Tag: landscape

Contemplating

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Illusion

  Ice Creating The illusion The river Has stopped Its flow ~

Frozen Still

  Even through dark clouds and frozen still Life holds a mystical glow Pointing us in a direction We might sense but rarely know ~

Giants Rest

Hope

  Note the Vibration Of Hope. Does it set you Free To Embrace the Now? ~

Mystery Abides

The Path

  There are times, we know the path Yet dare not walk it. Other times we don’t know the path But walk it anyway. At times there is no path So, we create it, as we walk. And then there are moments beyond time Where the path dissolves And in

Symphony

  Earths symphony Showing a subtle path Towards life’s harmony

Painted Clouds

Life’s Palette

  Looking down From the top of Mt Ardon Life’s wondrous palette Revealing one of its many facets

Ardon

Karbolet

Looking back at the toughest day of the 2 months on the Shvil Yisra’el: 12 miles, climbing up, hiking on the edge of this bastard and climbing down again and then add another 3 miles with 25 kilos on your back and feet covered in inflamed blisters… it can be

Friendships in the Desert

  Desert rescue A tough cowboy came to my aid The way of cowboys Very few words are said A true horse whisperer With a quiet language of the few A tender heart That of morning dew (don’t tell him I said that) He brought me to a good hospital

Soft Waves of Sand

  Soft waves of sand On the Horizon Mountains stand ~

Natures Curves

Once a Sea

  Once a sea Now a timeless place For us to see To sit on the crest To simply be

What is Reality?

  Descending, feet in flames Yet, my spirit is soaring high At one with the desert And the clear blue sky Transcending Aching physicality Wondering; how bizarre – What in truth is reality? ~

Desert Dome

  Desert dome Although foreign to me In these desert landscapes I am mysteriously at home ~

Dark Dusk

  Dark dusk On the cusp Life’s way ~

Cape of Colors

Threshold I

  Snow-capped mountains Walking on the edge On both sides the abyss Watching my steaming breath Touching the snow With bare sensitive hands Listening to my heart And it’s fiery demands Cool mountain breeze Caressing my naked soul Soaring towards limitless skies On a threshold; dreams exposed ~ WPC –

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