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 ~
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 ~
In this majestic place A pristine North Dusk and dawn becomes one Bringing deep resonance forth A lava church of nature Rising from the seabed To this I humbly bow Life’s untouched calm silhouette ~ Kirkjufell, Grundarfjörður, Iceland Weekly Photo Challenge: Silhouette
A saga untold About to unfold Freedoms roar Dragons soar A völva’s gaze Cutting through the haze Golden snake uncurls Protecting the Earth Silent creation No separation The language of the elements Spoken with eloquence Mankind forgets We are no-one, and yet… A mystery; never born Does the rose
On the move Life is change Nothing Ever remains the same Walking down a red dusty road Wondering, are we really moving anywhere? Or is it merely The way life to us appear? ~ Weekly Photo Challenge: On the Move
Purple spring Feet growing wings Dragons slumber Camouflaged by desert umber ~ Weekly Photo Challenge: Spring!
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 ~
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 ~
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