A Spare Moment . . .

Sunflower and friends . . .

A bit of a sky brush

has pasted some thin

white clouds

across

the eyes of the rising sun,

as she searches the faces

of those who love her, and

a melody is performed

as wings

touch the breeze . .. 

of a morning

full of tender peace 

and aching with memories . . .

The man with the gentle dog

offers to cut the sunflower for me

just as my camera captures 

that bright yellow face

to hold forever . .. 

I was deeply moved by this stranger's

desire . . . to give me a smile . . . 

. . . finding moments like these

strewn across my pathways

in an eternal heaven,

presents purpose and song,

like the meaning of stars 

and the spirit of waterfalls . . .  

like a gaze from the gods . . .

 it covers my spirit with healing,

creating me anew . . .

and though I said "No, but thanks,"

I received the greatest treasure

a day could offer . . . 

an endless space of love

in a tiny moment . . . . 

where the clouds are but spare tear drops,

flung out like pearls,

to frame the beauty 

of a flower

dancing eternally in the breeze . . . 

A beautiful morning, and I walked part way into work . . . and decided to take pictures of the sunflowers before they faded completely away . . . I especially wanted the sunflowers growing against the back wall of the automobile repair shop . . . because I had seen them in their glory . . . but I was a little late . . . yet I saw one solitary bloom that was striking, and took its picture  . . . and the man with his dog, was cutting across the field and he offered to cut the flower for me . .. and I felt such a connection between souls . .. I explained that I loved to photograph flowers but don't care to keep the blooms themselves as I prefer they stay where they are . . . giving joy to other eyes . . 

    

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I like this music . ..  it fills my day with serenity and peace .. . .it gives some bright bubbles of light which sparkle in my atmosphere and I am soothed . ..  it can play for hours without becoming old . . . and it influences my spirit to create . ..  

For more Jamendo music reviews check out my forum thread : http://forum.jamendo.com/index.php?p=/discussion/12000142/album-shares-with-my-thoughts-and-reviews#Item_167 

Meandering Road

Peahen, and her brood, taking a walk

My walking stick, like a third leg, gives me the stability I need to trudge through the unfinished roads near my home. A peaceful place; I find it necessary for me to have these few moments, here, to de-stress and 

daydream.

The road, full of potholes

and gravel

is coated with a fine talcum powder dust

which rises as I walk,

lending yellow streaks to the still air . . . .

I hear small birds singing in the cool mornings

and during the warm afternoons

the chickens are wandering around softly murmuring

and chuckling over tasty discoveries . . .

while the voices of children add

to the flavor of the day . . .

Distant traffic

drones and eats away

at the edges 

where a squirrel chatters

at the crow who steals her hidden nuts.

Walking by a newly built house

I hear the friendly clatter of silverware

against porcelain. . . someone

stirs something up for dinner . . .

like a chime in a melody;

a lazy dog barks once or twice

and the crunch of gravel

adds to the tympani  . . .

there are children gathered

around the man trimming the wayward vines,

while laughing at his jokes

they help him

away from his secret sorrows,

and that deep well of loneliness

which pervades,

sinking like the dust

into the multitude of holes

in the soul . . .

  

A tree the captivates my senses

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Time to cool down from those high hot temperatures of Summer? Well here you go . . . a nice chilly jazz tune to ease your pain . . . imagine standing under that waterfall . . . and listen . . .. !

Barbara Wolfsong : Walk With Me

Video by Barbara Wolfsong
Photography by Barbara Wolfsong
Vers, France
Music by Van Syla, "In Your Eyes"
from the album, "Death of a Star"
http://www.jamendo.com/en/track/633586/in-your-eyes

When We Had Wings . . .

     Once
     so long ago . . .

     a spiraling galaxy
     held our hearts . ..

     and we flew from end to end
     with wings
     that cried . .

     in grief, of sorrow
     in joy, of love . .

     we held on our faces,
     masks of serenity

     our praying hands
     cupped nectar from
     invisible winds . . .

     and we dreamed
     of a golden star . . .
     shining on a silver sea . . .

     and we reflected
     from heart to heart
     a soul of a planet . . .
     a small blue flower . . .

     a babe cried there
     on a lonely shore . . .
     where the seabirds gathered
     and the salt air stings
     in contemplation . . .

     and the dreams flow
     like mists and dew,
     rivulets of
     what will be . . .

     tomorrow and tomorrow . .
     deeper into the darkness
     we flew . . .
     our wings of crystal . . .
     shattered and fell away
     and we forgot . . .
         that once we were angels . . .

EDIT (August 28, 2012):

I was so moved by a Jamendo friend, Stefano Mocini, who was inspired by this poem and wrote a beautiful musical piece to go along with it . . .

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Rune made a beautiful video to showcase Stefano's music . . .

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XKoP-QXgRUk&feature=em-subs_digest

Blue

Things that fly . . . at the mere kiss of the breezes . . .

the sun shines, warm and close . . . .

The birds are buzzing,

and the bees singing,

little things marching

on their parade grounds

find their place . . .

on this heaven we sometimes

call earth . . .

We force our way past gravity

reaching toward the unknown . . .. 

dreaming of the impossible,

following our

star

The dragon folds 

her treasure

into the palms of the lonely,

and dropping her demons to the floor she

lifts her wings

to shine against the

blazing sun

When I find myself lost

in the shadows

I wait, but a moment,

for the sun to follow

her road

above the horizon . . .

where she kisses

my cheeks 

and breathes

her warm life giving

spirit

under my

sun dappled

wings . .

. . . and I am

the meadow,

I am the dream of tomorrow,

and the dance of the

eagle's eye,

sparkling . . . . . .

for that moment

that lasts forever . ..

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I took all these pictures around Clackamas Town Center near Portland . . .  A small meadow next to the I-205 freeway, inspired me the most . .. and all the art, hanging on poles which intrigue me . . .tend to appear in the most amazing places . . . where they capture the sun and reflect it back to the observer . . .

An Urban Jungle

I remember when I was quite young, five or four . . . and I was at a birthday 

party where I was quite bored and lonely for I was so shy and never quite 

knew how to BE with other kids. . . 

There was a beautiful, shady back yard with

many plants everywhere and a lovely lady took me under her wings 

and guided me around the garden for a time, 

sharing with me her knowledge of 

the plants that grew like wild things there . .. 

giving me leaves to sniff and

 insects to observe closely 

and songs of the birds to hear . . . 

I never forgot those moments, 

the peacefulness and the awe I felt . . . 

and I have always wanted to emulate that space 

in time ever since . .. for I believe that that was 

heaven and that lady was an angel . . . 

giving me a gift to cherish forever . . .

 

Today in the jungle of my yard . . . 

 

I remembered the gardens of my life . . .

 

Cultivated or not, life is everywhere . . .

 

Each thing unique to its kind . . .

 

And each thing unique to itself . . .

 

As the canopy of life gives us breath . . .

 

The basics of life gives us strength . . .

 

The colors of life give us heart . . .

 

The windows of life give us vision . . .

 

The vistas of life give us surprises . . .

 

The closeness of life gives us love.

 

 All pictures taken in my tiny back yard . . . it's a jungle out there . . .

In Memory of Mary . . .

The ephemeral flower,

that delicate rose,

a fragrant lovely bud,

must sometime fall;

each tender petal

a foundation,

laying a new pathway

velvet and sparkling,

through the thorns, 

with the dew of the new dawn

reflecting the glory

of the rising sun

and melting away,

yet,

leaving a lasting memory

a shining place

in the beating heart

which for just a moment

feels like a burning hole . . . . 

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A simple poem in memory of Mary Boyce, young mother, wife, daughter, sister, friend, teacher . . . She passed away today . . . and will be sorely missed. 

Rest in Peace, Mary . . . your painful burden is lifted . . .  June 25, 1971 - May 25, 2012

Drop of Water

a tear falls

once to salt the cheeks

and shine, so as to send a message

to the angels

and then to drop, beneath the heart

where lying buried

waters the seed of growth

and comprehension . . .

"Drop Water" by Soriano
My review (9/24/2011):
This is beautiful . . . calming soothing . . . when you are exhausted at the end of the day . . . and you weep from the pain . . . and you must have a moment's respite . . . so you reach for. .. a drink of cool refreshing water . . . from the bottom of the well where you see the stars reflect back into your eyes. . . a ripple of light where the water moves slowly . . . as if alive . . . a deep soul, you feel that maybe the angels . . are offering you a quiet healing . . . a shelter from the burning rays . . of a violent stormy sun . . . and your first sip of that water . . . is felt in every molecule and every bone . . . and finally your heart can unclench from the stress of that terrible day . . . this music is like that . . .. that refreshing water . .. Beautiful pattering drums, piano . . like rain, falling, falling . . guitars, rippling bells, and flutes . .. so many artistic moments throughout this album I have listened for days . . but I finally put on the headphones . .. and I was stunned . . . at the delicate loveliness of this music . . . Thank you for the beautiful restful music . . .

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For You . . . A Love Song . . .

Dance with me my love,
for I have the wings to lift you to the heights,
where we will nestle in the fragrant branches of the tallest tree,
and gaze into the unknown . . .
to marvel at the spider's web
glistening across the sky . . . with the strength
to hold back the rush of stars;
for their adoration of you is merely 
the touch of an angel's feather . ..
whispered against
the staunch mountains . .
For you those temperamental beings
glow pink in the dawn and
blush scarlet
when the sun retreats . .
For you a thousand waters
kiss the naked outstretched arms
of golden sandy beaches . . .
For you the azure gaze of heaven's canopy
wraps a world securely beneath a tapestry of dreams . .
For you the daisy dances
and the winged things
sing . . .
For you the breath of sweet Spring breezes
kiss our cheeks and ruffle our hair
and for you, my love,
the rain must fall,
coating the tender rose
until her velvet petals must droop
and lay down at her slender feet . . .
which drink deeply of the elixir of life . . .
For you my love . . . all for you,
I give to you my wings

Come . .  let me give you my song . .
it is the sound of the ether
as it strokes the face
of the day-dreaming field mouse . .
it is the whisper of the dew sliding
down the stalk of purple grass . . .
It is the distant sound of laughter,
a sparkle captured in your eye . .
it is the passion of the rainbow;
a momentary figment of a vision,
a dream that stretches across the heart
of the storm . . .

and the sound of the beating drums
echoing from within your bones . ..
the rushing of your blood coursing
within your flesh .. .
the humming of your breath . . .
sings to me of the warmth and being
of you . . .
it is your gift to me . . .  


(perhaps not yet finished . ..  this song continues)

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"Musica In Ospedale - Suite 5" by Musica in Ospedale

Review from 10/16/2011:

I wish I had the scientific terms or musical knowledge to describe this flute and the butterfly like energy that emanates from my earphones as I listen to the first two tracks . . ifs full of light and joy . . . a skipping dance with the piano sparkling and shining . . . or maybe I need mystical terms to be able to describe what this music does to my heart . .. how it lightens the burdens I feel . . . that choking stress I I live with . . . its gone as I listen to this beautiful music . .. The third track was a mellow tango . . . bird like with sweet flute voices . . . It was driven by the beat . . . and the backdrop was a starry night and a dance floor . . . beautiful . . . "Sandro Sacco Flute Night" made me think of an Asian Flamenco . .. a little exotic flute whispers and whistles . . . fluttering, enticing and exciting . . . dancing with the guitar . . . And "Sandro Sacco dalla Carmen Entr'acte" was simply so beautiful . . so gorgeous that it filled my heart with uplifting bubbles . . . as if I were in love with the flute and piano . . . playing that gorgeous music . . . I found so much pleasure in this album of flute, piano and guitar . . . that it will be listened to again, by me, and again I will adore this tender, emotional, beautiful music . . . music that gives me joy.

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Listening With One Ear . . . Part 1 . . ..

Columbia Gorge

Music Share:
http://www.jamendo.com/en/artist/357133/aymeric
http://www.reverbnation.com/aymericsurjamendo

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I love this tender and quiet music . . . mostly piano . ..  which gives me peace as I work, . . .. this kind of music gives me room to think . . . and especially since I have become profoundly deaf in my left ear, and cannot hear stereo or other special musical nuances . . . I listen for melody and emotion. I must be able to capture the whole picture from within my handicap. . .  like a vista view . ..  and perhaps someday I will be able to understand the eclectic and experimental songs again . ..  but not just now . . .  

In the meantime, I am enjoying my piano playlists. Here is one:
http://www.jamendo.com/en/list/p182517
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