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 humble
Desert tree Life’s simplicity It doesn’t ask; “Who am I?” “Why am I here?” It is simply there ~
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 Although foreign to me In these desert landscapes I am mysteriously at home ~
Hanne T. Fisker Photography Art 