My eyes, they cannot see
The fine details
In just a narrow band
Of frequencies
I reach down, deep
Pull back the sand
To reveal beauty
Unimaginable
So I wonder
Am I sure to reach my goal
At the end of this valley
The path may be obscured
I may lose my way
Or become disoriented
I re-encountered Buddha
Long obscured for me
Made strange by the confines
Of my culture familiar
I captured several dozen images from Chesterman Beach, and they have proven a great source of inspiration for poems and stories, a series from which I share five examples here
Then the wave comes
And I wonder anew
At the interplay of moving water and sand
The rivulets and eddies and smaller waves
Each wave believing
It will roll on forever
Beautiful patterns
Surprising, exquisite
Challenging, evocative
Alarming, provocative
When I return
To pick them up
They are no longer
The same moments
Pix to Words 