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Upon hearing you sneeze our goose honks As if recognizing a kindred spirit He steps with his orange webbed feet in a waddle Leaving paddle tracks through muddy pathways His feathers really waterproof so rain just means extra clean And he does like to leave his deposits by the front door I don't know why! Sigh....our beloved pet goose Roman recently passed at the age of 29...he got to know a lot about our family and every single pet that has lived with us.

Release yourself Dive into your senses Let your inner ocean Rock you Cradle you Lift you Celebrate you Smile you Fly you Nature the language Senses the way Breath the inspiration

Just as the tides of ocean sweep away the edges where land meets sea The tides of time sweep away the corners where known ground meets...

Become like a bird what? observe them, feel them become them Put a feather in your heart they sing for space they sing to bring in the sun they sing to charm, They sing to their lovers they chat with their children each song they sing touching the soul of anyone With ears, a heart and a beat be the bird you are and fly, fly above it all ​ -from Weaving Green and Other Poems from a Tropical Farm ​

His soul a servant to the wind mane bonded to currents sliding through tall grasses Tail and long fine hairs on legs spirit the breeze tall standing outstanding so brown his coat see purple and black Hooves beyond fine teacups on the table, rather like beer steins on a sturdy farm bench Yet fine and royal in his movements yet grand and loving in his sweet eyes this one speaks nurturing tidal waves In his glances in his leans with full bodied head and when wind calls his s

A wave a particle a sound a brilliance Coming from closest star inside and out As morning rays shine upon your eyes drinking in sunrise glory ​ Your inner self touches outer self sparks fly awakening a new dawn lighting magnetism in your heart ​

Can I See with Owl Eyes? Wide eyes peripheral perspective open mind expansive view whole picture vast outlook widest landscape letting light in, owl eyes OR Tunnel vision constricted focus narrow mind focal view limited outlook target oriented letting darkness in hunting eyes of jackal ​ ​

Not just because of your honey or your propolis Or your sweet buzz or fuzz Nor because I love watching you Pollinate flowers Nor because of your masterful hives, dripping in sweet magnificence, geometric wizardry Nor because of your over fifty million years of presence on the planet Maybe because even though you can sting I feel love and safety around you in the garden please continue to thrive despite the poor choices Made in corporate thought in your world garden you a

For the sweetness that be- a curse and a blessing, from the family of Anacardiaceae, (poison oak, ivy) urushiol the name of the poison that be Only let lips touch the inner fruit lest the sap drip on skin and create raised bumps, Enjoy the inner flavor of mango under the skin, and let the sap be just where it is, not on me ​ ​ ​ - from Weaving Green and Other Poems from a Tropical Farm

A moth flew into my ear this morning I felt its wings buttering my ears it told me it could see my light shining ​ ​ ​ - from Weaving Green and Other Poems from a Tropical Farm ​

Layer cake with cardinal chirps made of glitter, hope Rooster crows doused in bruised egoes Shama calls dusted of dreams with long tails Zebra dove cooings wake rising of imagination Owl eyes decorating for perfect night vision sometimes even used in the day Mejiro feathers flashing yellow lighting candles for all birthdays even unbirthdays ​ -from Weaving Green and Other Poems from a Tropical Farm

Spaces With eyes oblique, peripheral See Innuendos, nuances, subtle clues and cues Written in invisible ink between words, letters, breaths Betwixt fingers, cloud spans, constellations And if you read only the spaces in between You just might find a thread leading to a spacious inner sanctum - from Weaving Green and Other Poems from a Tropical Farm

Olena, Hawaiians call it, golden root of earth, sending up large green fleshy leaves, smelling spicy, ten months in soil, then golden orange fingerlings ready to harvest from dirt Curry, chai tea, natural medicine for just about anything, some plants worth planting and praying for— this, for sure one of those ​ -from Weaving Green and Other Poems from a Tropical Farm

Washing in the sun and out the black Serenading sea of morning chime this earth Gone to sleep the slugs the blind snakes and bats Rats toads moths crickets in silence this light Tide wakens the snoring the soil the breeze Of this day now butterflies dragonflies birds and bees To chase the pollen to fly in the breeze This tide this wakefulness sings to thee ​

Outdoor Kitchen Timber bamboo spiraling upwards, holding frame, steadying shelter, touching sky, oh this kitchen edifice magnificence We cook rice in open elements receiving protection from rain, though rats, mice visit and birds fly through, Chickens, geckoes, beetles, mosquitoes meander in while lazy farm dog, cats rest in sun forgetting to guard the cookery Come on sun's up wake up! wash everything before cooking paw prints in pans, some dribbles in plates Did the sha

Swat them smoke them pinch them blow them squish them trap them smash them just don't feed them or breed them ​ and ​ Stand in the sun dance in the rain run in the wind put your face near the fire to feel the relief ​ ​ ​ -from Weaving Green and Other Poems from a Tropical Farm

​ The hens, called "the girls" all acted pretty much the same- see the white bucket, follow it around see the greens, grains, grunge beak to ground cockroach coming, peck it gecko running, grab it ​ Only one stood out, brighter than the rest, Silky her name, she came running when called fearless, calling her name, she calme like a heroine-running full speed to nab the centipede in the path, her bravery alas led to her meeting a wild dog ​ Troubles came, when the l'il mites b

Above the clouds Above the clouds, the sun set, instead of a green flash, a green glow drank into my soul, while eyes inhaled Surreal light filling gold into depths of cloud ponds lit by fire of sun made mythical this place, above the clouds Were I not on a plane I would have no doubt dove into the golden light it spoke of eternity and peace and love, this mirage must be where souls bathe to rejuvenate, above the clouds Breath before darkness, when the light of the sun de

When they go aerial become like a bird deny gravity imagine wings like Icarus ​ Flipping, soaring swerving in air like a falcon diving in fascination leaning towards a running chase I wonder what carvings they leave in the air marking territory for winged ones Eventually they fall however waxen wings they have not placed upon their body, landing with wisdom of birds who practice earthly martial arts Remembering legs they swerve and verve their way back to soil softly she e

Even the birds tired This morning After galloping rains And tornado warning Yesterday still spinning In morning air Only the lonely rooster Crows here with the lone Lowing toad responding be well, be well their voices etching into dark morning air scratching the sun to rise ​