Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it. ~Rumi~ Photo Credit: Anna Jones Continue reading
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Needs Reminding
“Do you see me?” asked the Sky. “You are all I see.” replied the Mountain Cause even the Sky forgets its greatness and needs to be reminded how vast it really is. Photo credit: Anna Jones Photography Continue reading
So perfect and so holy
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Ruins
Ruins spacious, oblique a chamber of chasms the dreamless wonders cast about a sirens last note eyes open hard light a fighters first punch fractured moments slip beneath consciousness, over bright spaces disabused, returned from stone corners knocked hard mantis of destiny alive anew long dead dilatory emergence sweet tremblings sung low shuck the casings, … Continue reading
Dilettante
The Dilettante: A stone cut path the curve and cut of epochs weighed by their destiny to final surrender lay now trembling, whispering their stories dripping ideas down, down through capsules of time the stories collapse single words drop fragments of the past come surfacing back Vapors released knees folding epochs enfolding whispers of one … Continue reading
It Cuts Deep
In caverns we hear our endless refrain, that which we put out comes back to us. Is it no wonder we seek to hear it… shouting as we come, singing as we are. The universe is proffering the truth at every moment! Everything comes back, an endless echo of action and reaction, of beliefs held … Continue reading
Manifold Wilderness
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I Dream of Mountains
For months now, I dream of mountains. I see their majesty and quiet charm when I close my eyes day or night. Their magnificence is burned into my mind… shadow images standing firm and powerful. I image someday something else will haunt the inner contours of my retina. But I draw from these images, with … Continue reading
The Illusion of Pines
In the space between two pines I find a legacy of my own illusions In the space between two pines Lives a lifetime’s pungency of desire Sticky limbs heavy and weighted against the winds tender encouragements Endlessly bowing to the great space Decades of this dance, days of dreaming Only a stone between as each … Continue reading
The Calm & The Current 