Maybe I planted a seedling without knowing I did or why.
How fertile was the untouched ground, how blue the sky!
Could it be that the wind was not in error just mistaken,
when it carried that little pip to take root alone, forsaken?
When the heart is suddenly poured from the inside out,
Chambers empty and make room for love to roam about.
Even flood gates open tears if too much awe’s allowed,
The young seed grows with every burst of the heart’s rain cloud.
I never asked for a garden; I was content to touch or smell a rose.
I believed in the least resistance, for soul’s sweet surrender knows.
I never tried to stop a freight train, rolling towards me on the track.
I made silent wishes to be loved, but in the next breath, took them back.
What is the Artist painting on his hidden canvas by the sea?
Anyone you recognize? Anyone that looks a bit like you or me?
Ah, he seems to be painting a still-life as he sits patiently to wait
for this singular bloom to finally flower his happenstance of fate.
I live in Costa Rica and write poetry in both English and Spanish. I perform live poetry readings in the 3D virtual platform of Second Life, as my avatar utilizing voice with selected music, some, my own original compositions, and images I display of photographs and artworks to accompany each poem. Many of my poems have been made into machinimas (live-capture videos) through the continuing creative partnership with Natascha Randt (filmmaker). Randt & Hoisan Productions have made 28 videos together; all can be found under the category “Machinima” in my blog. I find every day in this virtual world an inspiration and I am active on my blog, "Digital Rabbit Hole." I am both published in Second Life as well as in my Real Life, in an anthology titled, "The Baker's Dozen, The Cole Foundation Collection Vol lll."