Shining Thru » nature

Rhythm of Rain

cnj222 — Wed, 18 May 2011 00:42:29 +0000

Rain drops drumming down on the rooftop

The rhythm matching feelings of the day

Fast, slow, happy, sad, depressed, neutral

All a flood of emotions that over flowed throughout the day

Listen to the calming sound thumping down from above you

In the warm embrace of the candle light you sit and watch

Listening and watching the storm outside, enjoying the cozy feeling

The feeling that the coat of rain makes as you listen to it come down around you

Not able to touch you the music flows through the strength of the storm

Everyone watches from the windows or under the coverings

Listening and playing along with the beat of the storm in your mind

Colors

cnj222 — Mon, 28 Mar 2011 00:33:53 +0000

Vibrant Changing colors all around us

The right gold, read, and orange hanging above our heads

Looking up to the brightness of the sky and seeing the rainbow of the tree

Reminds me that it’s my favorite time of the year

Fall brings a certain sort of peace and easiness

A breathe of fresh air after the summer heat gets done cooking the earth

Enjoying the crisp air when you walk outside or leave the windows open is one of the most pleasurable things there can be

But seeing the trees change to a different color, and have it be perfectly natural, is something very special

Right now it’s spring and the blue of the clouds followed by the bright sunny day is beautiful…

But then the nights grow cold and the wind is chilly, the rain drops fall

The flowers are blooming and coming into the glory of the sunshine during the day,

but sometimes wither away at night

Spring is a tricky time, but another time of change and colors blooming all around you

Rainbows and thunderstorms, filled with illuminant blasts of lighting across the sky

The changing of colors, fall or spring, fill you with the blessing of change.

Wishing on Memories

cnj222 — Sat, 12 Mar 2011 00:22:19 +0000

The rose petals fall one by one leaving only the thorned handle

You grab it and it pricks the blood from you hand

You throw it but it sticks, you stomp it into the dirt

And turn to walk away but….stop, looking back, now nearly destroyed

The memories of the beautiful petals remain, the vibrant colors in your mind

The soft, perfumed beauty that the stem once held

Seeing what’s left in the dirt makes you pick it up

Feeling the blood pricked once again

Not able to put it back down

Not able to throw it away and begin again

Wishing you could watch it bloom into the beautiful flower it once was

You save it…carrying it…holding it….wishing

Teasing Spring

cnj222 — Mon, 31 Jan 2011 01:37:19 +0000

A peek at spring was here today

Warm weather and loving the idle strip tease

The snow is gone, the grass and trees bare to the sun that shines

The sun shining down on us, reminding us of what will be here soon

Trying to remember the sun, heat and green grass

We see some of it today and hope the freeze over will not come again

Is it a tease without touching? Or is it there to stay for the season?

Can we expect the same tomorrow, or was it a one day offering?

A pleasant reminder or a tease?

Leaving you to wait for the whole pleasure

We wait wondering if we can stand the drastic change and backward motion

Can we bare to see the winter wind come back and the isolation set back in around the tree that appears dead?

Or can we wait to see the green grass spring up and the leaves sprout out to fully enjoy the warmth?

Bleak

cnj222 — Mon, 10 Jan 2011 23:45:07 +0000

The white bleakness blurs the window as you try to peer outside

The sunny south today, is nothing but a lie

Putting all hopes of the sun coming out aside

Not knowing how to proceed, not being able to leave

Stuck inside and alone, the gray sky all you can see

Sitting down with a movie and a cup of tea

Trying to cheer up and enjoy the time off

Pulling the pillow close and embracing how soft

The boredom growing tough

All alone and nothing but the white fuzz outside

Nobody coming by

Nobody would even try

Too dangerous on these unknown roads

People not use to the ice and the cold

Going out is only for the bold

Being safe and keeping warm

Nothing today is true to form

Who could have saw this storm?

Beautiful Moment

cnj222 — Sat, 30 Oct 2010 23:16:20 +0000

The crisp cool air of the autumn changes meets you as you open the door

Seeing the bright vibrant colors rustle in the branches up above brings a peacefulness

A break from the heat and suffocating humidity, it’s like the first fresh air you’ve had in months

The fall season brings a peace to your mind as you take your time walking outside

Enjoying the change that is all around you in nature

Feeling the change through your whole body, knowing that soon it will be winter

But this moment is perfect, relaxing, and beautiful

Crashing

cnj222 — Tue, 26 Oct 2010 01:05:48 +0000

The crashing waves, beat the rhythm you hear in your head

Circling around your thoughts one more time

Listening to the gentle crash upon the beach

The birds sore above the swirling madness

Jealous of their freedom I admire them from below

Listening again to the sound of the water I wait

Sitting and waiting, listening and admiring

I see a fish jump in the water as a dolphin chases it into the air

Trapped, fear and successful triumph all in one single snap shot

Watching nature swirl around as the waves continue to crash

Sometimes gently upon the sand

Sometimes hard against the rocks

Wondering what kind of crashing emotion will be mine.

The Storm

cnj222 — Thu, 07 Oct 2010 09:43:44 +0000

The darkness and the storm sneak in, closer and closer, to capture you where you can’t lay in peace, ever haunted by the thoughts and emotions floating aimlessly in the mind ready to strike just as you feel a peaceful moment approaching. The emotions swirling into a tornado of thundering loudness within the mind, the lightning strikes the nerves that are attached to the feelings they are pulling on, blowing in, consuming….A devouring presence that refuses to be ignored as you sit and squirm and spin, trying to release yourself from the icy steal hold. The candle flame flickers as your only light tries to stay alive under the covers of the storm, the clouds chilling your bones. As you don’t want to see but look anyway, curiosity overcoming your good judgment you see the nightmare come alive.

Seasonal Change

cnj222 — Sun, 26 Sep 2010 20:30:29 +0000

The weather is changing but so are the people around you, never knowing where things are going or what you’re going to get. You keep on moving because it’s all you can do, move forward one step at a time and look around to see who’s with you on your journey in this world. Not know if there is another you watch as the grass dies and the leaves change. The temperature rises and falls. Walking down the path as the leaves drift past you in their spiraling downward fall to the ground of the path that we walk along. Walking on the fresh crunch of the leaves makes you wonder what will happen to you when you fall down and hear the rushing past you on the ground, not even taking notice of what’s there and what’s not. People walking by and you feel like you’re in an invisible haze that isn’t seen by anyone else. Everyone so intent on their plans that they can’t stop to take a look around, can’t stop to notice the change that is happening right in front of them, in this world that they are a part of and yet are so easily disconnected from. Walking along you see the two paths collide with the beauty of the changing fall, not wanting to stumble you take your time…reaching out to your side for another hand you find the one who came along, maybe not the person that you thought but someone who cared enough to notice that you were wandering away in the midst of all of this change. The challenge of acceptance is among us as the weather tries to make up its mind, plunging around to confuse all of those caught up in the heat and the rush to those that are freezing and dying at night. Walking along in this seasonal change, I have to wonder if I’m the only one that notices the yellow that use to be green.

The Butterfly

cnj222 — Thu, 16 Sep 2010 01:04:23 +0000

The Butterfly floats to and fro

Fluttering from here to there

Happily enjoying the solitude of the moment

Entering the new life alone and flying on alone

Enjoy the sunshine but looking for more

Looking for something to share with another

The brightly colored insect flutters along the short journey given

The world an overwhelming undertaking as it is released from its restraints

But still it flies on, happy and carefree, enjoying all along the way

Always believing that whatever is missing will be found in this vast world

Leaving others behind and envious of its faith in true happiness that will be found

Found in another when the moment is right and they are both free of restraints

Moving forwards together from the cocoon and into the world to find the rest of life together