We have so much more in common than not. If we could only see. Projections are feelings reflecting back to us. What if we stopped projecting and allowed ourselves to take heart and simply be. How dreadfully unaware we are, … Continue reading
Still embracing us, still welcoming us, even after she quietly slips on her winter coat afresh.
A predictable and rising pattern this season, shoveling. Now permitted near the door, a shovel and furry boots. Sleepily and somewhat blithely, undertaking a new pastime of mine. Everyone else in the nest, favoring something to view from the warmer … Continue reading
Overhead a creek, a homestead.Within earshot, a waterfall.Amidst slender, stretching sentient protectors, a deepening fondness.A white fluffy blanket to cover it all, here let me show you how it was laid out.
The further we go searching for the unseen world,the further behind us it lags.Away it runs from us,as we go reaching.When all along, around us all the time it’s been.Beautifully muted, like our wintery landscape.Visually a soundless time of year,energetically … Continue reading
Oh human, the grey matter is there for provision,Not for dissolution, or disbanding or even reshuffling.Wisdom of long past and far into the forever,it’s already in there.No need to do a thing about it,but lend a private ear.
Darkness rested over the horizon. Still…it would be sometime before I’d see a rosy blush hover over the eastern sky encouraging me to discover a sequence that may be a better way through.
A-dios. The past,closed.finito.no entry. Along with it, woes. Longed-for. In multitude, gratitude.depth.bliss.much needed, beauty.Illuminating the universe, you and me. Felt,and knownfor some timea single tone,for all to resonate with to orchestrate the most glorious symphony ever to be heard.
This was unexpected, or was I expecting sparkles to magically fall from the heavens?
“I can’t speak for elsewhere, but here on Earth we’ve got a fair supply of everything…There may be comparable places elsewhere, but no one thinks they’re beautiful.” – Wislawa Szymborska A blink of an insight, yet what a tribute to … Continue reading
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