I stand
On the exposed bar of sand
Close my eyes
And listen
For the wind
And the waves
And the shutter click
Counting out the seconds
One by one by one by one
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Isolation ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #114
I walk out
Onto the expanse
Of rippled sand
The clouds
Roil and tumble above
In grandiose parade
Across azure sky
With every step
I feel a little smaller
A lone figure
Isolated on an expanding horizon
Until I stop
Breathe deeply
Breathe in all this
Glorious enormity
Flood of Truth
Yearning for its time
To become an open truth
When time came
Truth was a flood
Which swept the world clean
And like the river Nile
After the waters recede
Fertile ground remained
A gift
Of the tide
Of reckoning
Art and Life
A moment
Comes together
Unplanned
Unforeseen
Unforeseeable
Sometimes
The magic
Simply arises
Crossing ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #121
Sky and sea a dusky amber
Water gently rippled
A deep breath
In place and time
Crossing
From what was
To what will be
From the holding on
Returning
To the letting go
Atmosphere ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #120
Three times atmosphere
Dominates the scene
Once pollution
Once wildfire
Once winter storms
Twice undesired
Once intended
Often spectacular
Demanding
A different
Perspective
Wisdom ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #124
To sweep away
The detritus
Of wisdoms found
And wisdoms lost
Wisdoms over-written
Time-worn wisdoms
Worn out
Worn down
Worn through and through
Worn like a cloak
Like a shield
Or wielded
Like a sword
Bon mots
Of thought
Here collected
Erased
Memorized
Forgotten
Fragments of
Fragmentation
Misjudged
Misunderstood
Misapprehended
Mistaken
The nattering
Incessant
Of those
Who tell
But do not ask
Themselves
And should not
Yes
There’s the rub
Instead be
Silent
Who am I?
This wall
Has no wisdom
For me
Words
They clutter up
My consciousness
Lead me astray
Turn me away
From where I find
The one true I
Deep inside
I breathe
Let go
In quiet mind
At the core
Of silence find
The I that is not I
But All
And One
That is all
I need to know
This simple wisdom
All are One
What more is there
To ask?
Wanderlust ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #115
Whether it’s the
Being there
Or the
Being away
Or the
Being in motion
Which defines the true nature
Of my wanderlust
I usually decide
There’s no need
To pick one
When the Waves Come
Ride them
Duck them
Vault them
Or I can stand firm
And let the ocean wash over me
Feel its power
Enjoy the surge of energy
As it flows all around me
She Danced
As if everyone was watching
And all they wanted
Was to see her dance
She danced
As if every word she’d ever spoken
Could be translated
To a gesture, a swirl, or a twirl
She danced
And all I knew was
I wanted to be there on the dance floor
With her, now and forever