Paradise is horses running wild and free,

Wind whistling through ancient trees ~

Wildflowers’ kissed by honey bees;

Peace doves guiding you and me.

∞

 she was weary,

he understood;

life is hard

sometimes, 

his touch said:

rest awhile.

love is a fire

that burns away

the disease of violence

love is an infection

that spreads

to the heart and mind

love is alive

ever renewing itself

in eternity’s roses

love is a dog

god spelled backwards

giving hope to the hopeless

bejeweled droplets

adorn and caress

thriving in the midst of the storm

faith is believing 

in powers unseen

thriving in the midst of the storm

Looking for You

I fly

Swiftly,

Straight to

You,

My Beloved.

∞

Adoria, sees

Jesus

In the sky.

She only tells

Children…

The adults, said,

“Adoria, you have 

A colourful imagination.”

∞

I am the One

keep your wings

alive …

fly to love

I long for my mother’s bread, coffee,

Her tender touch…

I am old, too weak to stand –

Without my mother’s blessing.

Give me back the starry maps of childhood;

So that I, along with soaring swallows –

Can chart the path

Back to your waiting nest.

– Palestinian Poet, Mahmoud Darwish

the stairway to love

is paved with rose-petals;

the thorns,

are on the stairway to hate.

choose love.

∞

Like flowers and pebbles,

We are unique … one of a kind;

Some honour and protect freedom,

Others usurp its delicate wings.

she will protect,

encourage the first step,

always there for a love peck;

feed and stick out her neck,

and nightmares, she’ll keep in check.