Though patience
And softness
Cannot resolve
Every problem
The peace flowing
From their practice
Bears a reward
Of its own
As I watch
The sun set
Upon the stone
The river cut
To understand this
Is to master life
To master life
One must master death
Rise
Though I see
Not so very far ahead
I take the road
Into the valley maze
And trust myself
To find the way
No need for
Destination
No need
To have a plan
Not yet
But scan
Horizons
For potential
For places I’d like
To get
Overwhelmed
As they are
By the inexplicable
So I settle in
Allow the divine
To speak for itself
No matter how many times
I look into myself
Listen to my spirit
I find someone new
I remind myself
These are all
Acts of creation
Rather than discovery
Let nature speak
The last act
Of a once reticent sun
This vibrant glimmer
This display of possibility
As a photographer
I have never been satisfied with
Two dimensions
A single moment in time
Or even reality
I prefer
To create
Rather than
Record
Light is my palette
A digital file my canvas
A computer my brush
And all the world
Is beautiful data
To be transformed into art
