On a bronze mountains dry shelves A little part of Earths story dwells A wonder for our feet to walk upon A sound of silence, a resonant song Don’t we also to this belong; In the space between diversity Aren’t we all one? ~
Walking down different paths Yet, moving in the same direction Recognizing ourselves In nature and each others reflection ~
Many-layered stories Many-layered perspectives Many-layered personalities Many-layered realities One truth… Is there such a thing? ~
Sometimes rivers flow Sometimes we need to let go Sometimes the fastest way Is to go slow ~ Poem inspired by Danish singer songwriter Tina Dico’s song “Count to Ten” and her lyrics: Sometimes the fastest way to get there is to go slow Sometimes if you wanna
Looking down From the top of Mt Ardon Life’s wondrous palette Revealing one of its many facets
Golden wall Standing tall Thoughts too small Questions dissolve At one with it All ~
Daffodils greeting the sun It is time for me to wander on Spirit light, walking with ease Carried by the desert breeze
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
Quiet solitude Boundless existence A timeless interlude Whispers of the moon The roar of stillness Deserts unnameable tune The return of a soul At home in the unknown Burning stories of old Walking through infinity The mystery deepens Life’s virginity ~ To you, Hanan. For your world of dreaming
Once a sea Now a timeless place For us to see To sit on the crest To simply be
Desert tree Life’s simplicity It doesn’t ask; “Who am I?” “Why am I here?” It is simply there ~
Desert dome Although foreign to me In these desert landscapes I am mysteriously at home ~
Coming from nowhere Going to nowhere I sense the desert wind ~
Originally posted on Author, C A Middleton:
Photo credit:http://htfisker.com another fantastic picture to sit alongside my humble words! Don’t forget to check out Hanne’s blog… A Sonnet for the Twilight World. By CpSingleton © 2014 Into the twilight world we go, we go. Our eyes are wide with awe. Following…
Little do I know I am soon no more to roam Change is at hand So very close To where I stand An emerald land where myths are alive Where even a wandering soul Can live and thrive Little do I know I am to call it home Or perhaps,
Life is a poem Between the lines Behind the words In the space Between spaces Mystery roams Forever… ~
When the lines get blurred We end up getting hurt Mountains fade Walking in an old shade Growing toxicity Loosing touch with simplicity Small things Become big things Slow to understand Allowing an old seed to be in command Not hearing the whisper of the inner voice The one
I’m giving back A day I didn’t see Sadly unused Wasted on me Foreign shadows Finding their way in On a beautiful day That could have been Eyes closed Spirit enclosed The inner Sea Roaring Wild Fighting To break Free Exhausted Sinking into the calm of night Under the
Rainbow touching Sunlit trees Dark clouds lingering Holding rusty keys Rainbow reaching Beyond the eye Down to our world Beneath an infinite sky Rainbow weaving A new fabric of life Golden branches illuminating The mystery by my side Rainbow calling Showing a different way Over the threshold The unknown
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 –
Hanne T. Fisker Photography Art 