Openings in the brick wall of consciousness…

I seek the openings
In the brick wall of my consciousness

I am not alone on this journey
Many seek the limitations of their world view

Contemplation

I like to just sit
In places of profound beauty
Awed

Quietly contemplating
Looking out
Into myself

There are few things more satisfying
Than sharing something new and beautiful
With family

A couple hundred million years ago
The tide receded for the last time
Leaving ripples in the sand

To the rock, it seems just yesterday
It had been the sand
Gently rolling with the waves

Continued from Enveloped.

I feel her, on the other side.
Know she is there.
Waiting.

Impatiently.

A mother knows these things.

And daughters always think they know better,
When they hardly know themselves.

I love the man.
She never understood that.
He is derisive,
Angers easily.

There’s something primordial
About an amber sun
Settling in over a sea
Foaming against a rocky shore

As if you are there, at the dawn of life
Watching nature stir her organics
Casting upon them the spells
Which will make matter sentient

Sometimes it is difficult to know
A sunrise from a sunset
The coming of the light
From the gathering darkness

There is beauty in both
And what will come
Will come
So best to appreciate the moment

Yes, I have said, many a time
How much I love the desert
And the mountains
On which I bike and ski

But… Oh! If I could choose
Choose anywhere in the world
It would be here, I’d live
In that dark house by the sea

Our best friends illuminate
What we cannot see
Like beacons in the night
To keep us off the rocks

Honour them
When the sun rises
And their guidance
Is no longer required

The air is heavy
Laden
Saturated

Clings to my flesh
Beads on my clothing
Thick with moisture