Tag: sea

Elemental

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

Sunlight Dances on Waves

  Peculiar Life… Sometimes we seem to walk in a haze Yet, sunlight still dances on waves ~

Zig Zag

  Do you run alone Or with a pack? Do you run straight Or do you zig zag? Are you being true To your own natural way? Feeling the winds of freedom Following the call of your inner day? Perhaps “How”, is less important After all, aren’t we just a

Do You Have the Courage to Live?

  How to fly when your wing is broken? How to rise from a hidden wound unspoken? ~ What if our existential fear is not that of dying, but that of really living? It’s known in psychotherapy and psychology that we have an existential fear of dying that is the

On the Edge

On the edge Greeting death Raw. Exposed Still. Disclosed Dissolving From still to storm Reborn…

Sea Tower of Wild

Wave Explosion (II)

Wave Explosion (I)

Waves, Cliffs and Sea; a Dance of Threes

  Stirring Building Groaning Churning Smiling Teasing Poking Yearning The freedom to be The eye of love to see The life within you and me… ~ The words was called out by a comment-exchange with Michele D’Acosta on my previous post “Yggdrasill” If you have a moment or three to

Photo Journal of a Day (IX)

 

Photo Journal of a Day (VIII)

 

Photo Journal of a Day (VII)

 

Photo Journal of a Day (VI)

 

Photo Journal of a Day (V)

 

Photo Journal of a Day (IV)

 

Photo Journal of a Day (III)

 

Death Dance

  The unconscious in a constant fight resisting the brightness of infinite light where no shadows can ever hide A death dance of a trembling ‘I’ transcendence freedoms cry silencing our quest our “who am I?” Standing naked in an unknown hall golden pillar rising tall reaching up angels call

White Wolf

  White wolf a mystic in a silvery coat vibrating notes sounding deep in its throat carried by storms over roaring seas reaching closed hearts quietly longing to be free White wolf by your side enveloped in mystery yet nothing to hide at one with the moon and its inner

Dragon of the Sea

  Dragon of the sea veiled in deep mystery once again you arise from the abyss of life traveling on ancient mists bringing your challenging gifts and intense life-changing shifts I welcome you my fierce friend touched by your presence again In another life during shifting tides I saw a

The Kiss

  There is some kiss we want with our whole lives, the touch of spirit on the body. Seawater begs the pearl to break its shell. And the lily, how passionately it needs some wild darling. At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press

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