A to Z: Wonderful

W is for "What a Wonderful World"

I'm yellow and pink after I hear this song.

A to Z: Voice

V is for Voice

My voice lays 

humble

in the dark

A letter to the world

who never wrote back

to me

Do I change, then

and hope

that you will come back for me?


*Emily's voice

A to Z: Ulysses

U for the Blogging from A to Z Challenge.

U is for Ulysses

His travels are 

unrest 

until

his newer world.

Hero

with life he swallows

licking the last of every drop.

Following knowledge

like a sinking star.

In Troy

he left his name.

His "delight in battle"

a horse

in

war. 

Onward, towards the 

untraveled worlds

before the margin fades.

He returns with the Star of Dawn
Bootes and Pleiades
can both be seen.
A configuration of form
in the twilight sky.

They lost their life together
in prime
and flowering years.
As the sun-warmed earth is longed for by a swimmer
his dear wife,
still clear and faithful

after the test of years.

Moved earth and heaven.

Made weak by time

and fate.

That is what

what we are.

Equal in temper
strayed by starlet

of a heroic heart.

Sunday Scribblings: Marathon and A to Z: Time

The letter T for the Blogging from A to Z Challenge.
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This week's Sunday Scribblings prompt is marathon.

T is for Time

Bells

ring for bliss.

Merry bells
in fortune tells.
Rushing,

flowing

in a sound of bells.

Ringing, 

swiftly
killing cells.

Testing and tiring,
lasting bells.

In what scale is time
told?
Standing still.

A day and date 

in tide and spell.

It sells and smells

whatever it tells. 

For millions,

a moment.
Rushing
and
flowing
in a sound of bells.
What is last and first,
the answer,
only time will tell.
Allowing
enduring,
lasting bells.

A to Z: Sons

S for the Blogging from A to Z Challenge.

S is for Siddhartha and Sahaj

Siddhartha, ten years old is on the right
and Sahaj, eight years old is on the left.

The oldest is our sage and his closest brother,
our lion.

Their early Kuk Sool days.

Siddhartha is the name of the Gautama Buddha, meaning 'one who has accomplished his goals'.
Sahaj, named after a form of yoga-Sahaj Marg Meditation, translates to 'the natural path'.

They share an inseparable friendship. 

Often, their school projects are co-oped. 

Recently, they were a couple of shister salesmen persuading their audience in purchasing 

ridiculous packages through their travel agency.

Everything is humor.

Currently, Siddhartha is Lewis and Sahaj is Clark and they are on an expedition.

Siddhartha's favorite author is Stephen King 

and Sahaj loves Roald Dahl.

If I were given the option of only one word for each son, 

this is what it would be:

Siddhartha: light

Sahaj: heart

Nothing in this world could make me more complete.

A to Z: Root Children

R for the Blogging from A to Z Challenge.

R is for The Root Children

In celebration of rhythm in every year.

Safe and sound,
the root children sleep their winter underground,
only to awaken to the sound of Spring.
With a candle in hand,
 their Spring mother rings,

the snow above ground is melting and the meadows are filling.
These children have work to do:
wash and brush,

fresh clothes to sew, and beetles and ladybirds to paint.

The sun is also busy above ground,
bring new leaves to the barren winter trees.
Dressing themselves as flowers and quickly climbing above ground,
the root-children spring.
As Mother Earth opens the door, they march out in procession.

They play in fields and ponds,
whimsical creatures flutter above.
These days are free and full of dance,

but when Autumn comes
and a sharp wind begins to blow the leaves down,
the root-children must hurry home to bed.
Old Man Winter is near so Mother Earth stands by the door,
greeting and hugging the root-children
one by one as they scurry to their beds,
nestling into a deep winter's sleep.

A century old story, timeless and rare,
in celebration of Earth's cycle.
The Root Children by Sibylle von Olfers

A to Z: Quotes

Q for the Blogging from A to Z Challenge.

Q is for Quotes

"All credibility, all good conscience, all evidence of truth come only from the senses." -Friedrich Nietzsche

"Birth and death are not two different states, but they are different aspects of the same state. There is as little reason to deplore the one as there is to be pleased over the other."-Mahatma Gandhi

"If only we could pull out our brain and use only our eyes." -Pablo Picasso


"Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing". 
-Arundhati Roy

"I want to stand as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all the kinds of things you can't see from the center." -Kurt Vonnegut


"If I can't dance, I don't want to be part of your revolution." -Emma Goldman

"A word is dead when it is said, some say. I say it just begins to live that day." -Emily Dickinson

"In the twilight, it was a vision of power." -Upton Sinclair

"Dark spruce forest frowned on either side of the frozen waterway. The trees had been stripped by a recent wind of their white covering of frost, and they seemed to lean towards each other, black and ominous, in the fading light. A vast silence reigned over the land." -White Fang, Jack London