Mullaghmore Reflection III
Mullaghmore A Dreamers door To myths and magic The great unknown Mystery’s invisible shore ~
Mullaghmore A Dreamers door To myths and magic The great unknown Mystery’s invisible shore ~
Curling up In the crescent moon A warm embrace A quiet tune Slowly sinking into The land of dreams Crossing oceans Walking along streams Listening to whispers In silhouetted trees From ancient voices Carried on the breeze Breathing in Vibrating midnight air A sacred homecoming To the blue nights
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
Dreaming the desert wandering into the mystery of life through the magic of existence following an unknown winding path today less traveled In response to the Weekly Photo Challenge
What new stories are waiting in the mist? What unknown land to walk upon under the rising sun? What dreams untold are about to unfold? How deep does your stillness reach before it breaches the waters of soul? In response to the Weekly Photo Challenge
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
Time cracked open and gave way to remembrance of a long lost past whispering a true tale of love and friendship between a horse and a child As a steel grey Pegasus he had carried her through the endless dark forest of a lost childhood defeating a secret world
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
Diving deep disappearing if just for a short breathless moment Shock of cold Freedom from thoughts of old I see Nothing I sense Everything Touched by sea of worlds something changed resurfacing I was never quite the same Photo by C.C. with my camera, a shot of my first dive
A Dreamers Walkabout The Burren was calling out For a Dreamers walkabout Quietly moving through The many shaded mountains of blue Carefully touching the bones of the Earth A silent reflection of life’s true worth Tunes carried by the wind Remembrance of an ancient song within Timeless simplicity touching the
High up in the sky Dreams come alive Change is at hand Where next to land?
Not long ago I all of a sudden found myself with a black pen in my hand. It was moving to it’s own rhythm over the paper, as if it was listening to a beat from another world and lines started forming themselves into strange images, landscapes and beings I