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 thecontinental 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...
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 groundand onceagain 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 downupon 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 compassionateheart 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
