Tag: poetry

Smiling Back at the Sun

  There are days The Atlantic waves Are crashing wild and tall Against the naked limestone wall Regardless of the force It doesn’t change its absence of course Remaining solid and still Revealing stealth beyond will On the surface the cliff reflects An apparent reality, superior and complex And yet,

What Simply Is

  Neutral life Filling it out With our inner eyes Projecting our own colors Onto boundless stillness Keeping track of time In a timeless universe Weaving the fabric Of stories around What simply is ~

A Day Gone By (I)

  A day gone by Bright wings Touching the sky Fading into dreams Makes me question Is anything what it seems? Moments constantly turning Into nothing But memories of the mind, burning Feathers gently brushing away The dream Of who ever I was today ~

Enveloped in Presence (I)

  How often do we stop And give life Our full attention How often are we present To the mystery Of another How often do we listen To the silence of being That lives within How often do we let Open curiosity Lead the unknown way How often do we

I Am The Sea (I)

I Am the Sea (I)

  The forces of nature Untamed and free Running through my veins I am the Sea ~   I have uploaded this before in colors, here’s a version in black and white for the Weekly Photo Challenge: Forces of Nature

Silent Presences Linger

  Silent presences linger In a white veil of spray Carrying many a tale untold Of a far away yesterday Time passes Much is no more Although a mark remains Deep in the hearts core Words written A last black trace Of moments lived Of new moments to face The

Stronghold

  When nowhere to go Lean into the mystery Your inner stronghold ~

Who Am I Then?

  When I stand On the edge Of the barren cliffs When my eyes Reflects the wild Of the roaring sea When I touch The quiet grace Of a mystical rainbow When I listen To the harmonies Of the howling wind When I disappear Into the spiralling Mist of sea-spray

Gazing Into the Distance (I)

  A gentle wind Blows within The spirit of the horse A mystical force Ready to defend A sensitive friend At home in the mists Here unknown realms exist Gazing into the distance Penetrating existence The sound of galloping hooves To a shamans drum it moves Light shines in its

A Moment

  There are times Of no time Life opens wide And all there is Is what there is Reflected In a moment Only This Exists No arrow of mind Flying between Past and future It has stopped in midair Above the ground Beneath our bare feet Where it dissolves And

Whispers

  Whispers linger In the quiet morning air Fairies and mountain elves I sense their gentle care Whispers linger In the quiet morning air Untold tales Of loss and despair Whispers linger In the morning air We can tread lightly If we care to dare ~

She of Quiet Streams

  She of quiet streams Weaving simple dreams Of endings and new beginnings An eternal dance Natures infinite romance ~

Mountain Palette

  Mountain palette A subtle colorful display Of Life’s multiple facets Do we truly choose our way? A moment of still Before moving forth To an unknown rhythm Heading North ~

Clipped Wings

  Clipped wings Facing rough winds Dark fire Broken lyre Haunting tunes Grieving natures misfortune When mankind marched on Depriving life’s pure song For his own good Something he sorely misunderstood ~

Many Shades of Blue

  Many shades of blue Each a link to what we know to be somewhat true ~

So It Seems

  Drifting separately Or so it seems Unaware that everything is connected By the space in between ~

You Are

  You are as free As you allow Your dreaming to be ~

Dreaming and Drifting

  Dreaming and drifting Returning home to a place I had never left

A Different Sphere

  Listening To the howl of the wild Absorbing A glaciers blue light Fading Into mountain strong Sensing The winds solitary song Quietly And light-footed she disappears Touching A different sphere ~

A Fragment

  We can only see A fragment of what’s perceived As reality ~

Dreaming Phoenix

  On a different timeline My dreams was lost to black and white A phoenix with a broken wing Rapidly loosing height I was on the edge One could smell The sordid ashes From an inner burning hell A solitary dreamer About to burst Could I be reborn Or was

Dreamy

  Being here There is no ‘there’ ~ Weekly Photo Challenge Dreamy

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