A Wonderful Life

This is not my poem but an incredible song by Black which I want to draw your attention to.  I think the imagery and words accurately express what I write and why.  No one will ever know who I am, and I will never see a buck out of it.  Yet if I have helped one person out there, and I have heard back from more than one, then it is worth it and all joy.  I say that with truth, because life is that beautiful.

It is not within the perfect accuracies of life we find beauty, it is within the imperfections.  The tiny flaws and details of life that make each one of us unique,  the small idiosyncrasies that make us who we are, for that is where uncertainty lies, and uncertainty is inseparable from evolution.  Innovation flows from human habitual trial and error.  It is how we discover.   When something does not turn quite right, never give up.  Realize that you are in the magic of being human and continue on. By the way, check out Black for more music on Youtube...

The Most Beautiful Woman

There she is,

Not a celebrity,

Not on the stage,

Look at her hair,

It is not perfect,

See how it flows,

Feel her eyes,

Hear their voice,

Behold her skin,

It is not perfect,

But full of beauty,

She is not perfect,

She is human,

Just like you,

And just like me,

But when she smiles,

Just try to breathe,

Try to remember,

Your own name,

You can see her,

All around us,

Where there is light,

She is in the market,

Walking on the streets,

She is all around us,

Mine is beside me,

Why my heart beats,

She is my life,

Perfect for me,

She is my wife.

Headline News - Special Report: The World is Still Beautiful!

After you see the news headlines for today, I want you to come back to my headline and know what remains the same in spite of all of the daily concerns.  If there is not something you are personally doing to make life a little better, go support someone who is.  We will make the difference together.  Faith is not religious jargon, in simplest form it is imagining good and making it real.

Now tell me you don't think you can and that you are not talented.  I am nobody, barely making a living 8-5 and yet I have impacted lives around the world.  Just do what it is you can do, and it will happen.  Trust me.

(This poem was inspired by the amazing video above.)

The earth turns,

Within the endless sky,

The heavens sparkle,

As in a woman’s eyes,

Love showers me with care,

As the wind blows through my hair,

And we dance.

Clouds caress mountains,

Rolling below my feet,

Spring bloom perfumes,

Embrace my heart sweet,

Woodland creatures behold me,

As I trace life in the stars,

And we dance.

Birds surround in flight,

Contemplating where I may go,

They surround like souls,

Of so many people I know,

As I take what I feel here,

To the people who are so dear,

And we dance.

Our world hangs upon nothing,

And yet we are all safe,

Within the hand of God,

flying together through space,

As we whirl upon the dance floor,

In the circle of life ever more,

We will dance.

Eyes of the Soul

This time you have to read it before I describe why I wrote it!  After you do, please consider visiting and supporting the American Foundation for the Blind online.

I have waited for this,

All through my life,

I am here in Alaska,

The night is calling,

Nature surrounding,

Frosted with ice,

We venture forth,

Greeted by the stars,

Gazing upon us,

Bright points of life,

With our heads raised,

The concert begins,

In a roar of silence,

The aurora swims,

Gently through waters,

The black waters above,

Through which we sail,

The Earth is our ship,

I can hear the colors,

Surrounding in beauty,

Lifting my soul,

With invisible hands,

The beauty I see,

In the music before me,

Carries my voice,

For I have no choice,

In the song of life,

Under celestial band,

A tear befalls me,

As the voices around me,

Speak of awe and beauty,

In words unknown,

For born without sight,

I have escaped the night,

And see creation’s splendor,

On canvas in my soul.

This was written when I asked a co-worker from Alaska to describe the aurora borealis to me.  I said you had to describe it for me as if I were born blind.  The reply was it is not possible to do so, and that’s when this poem came into my heart.