Man is of the sea
Like an abyss containing every tear drop shed by humanity
her salty waters roll in gigantic waves, chasing each other
playfully on her surface, before spilling over upon golden
shores - like poetry in making; Man is of the sea, riding on
the ever changing current, sometimes sailing on high winds,
he becomes wild, fearless and free, reaching to kiss the sun...
Like magical magnetism, man is beckoned to the gentle lulling
of the sea and there's nothing more beautiful than the sight of
her shift from mood to moment as she flirts with the sky and
blushes in different shades of blue; Nor is there anything more
touching than the sight of her everchanging patterns of tide
crashing upon a thousand shores, then gradually subsiding...
Like a higher Goddess in command she spreads out most
majestically over the larger surface of the bluest marble
ever - connecting all things in a dynamic cycle of waters;
She skirts the continental crust and margins the vast and
faraway oceans - she's of intoxicating beauty and truly a
mystery of delight to man's sight as she continues to hold
his regard in awe and to kindle his wildest dreams...
by Wajia-Patricia Bühl
The earth's axis tilts toward the sun
shifting the sunrise furthest away from the sunset
'Tis the rehearsal of the March equinox
the very instant of time when the sun glides across
the celestial equator - flooding light upon the
prolonged hours that mark the first day of spring;
Poetry 'sprouts' from the fertile ground and
once again the earth laughs in a splendour of colours;
Blossom of tulips, lilies of the valley, pansies
of the deepest purple, king cups of Irises, awakening
lilacs, sparkling dandelions, clusters of
Muscari hug the ground beneath - from where
the bright yellow daffodils rise;
And the blue heavens look down upon the 'stars' of
the earth in a sigh of wonderment;
Persephone, daughter of Demeter and Goddess
of nature & fertility has indeed descended on
earth to tend to the soil that nourish her crop and
flowers; Rejoice my fellowmen! for the sweet
laughing Spring has come to renew our spirit and
make light our hearts...
by Wajia-Patricia Bühl
From her compassionate heart to a
pen in her hand flow these written
words to gently stitch up wounds
that she never inflicted; Driven not
to change but rather to fix things
others left behind broken -
Hang the stars back up
Refresh the spoilt colours
of the rainbow with bright
coloured paint
Straighten the moon
Dust the clouds off the sun's
face to bring in the light...
And yet she gives no thought to this
because it's just who she is - Let the
moon rise & fall she'll probably still
be there, 'tis the only way she knows...
by Wajia-Patricia Bühl
