I’ve been absent here for quite a while, due to preparing my first photography exhibition ever! Prints are done and ready to be signed and then framed for the Doolin Writers Weekend 27th – 29th of March 2015 (which I am also helping organising) Progress indeed!! Scary shit. And
Listening To the howl of the wild Absorbing A glaciers blue light Fading Into mountain strong Sensing The winds solitary song Quietly And light-footed she disappears Touching A different sphere ~
Love is love It remains the same Only the human experience of it Is in constant change Our hearts are created to love Love itself doesn’t bring pain Only when we shut it down For one Reason or the other, we are slain It’s beyond the story Allowing love
Words spoken Hearts blown open Razing minds Keeping us blind To the magic of life We cut it out with a knife “Back to reality” some people say Going back to their daily lives in dismay Who decided that was ‘reality’ And freedom, innocence and love just a momentary
Coming from nowhere Going to nowhere I sense the desert wind ~
Originally posted on Author, C A Middleton:
Photo credit:http://htfisker.com another fantastic picture to sit alongside my humble words! Don’t forget to check out Hanne’s blog… A Sonnet for the Twilight World. By CpSingleton © 2014 Into the twilight world we go, we go. Our eyes are wide with awe. Following…
This photo of mine was given a beautiful poem by an incredibly talented writer: Magic Blue. By CpSingleton © 2014 Over the mountains deep and blue, To our kingdom in the sky. Hand in hand, just me and you. Or is it you and I? Up within the clouds
When the lines get blurred We end up getting hurt Mountains fade Walking in an old shade Growing toxicity Loosing touch with simplicity Small things Become big things Slow to understand Allowing an old seed to be in command Not hearing the whisper of the inner voice The one
The unconscious in a constant fight resisting the brightness of infinite light where no shadows can ever hide A death dance of a trembling ‘I’ transcendence freedoms cry silencing our quest our “who am I?” Standing naked in an unknown hall golden pillar rising tall reaching up angels call
White wolf a mystic in a silvery coat vibrating notes sounding deep in its throat carried by storms over roaring seas reaching closed hearts quietly longing to be free White wolf by your side enveloped in mystery yet nothing to hide at one with the moon and its inner
Dragon of the sea veiled in deep mystery once again you arise from the abyss of life traveling on ancient mists bringing your challenging gifts and intense life-changing shifts I welcome you my fierce friend touched by your presence again In another life during shifting tides I saw a
We are not separate even when the mind believes it to be true a blind-spot – forgetting we are nature too a sea-piece of art an expression of Life’s free heart WPC – Family
Mullaghmore a masterpiece of subtle mysteries Calling gently from its ancient core Listen your spirit’s asking permission to soar In response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Masterpiece
I have come to get quite familiar with this peculiar indefatigable companion and the mystery of her wandering and dreaming nature… In response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Companionable
He raised his head it was time to let go looking at me knowingly fading into the light returning to the eternal fields of green his spirit running free on whirling winds leaving behind a healing heart echoing the soundless beat of galloping hooves Epilogue: I have passed
Scent of amber in a quiet room fleeting creations serene smoke formations passing by ancient time it is thirty minutes to seven forever Smoke formation from an incense stick with an antique clock in the background always resting at 6.30. Photo for the Weekly Photo Challenge: Fleeting
Hanne T. Fisker Photography Art 