“What ever happened to Love?” Contemplating the vastness of the sea, the Poet asked the Nymph. Continue reading The Poet and the Nymph
Tag Archives: The Poet
El Plano de Los Sueños
Querida Carmen Teresa:
Seis meses interminables han transcurrido desde la ultima vez que nos vimos. Añoro el pulso eléctrico de tus rizos cobrizos al tocar mi piel, Continue reading El Plano de Los Sueños
Mango Mélange
In the backyard, round red mangoes dream. They pull down their branches, swing in the sultry breeze, and gently rub against the orange dirt. The flashfloods of memory wash my thoughts. Continue reading Mango Mélange
The Art of Coexisting
Spring seeps in.
After pulling off weeds and
watering bell-shaped,
bright-yellow daffodils,
I walk to the sand bottom spring.
Turquoise waters gently swirl.
Suffused, I bathe, float, swim.
The afternoon sun crawls under moist skin.
In the curling of toes, a wasp appears.
“Hello, old friend,” I greet.
Fiber-thin, delicate hairy legs walk on water.
The sentient being patiently drinks
and gracefully hovers back to the tall Mesquite.
Moments later, it returns to the surface of the spring.
“What do you do with all that water?” I ask and offer half a grin.
“I spray the flowers grateful for being loved by the universe.”
Wasp returns to the highest tree branch.
Infinite beyond measure,
this tiny insect respects the pond of life.
Mariel Masque – Copyright 2014
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Birthday Wish from the Muse
A wonderful birthday wish from my adored Muse.
My dearest Poet,
Words trickle. Starting. Stopping. Halting. Gathering strength and speed. Dozens of tiny streams of thought try to break away, twisting and bubbling through desert sands. Starting to swirl, coalesce, they move purposefully. Flow. Words.
Today as I think about your birthday, I think about words, soaring fantastic flights into tropical paradises. Powerful histories handed down generations. Sparkling humorous streams that flash like the way your hands move when you’re telling them, whole body moving with intensity and dance.
Today as I think about your birthday, I think about food. Inviting aromas that curl around the edges of your front door, surprising combinations of savory, sweet, and spicy that delight and amaze. A clean white plate is a canvas where you paint your culinary art, each slice and sliver placed with the intention that melds perfectly on the palate.
Today as I think about your birthday, I think about music and dancing. The greeting echo of drumming, faintly heard on your doorstep. Tantalizing rhythms that make hands tap, heads bob, hips start to turn and move without permission. The way you smile all the way down to your toes as you dance across the living room and into the embrace of the kitchen aromas.
Today as I think about your birthday, I think about love. The way it grows. The way it changes. The way it blooms. The way it warms. The way it tugs. The way it teaches. The way it inspires. The way it frees. The way it soars.
Today as I think about your birthday, I think about stories. The stories you’ve told me, in your words and food and art and dance and love. The stories I’ve told you, in many the same fashions. The stories I notice weaving into my life, both with intention and without realizing. The way writing creatively about stories and lives makes me think of you weaving word tapestries that leave awe in their wake.
Today as I think about your birthday, I think about magic and the sacred. How you touch deep currents in the world, bring them closer to the surface. The way you hold a mirror to self-discovery and shine light into forgotten nooks. The constantly growing and evolving spirit rooted in confidence that things can be unknown, but still understood and integrated. Life is worth living to bring happiness.
Today as I think about your birthday, I celebrate the gift of your presence in my life. The way that even far apart, I feel like my life, and the world is a better place for knowing you’re in it.
Dear Mariel, I wish you another beautiful year of celebrations and joy, of dancing and music, of words and food and magic, of changing the world one positive step at a time. May your endeavors and the people you love bring beauty and happiness to your life in this year! Thank you for bringing beauty and joy to mine.
Warm caramel hugs, champagne bubbles of delight, passion fruit teasing smiles, and love,
The Muse
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October 1, 2014
The Miracle of Life
A true poet surrenders fully to the art of contemplation. Take for instant the relationship between the moon and the earth. The moon exerts a constant influence over the ocean tides, never expecting anything in return. The earth, in return, gives the moon a spectacular view.
The sun is another example of unconditional love. Its vibrancy allows plants to engage in the process of photosynthesis. Plants in turn release the oxygen breathing organisms need to exist. The sun warms the earth and makes life possible. In the universe, everything is connected to everything else. Unconditional love means that one gives because giving brings pleasure. Easier said than done! Dissolving ego unleashes the most-pleasurable state of heart. And the best way to dissolve the ego is to focus our attention on the miracles of life.
A Hummingbird Nest Hat
It was a clear and sunny beauteous spring day in the Sonoran Desert. I woke up sad, grieving a major loss. Lost in blue thoughts, I faced the Catalina Mountains. While watering the plants in the garden, I smiled at the rising sun. The instant I smiled, a sudden buzzing sound demanded my attention. A tiny hummingbird buzzed her little wings in front of my face and flew away. I looked up.
The marvelous engineer had built a nest anchored on a flat single spike of iron, a thread of metal hair on the head of the dancing amazon wind chime hanging by the front door. Immediately, I brought out a hummingbird feeder grabbing dust in the garage and placed it nearby. Weeks later we had developed a bond. She did not feel the need to fly away as I water the plants. Miraculously, she left me photograph her whereabouts.
Too soon, an ethnography of urban nesting unfolded. An earthy amazon wearing a glamorous hummingbird nest on her head, danced, danced and danced in the wind. Magic at its best! Who is the earthy Amazon wearing a hummingbird nest hat, head chakra in tune with the marvels of life?
Two tiny eggs the size of jellybeans found a home inside. One baby hatched. A little breathing creature with pointy spikes emerged from the shell. The second baby did not make it and promptly was discarded to ensure the safety of the newborn.
As weeks passed by, I forgot everything about my loss and fully engaged in exciting field work. One beauteous morning, I woke up and checked on the hummingbirds. Ms. Hummingbird stood on the rim of the nest, tiny claws holding tight, hovering her wings at high-speed, showing Junior a new trick. Junior watched attentive.
After few seconds, she began to hover mimicking her mom. Precious little wings covered with porcupine-like spikes hovered until Junior rose in the air. “I can do it, mom.” I heard a voice in the back of my mind. It made my whole body smile.
I could feel the vibrations of discovery emitted by little wings and the incessant joyful chirps. She softly embraced her young with both wings preventing a fall. Promptly, Junior tired up and returned to deep sleep. Ms. Hummingbird sat proudly on top of her child and gently preened the tiny feathers beginning to sprout at the tip of each spike.
One morning, while practicing her hovering Tai Chi, junior lost balance and fell off the nest. Maneuvering a first fly, she landed safely on a cactus bed. Mom got all agitated trying to get her back to the nest. “Junior!!!” I could hear her swear, chirping away.
I gently picked Junior and placed her inside the nest. Ms. Hummingbird promptly sat on top of her precocious child.
“Mom, I can fly!” Chest puffed Junior replied.
Mesmerized, Magic and Love, my two black Siamese cats, stood at my feet at the other side of the glass. Only a matter of days! We thought. Only a matter of days!
Ah, the miracle of life. The gifts of nature fill the heart with charming delights when we dare to pause. One meaningful breath at a time, the precious moment is all I have. Such mindful exercise contributes more to world peace than any meaningless fight.
Mariel Masque – Copyright 2014
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