Aground not grounded
Becoming one with the Earth
Ashes to Ashes
Category: Landscape
Evolution’s Percolator
Where the wide of the sea
Finds the flat of the land
There the tide flows
I pick my way
Down mobile shore
Where life is lived in many worlds
In the shallows and the depths
And too this realm of barely land
Where creatures slither and scatter
Between the pools and rivulets
So I wonder
At all the possibilities life created here
Including me
Before Steeples & Potatoes
PEI
As French as steeples
As English as potatoes
Unceded by the Mi’kmaq
“Lying in the Water”
Epekwitk
Serenity Amongst the Pitfalls
Though journeys be fraught
With pitfalls and wanderings
Know the beauty of the path
That the pitfalls and wanderings
Make the path beautiful
That serenity finds its moments
Falling Away
White water falls away
A stream of sibilance
Embraced in verdance
Here I, find peace in this day
Even as the rain
Drizzles through the canopy
Embraced in patterns of nature
I dismantle patterns of self
Trouble falls away
On Beacons and Buttercups
Diffuse light in dispersing fog
Daisies, clover and buttercups
Stretch into morning
Pastel whispers from daylight skies
Beacon’s warning
Smothered by the mist
So she howls
Into unknowable voids
Lest any run astray
To foul upon the stone
This wall between
The land and sea
While daisies, clover and buttercups
Tremble in the breeze
The Straight Path
The master told her students
This is the path to enlightenment
“But it is so straight”, one replied
True, said the master
“I expected the path to be difficult!”
The straight path is difficult
“How can it be?
There are no mountain passes to find!
No intersections or forks to choose from!
No sharp curves to negotiate!”
Many students nodded their agreement
The master shook her head
The straight path is difficult because
You want to climb mountains
You expect there to be many paths to choose from
You believe there should be sharp changes in direction
One student had sat quietly through all this
Listening while looking straight down the long path
As far as she could see
Finally, she spoke
“Walking the straight path is impossible
For one who seeks insight
From every roadside attraction”
The master smiled
I am your student!
Peaks and Valleys
From peak to valley
He tumbled
A pebble
In the tumultuous runoff
Of his own emotions
Finally released
In the awakening spring
After a long, cold winter
Of isolated dissociation
He lay there
For a while
In the rocky bed
His torrent gouged
Through valley floor
Then stood
Shook off pain
Shouldered the burden
Of recovery
So began the work
To break new trail
Back to the peaks
Sundown ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #351
Prairie sundown
Raises me up
The peace of a gentle end
Subdues the day’s winds
To scattered breezes
Playing in tall grass
Painted ambient amber
I breathe in
With a rush like the wind
Then out as a breeze
While the brazen sky
Sings the final notes
Of its golden lullaby
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