http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Ariala/Back by popular demand...hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Ariala/563928We fear endings, goodbyes, changes that leave broken glass in the heart, one footpath on the trail, silence from airways once packed with "I love you's." We fear the unknown and who might take our place, steal the life we were meant to live with the one we love. We fear distance of time and...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Ariala/563720In the splendor of an adorning light, trellised praise rises in floral scent. There is slumber no more from the firmament, the fields, the brooks, and rivers winding with no eyes to see. An anthem resounds from mossy boughs, glens rejoice in green communion. The siren calls from waters deep, rain...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Ariala/559639I tasted serenity in the violet light of lavender trails and aromic paths at dawn. Borders of perennials waking at first bell of cricket song, discovering refreshment in soft dew touch. Winding hilltops call to spreading birch and pines, and a sycamore of renewal. The morning, enlivened in bird...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Ariala/558264The sky is a flowering field this morning with colors not yet fully decided. Stars, clouds, sky with numerous choices yet to be made. It will all scatter when the sun decides to join us. Upon the face of the moment, it will spill poetry from its warm pitcher, filling cups, glasses and mouths full...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Ariala/558100The wind is a secret this morning. A steady humidity rises from the lush foilage. The sun keeps quiet over treetops glistened with wet nights unforgotten. I know there was a wind, for I felt it in a wish, hair lifted softly, waves lapping at low tide, pulled only by dream. I'm certain I felt a...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Ariala/558022From the wisdom of trees all things can be discovered... Consistency, stable union with sky and earth... worship and praise in the sway of quiet thoughts... Color and fullness, bareness and timid bark in mid afternoon light. I walk alone even in a city full of eyes. I find my partner in a tree....http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Ariala/557018A blooming vibration takes on the color of magic as breath and hearbeat equate into authentic dream. Basking at the shores of a miracle, the scent of rejuvenation gathers a community of saints under a canopy of glory. They wait for the outpouring like cherry blossoms in the wind. It will rain,...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Ariala/556809I'm up with the bird who got the worm; the blossom that received the first light of dawn, the one whose pen runs across a faded journal. A prayer echoes inside silent caverns in soul chimes. The stone is marked in language of etched aether. Its Maker reads every line, interprets the call; spirit...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Ariala/556592The clouds form a stiff upper lip, black lipstick along the edges, accenting dominance against the blue. I water the flowers anyway, in case the threat passes without a kiss. Can green get any greener? Foilage rich and deep. If happiness had a color, this morning it is lush. Everything is so...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Ariala/556104This morning I drink the air, a cup of humidity born of earth and sky. I will miss sitting among the fire flies in a poet's cove. There is no relief except to wait it out indoors where poetry feels fake like the cool air of the air conditioner, but you're thankful for both even if the poetry...