Taming This Tyke's Voice Since 2007

enlightened

Recluse

 

It is not what I intended,

But it’s what the moment

Calls for.

 

I have great reverence

For the higher laws;

I humbly surrender myself

In acceptance

To this moment of recluse.

With epenness and faith,

I trust the will

Of the greater power.

 

I will come out

From this passage

Equally enriched,

Like my efflorescence

Amid the bunch.

 

 

 

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Always The Right Cup

 

Some days,

Like now,

I turn the faucet on

But nothing comes out.

I stare,

Turns it back off

And wait.

 

There’s this thirst inside.

Sometimes I thought,

Perhaps I picked the wrong cup

To catch the down pour

That would not come.

 

I waited too long

To quench this wanting.

But still waited.

Waited

And forgot about my thirst.

 

Some other times,

I slide the sill open

Needing the sun

That’s hidden behind the walls

Of clouds

Portending storm.

But what would I need rain

Those times when my heart is flooded?

 

Often I thought,

I should have shut it close,

But still kept the sill open

And waited.

Waited

Until I slept waiting

For things

That would not be there

When needed.

In waiting

I forget. And still

Wake up to another day

With hopes

Renewed.

 

The water runs

From the faucet most days.

There’s rain when it’s the season.

Not all days,

But there’s the sun ~

They happen in succession

For a reason.

 

Dreams – nights, days – and reveries.

In your absence,

And in waiting

I understood:

 

There’s no such thing

As a wrong cup.

It’s in how I fill it up

And with what.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Weekend, Unforgettable!

 

We travel to open our eyes,

Our minds

Our hearts

To the world

Different from our own . . .

@Ramada hotel, Racine WI

to arrive

at kenosha, WI

in the temporary dwelling place

bday @ kenosha, WI

under a roof where many dwellers took shelter 

relaxing @ the harbor, kenosha

to innhale the earth’s fresh breath, of whissling winds and singing lake.

rendezvous with native amrican community

to commune with the locals

with native americans

to be part of her inhabitants

rendezvous with native american community

to belong to her community

inside tepee camp

to reside in her home

tepee camp, kenosha

to feel safe

rendezvous with native american family

to become part of her family

lighthouse, kenosha, WI

to go back in time following the signals of the earth’s light house

18th century canoe at rendezvous

to dock ashore

 pike river rendezvous at kensha

 to anchor in her harbor

 at the lobby, ramada

to find comfort in her warm embrace

taste of wisconsin

to walk her streets

wisconsin's famous cheese products

to taste her produce

 

lunch at down town, racine

to dine on her table

harbor market

to shop in her market

with a great artist in the fair

to buy her products

with young artist bros at the fair, racine

to met up with young artists

young artist with his mom

to befriend her vendors

horse carriage

to ride on life’s carriage

with 18th century americans

to blend with the commuters

train joy ride

take a train ride around town

with the juggler bros

to be amused by performing artists, jugglers

with the juggler bro and nephew

to be child-like again

18th century war

to find that quietude in spite of the turmoil

attack of the pirates

to find internal peace in the midst of the present and ancients wars battling in our heads

kenosha museumto be enriched by the heritage

@lakeshore kenosha, WI

to feel refreshed and renewed

@lakeshore, kenosha

to be reinvigorated body and soul

lovely racine, WI

to thank the heavens for the gracesracine park

to seize the moment

ramada patio

to bless the day

funtaine at racine park

to bathe in the earth’s fountains

racine park

to be reassured we are part of the streams of the universe

racine

to be ready for our next  trips

tryin to row

to sail forth

leaving ramada

to embark in life’s new journey again

on and on.

The destination ever beaconing in the distance

 

We are part of heavens’ immense plans

each one of us is a special thread

that makes up the universe’s colorful tapestries.

 

. . . Their part of the world and mine are no different afterall,

We take shelter in the same roof

Under the same arched skies.

 

(Kenosha and Racine, Wisconsin, July 31 to August 2, 2009)


Sunrise On The Ridges Of Concrete And Steel

I search for signs of home

In the arched-sky.

What I see are walls of concrete and steel.

I long for the warmth of a humid dawn

What I got is the chillly wind of the city.

I miss the morning laughter of home,

The cries of the iron birds taking off

From their concrete nest is what I hear,

Along the sleepless noise in the streets.

My nostrils take in whatever scent

That would bring me wave of nostalgia

What I have are the fumes of the busy traffic.

I need a single soul to remind me of home,

But he’s fast asleep in his room.

This is my saddest daybreak.

Watching a different horizon away from home.

And then it happened.

The sun slowly crawls behind those walls

And rises on the ridges of concrete and steel.

Its first ray catches the tears in my eyes ~

I see dazzling bright lights magnified.

And then I am enlightened.

Somewhere in southeast asia,

In one of the ‘lil isles of the Philippines,

This sun, in the same sky, in different horizon

Rises every morning at home.

And I carries the memories of those sunbreaks

For they are etched inside my chest.

Today turns out to be my happiest morning.

For I know now that the sun

I watch rising on the ridges of concrete and steel

Is the same sun that will rise tomorrow

In the home of my heart.

Only it will rise

On the mountain ridges.