Category: Ricoh RF 500

Colour Dance

I love
The colours
Of the sky

The way they dance
Into the day
Lively and so cheerful

On a journey
To a strange land
With strange customs
Where nothing seemed familiar

I re-encountered Buddha
Long obscured for me
Made strange by the confines
Of my culture familiar

I dream
Of guardians
In goldenrod armour

In countenance: fierce
But whose hearts
Have the gentleness
Of brushed cotton

Travelling
I began to believe
In parallel worlds

Never did I suspect
So many realities
Could coexist

I become attached
To what was
Replay it
Over and over

Wishing it
Each time
To be

Different

I stand still
Losing my balance
As the world falls away
Beneath my feet

Eroding, eroding, eroding
All which had supported me
Until I am perched
On a pinnacle

When I realized
No conflict
Could be resolved
Either by winning
Or capitulation
I began to understand
The true nature of conflict

The interplay
Of force
And resistance

As I turn the pages
Of the open book
That is the world

I discover anew
The creativity of humanity
As we strive for the divine

Sometimes the water runs hard
Knocking rock loose
To tumble and gouge
Cutting the gully ever deeper

Drought leaves the gully quiet
What water there is
Seeps down a shaded wall
Trickles in the valley

Some mornings
I get out of bed
Begin the day
Clinging to what I have
Thinking that is tenacity

But if the coffee wakes me up
I remind myself to find a way
To reach a little further
Climb a little higher
Take another step forward