
Once again I’m reminded
that feeling this breath of life
is my first joy: whatever else I seek
cannot compare to this.
In the aftermath of confusion
clarity is sacred.
In the midst of a tempest
the sun brings calm.
The immovable in me needs change
each day is ripe for gathering.
The heart thrives by flaming
the fire for the longing of love.
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