Damn seagulls…
Category: Mood
Openings in the brick wall of consciousness…
I seek the openings
In the brick wall of my consciousness
In the brick wall of my consciousness
I am not alone on this journey
Many seek the limitations of their world view
Black Sand Basin
The earth heaves up boiling water and steam, and from these mist coalesces, drifts with the light wind. We walk out over the simmering pools lined with vibrantly coloured minerals and flecked with obsidian, giving the basin its name. Vapour rises all around us. Every now and again, a burst of trapped air escapes, jetting sprays of searingly hot water well above our heads, and fortunately well away from the viewing platform built right over the bubbling land.
Faint Hope
Faint hope
Like the sun, shrouded
Seeking the balcony
Like the little Buddha
An outline in the shadows
In the dawn time
In the dawn time
When the light lies low
Yet vibrant
When the dew clings
And the earth seems still
The invitation
There are moments
Of peace and solitude
Of calm beauty and divinity
Which allow us to connect
Of peace and solitude
Of calm beauty and divinity
Which allow us to connect
Enveloped
She comes, every time she can steal a few minutes for herself, to watch the bridge. The bridge, and the people crossing it.
Tenacious Rays
On the rainforest floor
Richly green and always moist
It is not life which is persistent
Must be tenacious
Bold
Resourceful
Richly green and always moist
It is not life which is persistent
Must be tenacious
Bold
Resourceful
Seeking ~ Being
There comes a time
In every pilgrim’s journey
When the path transforms
In every pilgrim’s journey
When the path transforms
From seeking
To being
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