Nature’s Hands.


Natures’ Hands. ‘Earth’ is her hand’s shade, ‘Deep Orange’ goodness of soil is her bounteous palm Which in provident prosperity faces up t’wards the skies. Deep hands that labour the land, Deep hands that till, that rock, That stroke and layer fine soil grains. Warm hands with life -fertile- Warm hands that close up Germinating seeds in the dark A womb- Pitch black. Hands that rattle the clouds – rain poured out. Hands that gently press the leaves- dews oozed out. Nature’s Hands, Nature’s Hands. Nature’s hands sculpted, shaped mountains, Soaring heaps of splendour larger than life. She shaped valleys, water ways, The crevasses in the earth, the creeks And beds smoothed by the flowing of the rivers. Nature’s Hands, Nature’s Hands. Wet hands with divine spit, moist virginal clay slip. She stroked the earth on her pottery wheel, swirling, Spinning and swooning in shaping me. Adorning, gifting, stroking me with her highness … A mother’s blessing. A natural touch from her hands. Yes a blessing from her…  Nature’s Hands, Nature’s Hands. “Just like the natural elements, I am her child, Divine nature shaped me.” Written as an ode to my primeval mother…mother nature. All my love and respect to this grand lady. LOve From SunBird.

What do Humans Write About?

What do humans write about?

What consumes a
human’s mind?

What fertilizes an
inner eye?

What can one sees as
they look out

With the eyes of
their inne self?

What do humans write

Of course, the
feelings in their hearts,

But with an inner

They see the divinity
within all creations

 They see it rise.

A beauty which moves
us to write!

Man may be the
greatest creation of God,

But anything that has
the power the uplift man is divine

For it is that divine

Which makes us

A divine beauty

Which gives us

A divine beauty

Which touches the
very self.

What does this human
write about?

It is very simple,

I write about the
‘lovely touch’ of life.

For with my inner

I discover the
beauty, that moves me to write.

-The reason why I write- Honestly Yours, SunBird.

A Longing Spirit.


“I am a longing spirit”

for more beauty

for more poesy

simply for peace

for something

my knowing

my living

Maybe irrational

Maybe a Nirvana

Maybe a turquoise

something out of this life

I don’t know

Maybe rational

Maybe a paradise

Maybe a reason why

I am a longing

I don’t know

They say…
and you’ll find”

I wrote these words when to me the concept of the world as we know it was not enough.
Yours thoughtfully.