Tuesday, January 21, 2020

How I Love My Sapphire, Azure, Periwinkle California Skies


Through most of January 2020, the California skies have been painted ugly shades of off-white and grey by planes spraying plumes of metal aerosols - to improve cell phone reception I'm told by some people, to control the population or make us all sick, as claim others, or to make it harder for "good" UFO to move around in our airspace, since their engines are electromagnetic and negatively impacted by all this metallic dust. Alas, the dust turns sunsets into magnificent color displays, just as smoke does after fires.


But some days are clear, with pristine azure above, or sapphire, or cornflower blue... There are so many hues of clarity in the winter sky! Even some snow on the mountains (in December 2019).

like lotus in the mud
mountaintops bloom
with pure snow white

The Grapevine hills 
dusted with fresh snow
for Christmas
 
icing on the cake of
brown earth under grass blanket
snowy hills  of Grapevine

The white cover was limited to a certain height, below the hills were quite brown.

Here are other lovely landscapes without the crisscrossing patterns in the sky. Taken on those rare days of clear skies, or in the morning before the next shift of chemtrail pilots went to work to ruin our views. I usually look out first thing in the morning and go out in my bathrobe to document the California beauty before doing anything else. So lovely. Bouganvillea in bloom, and my Camelback mountain (or is it Mt. Lukens, I never remember) with two California palms of my neighbors.


Rainbows

Let’s conjure up a lovelier, brighter rainbow
made of jewels, translucent and opaque –

They are you, head to toe, a rainbow “you”
of strength and insight, presence and delight

You are a rainbow of endless Light
You are a fountain of boundless Love

You are a red ruby of life

You are a pure amber of creation
You are a bright gold of strength
You are a green emerald of affection
You are a blue sapphire of truth
You are a clear amethyst of perception

You are a white diamond of light

You are a bright diamond of light

The jewel rainbow of your body 
The jewel rainbow of your mind

Grounded in the earth, 

reaching for the sky 
dancing among stars

you are Love – you are Light

with me

(c) 2020 from Rose Always - A Love Story (rev. 2020)




Sapphire

 My tiger orchid blooms again
for the third time already

It looks at me shyly
with topaz eyes

thinking, I’d remember
that night, that music
of togetherness –

Expand, expand, forever
expand – our hearts fill

with Cosmic Light of
a thousand Suns –

liquid and flowing
to heal and purify

We thank, we praise
the One Love

that blossoms
in emerald gardens

in sapphire flames
and bright tiger eyes 

(c) 2020 from Rose Always - A Love Story (rev. 2020)

Some of the trees turn gold in December, the Big Tujunga Wash is so lovely at this time.

silver and bronze bushes, 
gold poplars and ash trees -
the riches of my valley 

 cherries start to bloom 
spring and fall at once -
all seasons in the now

 Twin Palms and the hills - 
 perfection welcomes me
in the morning


Amber

Red gold of falling leaves
and amber, liquid amber
engulf me with the intensity
of our love for all seasons –
Even the invisible California winter
without snow, with bright sunshine
and birdsong each morning – in time
for Darjeeling tea, Columbian coffee
and naleśniki, flat Polish pancakes
with a touch of maple syrup from Vermont.
The whole world celebrates with us
for we know true meaning of attachment –
not the pink blush of infatuation –
not the wine-red rose of passion –
but this, only this – pure clarity
of azure skies – clear radiance of red gold
and amber – liquid amber 

(C) 2020 from Rose Always - A Love Story (rev. 2020)

amber and sapphire -
California colors 
for the end of time

San Francisco Marina on December 26, 2019 was so delightful.

fold the sails
after worldwide travel 
rest in sunlit bay

And so  sunny and clear was the Mahnattan Beach Pier earlier
in November one afternoon. The sky was a bit more purplish.

a spaceship hides
in a thick white cloud -
 looking at you, kid

 a flotilla of clouds
watches over the valley
in sapphire peace

what's left of the last
cloud will soon disappear -
sapphire summer 

the doves of love
line up in my sky
for a new song

twin voices, twin songs
twin loves in the sky -
dove heaven

 

This Afternoon

   You are the music while the music lasts.
               ~ T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding

The woodpecker measures time by the thickness
of tree trunks. Birds make nests, hidden from
hawks, safe from scrub jays. We wake in sunlight,
with twirling patterns still under our closed eyelids.

We listen to high-pitched calls of hummingbirds,
the random flutter of wings. We breathe in spring air
with smoothly flowing melodies of birdsong,
the sweetest of nectars. Waves crash on distant shores
of the Pacific. Stars appear dimly above the horizon,
that glows with the bronzed orange of departing Sun.

We live on the planet of children’s laughter.
We watch refractions of light in my sapphire ring,
on diamond dew drops that cling to blades of grass,
half-opened roses. We live on Earth of abundance
and beauty. We live on Earth of plenitude and calm.

There are no sorrows here, no worries.
No before, nor after. No plans. We take deep
breaths, count to eight, inhaling smiles to the tips
of our fingers, into our toes. I laugh. You laugh.
Crystalline peals echo through the Universe –
from galaxy to galaxy, star to star.

We grow and grow – infinite, gentler, wiser –
we understand all, embrace all, know all.
Perfection. Presence. Light.


(C) 2020 from Rose Always - A Love Story (rev. 2020)



Imagine – A Poem of Light

      … a cloud that scatters pearls
                                 ~ Rumi
Are you an apple? Or maybe
a ripe seed inside an apple of light?
You are snug and safe in the core of a torus
of light rays. You are wrapped in white
silk of light, rays come from your crown into your
toes, surrounding you with a bright cocoon,
of magnetic lines, six winged angels stand
on all sides, watching over you.

Are you, perhaps a fountain?
Your heart – the spring of goodness.
Liquid light pulses and flows from you.
Your heart-beat marks the smooth rhythm
of the sky of the sky of the sky of the sky.
The light! This miracle you forget about
every day as your blood carries your
heart light into every cell of your body.

Not a fountain? A star, perchance?
Or, maybe, two stars. A larger one brightly shines
 On your chest, its rays straight and dazzling,
multicolored sparkles dance in the brightness
of your aura. See, the second star blossoms
on your forehead, as radiant as the heart star

Here you are: an arc between stars,
a lucid rainbow of ancient gold  
still shining, shining, shining –

(C) 2020 from Rose Always - A Love Story (rev. 2020)

         
            Gifts

 …the necklace of songs, that you take as a gift
                                                   ~ Rabindranath Tagore

I gather sunlight
in my palms
to save for later
when it’s dark outside
and hope seems lost.

My hands are full
of brightness. 
I gingerly carry
the tangle of sunrays
in a procession of gifts,
down the aisle.

I gather sunlight
to keep close
to my heart,
and warm us
through cold
winter nights
with a rich glow
of sunfire.

(C) 2020 from Rose Always - A Love Story (rev. 2020)


hills slide from orange
into darkness below
periwinkle sky




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