Is it paradox
To find this cascade of water
As fascinating
As a campfire’s billowing flame
Elements in contrast
Matter and energy
Opposites
Yet akin
Falling or rising
Beauty
In the flow
Of nature
Is it paradox
To find this cascade of water
As fascinating
As a campfire’s billowing flame
Elements in contrast
Matter and energy
Opposites
Yet akin
Falling or rising
Beauty
In the flow
Of nature
The tumble and tumult
The cascade and chaos
All of it is pain
My being rent
By forces
External of choice
Until I realize
The flow of possibilities
Converge on a single channel
Even small choices
Alter my course
Through the rapids
I can navigate
Even the roughest water
Toward the serenity
Of a gentle flow
There is some beauty in this
The discovery of peace in turmoil
Not the prettiest lighthouse
Hard angles
Straight lines
Vast planes of white
So a fisheye
Rounds the square
Curves the lines
Arcs the sky
With fluffy bright clouds
Love fills him
Overflows
A river
A gentle flood
Of love
Washes over me
Over all of us
Fills us
Intoxicant
His smile
Radiant
A broadcast ecstacy
Writ across his face
An unfathomable beauty
Of being
Filled with love
I remember
Being filled like that
Being love
Being grateful
For every moment
In every moment
I remember
Being flawed
Knew I was flawed
Still, I was full with love
I remember
Being in pain
Debilitated by suffering
Still, I was full with love
I forgave the flaws of others
Because love forgave my own
While I worked to repair them
I empathized with the pain of others
Because love allowed me to feel my own
While I followed a healing path
So I thank him
Up on the stage
This beaming intensity
Of beautiful light
As I sing the refrains
As I sway
To the rhythms of the music
To the flow of his love
To this man
This beautiful man
Who is not without faults
Who is not without pain
Yet is filled to overflowing
With love
I thank him
For the reminder
That I can be filled with love
That I can be love
Without first making myself
Perfect
Because I have been
Before
Because in this moment
I am again
I lingered there
For humble light
And crescent moon uncloaked
The sun now bedded for the night
Its glory past
While beauty lingered still
Now a moment of repose
If only in my mind
The day it lingers too
Then home to bed
Soon lingering in dreams
With that I join the sun
Smoke from distant fires
Mars the clarity of a blue bird day
Find the moment’s beauty
Even the haze cannot mar
While I clear my mind
Of moments past and future
Smoldering there
One breath
Then another
Blow the haze away
I long for this experience of love
Moments of profound beauty
Shared by souls intertwined
In a beauty all their own
This rock-strewn shore
This stoney Isle
This hardened land
Of heartened folk
That no catastrophe can sunder
No hardship wither
Nor keep them from the sea
This place of no small beauty
And gracious souls
Cape Breton
The beauty of an architectural space
That is not improved by the presence of people
Is an expression of the architect’s ego
Rather than the purpose of their efforts