Philosophy

Damp, cool autumn wakes.

as the apples drop,

sunset shades are pulled just

before the clock can change.

The aroma of the apples

crisping from cinnamon

as the butter browns just in time

to take them out to serve.

Celebration of the season

seems sweeter from a hard summer.

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I wake and rouse

Throw on my shoes

I meet the dark

And watch to see

Nature smiles

Gives back at me.

I know that if God decided to return me back to earth to be

he would decide to return me back within the sea.

There where life is motion, smell, wind and air

then among the seashells you will find me there.

I will be mystery of change within the sand;

you will hear me as the water reaches the land.

Across the waves haunting seagulls will sing

The symphony of sounds I will bring.

Safely on the grass, spotted on the beach,

you will see my human steps, the lessons they teach.

Teaching although for a moment gone by,

the sounds of the ocean you will hear my sigh.

It is now your turn to capture the essence of you.

to share this essence ; your purpose be true.

Deep within life’s cycle with yesterdays and me,

I see a familiar reflection within the sea.

As it will mirror the beauty of what is left to say,

and look no further than your own gifted way.

Leaving behind with you the love that is divine,

this love that will transcend beyond the shore of time.

“Sharing Poetic Expressions, Beauty, Sublime and Mysticism in Occidental Culture”

Chapter: Tuning Forks of the Soul, Christine McNeill-Matteson

copyrighted: ISBN 978-94-007-0759-7

DOI 10.1007/978-94007-0760-3

Springer Dordrecht Heidelburg London New York

Sharing Poetic Expressions; Anna-Teresa Tymieniecka

Keats spoke of a rose and how it would not wilt.

This rose came only once and was not made of silk.

PIcked among a garden this one unique rose,

taken from the thorns, this flower she chose.

Sat upon his desk, and nurtured from the stems,

drenched in water, cut in a vase, and looking back at him.

He called the rose loveliest of any in his fences,

this rose compared to others, they had no defenses.

However the secret of this rose was not from one attending.

The secret of its beauty was truly from its sending.

This rose he said was more because a friend gave way,

now the beauty of the perfect rose was given to him today.

Swelling powdered scents flowed in the house and settled,

crimson velvet sculptured rose, green stem among the petals.

Beauty in its temporal form in nature’s moment bloomed,

eternal rose, deep within was nurtured to the tomb.

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I climbed each step as if to say

I have volunteered to 

Set my journey on this quest

I step each step to do my best

The wind picks up and starts,

It wraps my scarf in separate parts

I hold it as if to say 

Turn on wind, I am here to stay.

Blowing warmly on my face

Across the walk I finally turn

Down the walk I smile to know

I have made it this far, however slow.

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Hanging just above

Mystic dawning caught my eye.

Lights across horizon ride .

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aspirations

Time will see

What the paint brush

Gives to me.

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It caught my eye,

I could not see

the spirit of Christmas

was all over me .

I wondered why

and kept starring long.

As I heard a song,

the song was soft

and rode in on the snow.

It followed the wind

it was then I would know.

Christmas in the night

close but out of sight

we try to understand

a Christmas of love

swept through the land .

Red truck stood still

The dog did not bark

And the snow fell

Right before dark

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