i’ve seen ancient horizons
setting against the sun,
i’ve heard the sound of the universe,
when the universe was one.
i’ve worn a thousand faces
they all feel the same,
distinguished only
by the tone of a name.
i echo the rhythm of nature
like leaves in the wind,
elements in motion,
since my time began.
beautiful harmony of paradox,
in the absence of time,
a wonderful wanderlust
both intimate and divine.
by K. Osei
light comes
silence break,
morning dew,
songbird’s wake
grass to trim,
errands to run
to buy a cake.
a daughters focus
on perfect setting.
a sons labor
absent fretting.
clocks ticking,
august heat,
all are sweating
to unveil the smile
of Leo’s child.
no, swatting
at bugs
nipping away
the delicate dance
of backyard butterfly,
southern breeze
flutter the leaves,
as trees gently sway.
all in harmony
converse with joy
amid this feline day.
sun fades,
evening shades,
as tiki burns the night.
by K. Osei
meaningless meaning
resembling dreaming.
meaning flourish not its own
for nothing we know
breeds alone.
tutelage tells it be true,
imagination claims
a different view.
even life i scramble to live
is held by meaning
i strain to give.
all iS One with many names
yet all is nothing just the same.
that i suppose, behold or feel
is the intent that makes it real.
lessons of meaning perhaps a sham?
can nothing mean
as it seems –
or particles of hologram?
by K. Osei
“shout-out to all the weeds
growing through the cracks,”
keep on pushing
keep fighting back!
today a weed
tomorrow a tree,
strong and firm
as conceived to be.
thrusting
to majestic height,
around obstacle
reaching for light.
unsightly appearance,
a nuisance they say,
cuttin and sprayin
won’t keep you away.
Indigenous to land
tethered to earth,
provisions for man
organic birth.
no paved road
or cement walk,
repel the pressure
of nature’s fault
Random surface fractures may be the most insignificant, yet compelling indications of a force greater than our daily conceptions of life. They are unconsciously passed over. Asserting themselves upon frailty and age, whether a crack in the road or a wrinkle in a mirrored reflection. It signifies something far beyond observation. An unyielding determination of something invisible, constant and consistent, spontaneous, unpredictable, incomprehensible law. Nature will be what it is determined to be — and so it is with man. It is an endless riddle and we are all conspirators in the plan — willfully or not. An eternal reminder of inevitable existence, sovereignty and subjugation harmoniously intwined. It is putative of everything and nothing. The weed and the crack are beautiful collaborators in the lesson of life. Within the cracks lay the mystery of contraction and expansion, creator and creation. The balance of power between the two – yet there is only one.
by K. Osei
it was a party of peace, serene and divine,
not a sound or thought my soul could find.
thought came, with his thinking friends,
in worry they huddled and trouble begin.
doubt was conductor, of confusion and fear,
as they all competed for an attentive ear.
sadness arrived and cased the room,
looking for partners in the dance of gloom.
faith stepped in, banishing thoughts of alarm
followed by stillness and all grew calm.
they scurried about searching for shade,
back to the silence where they were made.
by K. Osei
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