Tag: nature

Sooner or Later…

  Please click on any of the photographs to see each on their own. In response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: From Every Angle

A Change in Perspective (II)

A Change in Perspective (I)

  The world upside down Sometimes it is all it takes Changing perspectives ~

After Rain

The Road to Nowhere in Particular

  The Road to Nowhere Walking it every day I know it quite well ~

Curtain Fall (I)

  Last call, curtain fall Inevitability Something to Nothing ~

Curtain Fall (II)

  What’s hidden behind Is never to be revealed Transparency’s depths ~

Curtain Fall (III)

  Fragile morning dew Resting in the cradle hour Before creation ~

Curtain Fall (IV)

Same Lineage

The Alchemy of Vulnerability (III)

  In silence we speak The wind leaving empty-handed Utter transparency In an honest expression The alchemy of vulnerability Piercing thorns Of inevitable love Not yet faded Into the distant dream Of yesterdays ~

'Collecting Memories' #1

The Alchemy of Vulnerability (II)

The Alchemy of Vulnerability (I)

“Here’s Tom With the Weather”

Temporal Sequentiality

When All Is Said

The King and The Queen

'Poets Marbles'

Not of This World Alone (III)

  Epilogue Some secrets Are not hidden Because they are too dark But because they are too bright Instead, as the light of a Burren blue moon Reflects the light of our closest star So does an Irish summers drop of rain Quietly mirror a She Who is not of

'Web Of Raindrops'

Solitudes Colliding forming Raindrop Constellations (II)

  Under the drizzling Burren sky They reached the cave He leaned comfortably Against the large wet rock Creating a dark entrance To an underworld of mysteries He had only met in dreams Where the god of another world Had woken from his slumber And demanded the three entrances Between

'The Alchemy Of Vulnerability' #1

The Grid (I)

  Prologue The Great Grandmother sits At the source of creation Weaving a grid of paths crossing Reflected in the short-lived moment Of a raindrop held gently in her web Once in a while The sacred mystery Of her many daughters is revealed Before they evaporate Like raindrops under a

Irish Summer

Tosomhed

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