She came here, beyond the edge, because she was beyond the edge. Here, she could look straight into the tumult, because it was not her tumult, not her upheavals, not her crashing into the walls. It was not her tragedies.
Tag: British Columbia
Storm Season
I’ve got some time off. A lot of time, actually. I’ll spend most of it working on some projects and skiing. But today I drove and ferried out to Vancouver Island’s west coast, where it’s storm season. Big weather and big waves crashing down on rocky shores and wide sandy beaches that go on as far as the eyes can see through all that sea mist. Been out this way a few times before, but never while the Pacific was particularly angry. So, knocking something off the bucket list.
It was dismal grey and a little rainy when I left home, bound for the ferry terminal. A promising start.
Capturing the Finite in Infinity
A shallow lake
A rippled mirror
The forest slumbers
On its bed of rock
Beneath a cloudy blanket
A rippled mirror
The forest slumbers
On its bed of rock
Beneath a cloudy blanket
And I
Might have driven by
Then this moment lost
To the forever
Of infinite unconscious
The Narrowing Road
The path I travel
Narrows in
The valley steepens
Clouds draw low
The road unmapped
The way obscured
Narrows in
The valley steepens
Clouds draw low
The road unmapped
The way obscured
Molten Sky
This molten sky
Enveloping
Sweet nature’s towers
In cloudy flames
Of fiery grey
Which leap and dance
Yet leave no mark
But for the rain
Which splatters me
And like those fires
Burning orange hot
Renews the life
On mountainsides
Then when it’s past
This monochrome
Reveal the sun
To cast its light
On verdant slopes
With cotton peaks
Enveloping
Sweet nature’s towers
In cloudy flames
Of fiery grey
Which leap and dance
Yet leave no mark
But for the rain
Which splatters me
And like those fires
Burning orange hot
Renews the life
On mountainsides
Then when it’s past
This monochrome
Reveal the sun
To cast its light
On verdant slopes
With cotton peaks
Still not Still
A high country road
I stop beside a lake
Find a place which centers the moon
Wait for the headlights on the shore
I stop beside a lake
Find a place which centers the moon
Wait for the headlights on the shore
Click open
Wait (tick tick tick)
Twenty seconds wait
Click closed
Repeat
I watch the universe
In subtle motion
While my camera freezes time
Flood of Truth
It was an open secret
Yearning for its time
To become an open 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
Mystery
Clouded
Occluded
Mysteries
Appeal to me
Occluded
Mysteries
Appeal to me
And I am never sure
Which outcome I prefer
A mystery revealed
Or mystery secure
The Beauty in What Is
I remind myself
Find the beauty in what is
Rather than what I desire
I will always have the beauty of the one
The other is, at best, only fleeting
If it ever comes to exist at all
Find the beauty in what is
Rather than what I desire
I will always have the beauty of the one
The other is, at best, only fleeting
If it ever comes to exist at all
Numbers ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #106
I sometimes count
The empty days
Of my spiritual slumber
But as I look back
Tallying the events
Of my awakening
Each day is filled
With the struggle
For the light
The empty days
Of my spiritual slumber
But as I look back
Tallying the events
Of my awakening
Each day is filled
With the struggle
For the light
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