Reflections

Something Greater

The hum
of a vision, effort
woven into a work of art
dew weighting down the tiniest of tendrils
one strand on its own, only a line
easily torn
but in time and with great effort and care
each well placed line becomes something greater
when strung together holding hands
holding on through the evening
chill and winds blowing from the north, testing
the strength of so much gathered between two grass lengths
grown tall from the summer sun
now holding up this web of detailed wondrous
intentional mesmerizing
daydream-starting
a masterpiece (more…)

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A Visitor

Speechless the view filling me
from the tips of my hair to the tips of my toes solid
with so much presence clearly

Enjoying its own view the quiet
surrounding this place hushed stillness, so loud
every unnatural sound expressed like a put down to the wonder (more…)

The Water Calls

Come dip your toes erase
the perfect stillness get comfortable stay
awhile allow the crispness of my waters
to fold around you to enliven your cells
to remind you of when you were younger, please
aren’t I inviting? (more…)

Quiet. Wisdom. Rising- Night-Time Knowing

As promised, here is my first excerpt from my newly published book, Quiet. Wisdom. Rising. I captured this photograph this past week. My family went backpacking in the Trinity Alps for a few days. We camped at Little Boulder Lake, the second night the reflection of the sunset was extra special. (more…)

Tomorrow’s Tomorrow

She holds his hand they share a lifetime
the sun brightens their smile the moon guides their hearts
swinging and swaying together
with the breeze they ease into the everyday
the routine those expectations hiding
in corners shadows growing with each passing year
but together, they see right through the distractions
mistakes find their way right (more…)

WPC: Reflecting

Unlike the beginning and end
which are easily noticed and perfectly timed, the middle
of a mental, physical or emotional experience is rarely calculated
pinpointed measured-correctly embraced lined-up focused-on
no this is the point in the path
that is unplanned (more…)

WPC: Earth

As I gaze up these days I find myself
asking if my Mother Earth is alright
and her voice is tired within her kind reply
especially during a cloud-filled sky and her breathing
is labored her patience dwindles each time I ask
and she often wonders if I am still listening through her complaints
her weathered rage do I still see her (more…)