Tag: poetry

Is It Beautiful Or Is It Bleak?

  In a new place With a new a scenery. Maybe, Just maybe Embarking on something That could be a new life. I’m not so sure. Was I ever? ~ (first shot with a new little Leica friend)

Eihwaz

  Flower of ice Melting at dawn Reborn in the night A timeless mystery Of death and life ~

The Path (a remake of an old-ish photograph)

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

Effortless

  Will I ever make it? The answer is; to where? And therein lies An infinite beginning Of freedom To fly effortlessly ~

I Am Listening (V)

  I am listening To your every word And every tale From twisted shapes Slipping out from the dark To formless stirrings within Giving you wings I am listening Behind the words And beyond the tales To your life that flows In a sacred place Where stillness dwells And stories

Facing the Beast (II)

  Facing the beasts In the dark hour of dusk Strength is found In the most unlikely of places Looking straight into their eyes Recognising the reflection Tears touching hard rock Gently polishing off its edges Beastly guardians Of an unfathomable mystery Living in a shadowland; Obsidian stars falling From

Winter Glow

  Winter glow Longer days Are drawing nearer Perhaps too Our inner sight Will become clearer As we transition From dark to light May the mystery of darkness Become a resting place The yin and yang Of our souls Connecting inner and outer space Spinning perspectives On our existence To

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