Departed
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Tag: beauty
We Hapless Beautiful Many
These awkward, fumbly, funny humans
Gawd! We hapless, beautiful many!
I love us all, with all our flaws
As we stumble through uneven times
Struggle to find our way in uncharted lands
Gawd! We hapless, beautiful many!
I love us all, with all our flaws
As we stumble through uneven times
Struggle to find our way in uncharted lands
Is there nothing quite so extraordinary
As a gathering of the confused
The bewildered
The shocked
All finding comfort and strength
Through others no stronger than we
We discover
In our collective strength
And courage
And wisdom
And tenacity
How much of these
We each ourselves posses
Armed with them
We super humans of faith
And possibility
We master what was unmasterable
We triumph when tragedy seemed certain
Oh, we magnificent beings
Who would ever suspect
We were capable of such things
When observing ourselves
In just the everyday?
None but ourselves
But that is all we need remember
Nature’s Art
Symmetry in asymmetry
Random chance and physical law
Ordered chaos is nature’s art
Random chance and physical law
Ordered chaos is nature’s art
Awe ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #224
Ageless roil
Tide incoming
Hardened shore
Tide incoming
Hardened shore
I trundle along the escarpment
Of this thin edge of immensity
Immersed in the awe
Of all that I do not yet know
And the greater mystery
Of all that I will never know
Thus is the curse
And the beauty
Of consciousness
Connections ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #222
The sun ebbs
Drawing the sky blue curtain
Infinity revealed
Drawing the sky blue curtain
Infinity revealed
Here we draw together
To feel the connection
Through all that is
To each other
Asymmetrical Balance
Sometimes
No, often
It is in asymmetry
That I find balance
And beauty
No, often
It is in asymmetry
That I find balance
And beauty
Convergence
All that is
Converges on a single point
Where all that is known and imaginable
Exists in the experience and imagination
Of a single sentience
Converges on a single point
Where all that is known and imaginable
Exists in the experience and imagination
Of a single sentience
Earth alone
Is home to billions of such convergences
Leading to this gesture of humility:
How can I know this convergence of mine
Is the best of billions
Or even any good at all
All I know
Of the billions of others
Is at best learned conjecture
Even with the most intimate knowledge
Thus am I both creator and interpreter
Dig ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #219
Digging in the sand
Seeking delectable gems
Then steam and butter
Seeking delectable gems
Then steam and butter
Locals and Tourists
On a cold blustery morning
After the night of hard rains
Dimpled the sands
The sky spatters still
After the night of hard rains
Dimpled the sands
The sky spatters still
A couple dares the ocean
To douse their sneakers
Which it will no doubt oblige
Her morning walks allow no thought
For the outcomes of such imprudent wagers
Just the waves the sand and the wind
Now on the homeward leg to shower and eat
Then off to work six days a week
At the cafe with its cliches and charm
Where she serves many a breakfast
To tourists and their soggy feet
Extremes of a Year’s Journeys
The road leads down
A scabrous red cut
Into a valley of death
A scabrous red cut
Into a valley of death
The azure sky
Suspended upon its downy bed
Of purest white
Extremes of a year’s journeys
Found in a single switchback descent
Just ahead of a desert sunset
Somehow, I find
All of it
Beautiful
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