Sun burns white hot
Through dissipating fog
Sets wildflowers ablaze
With its morning rays
Sonic beacon rendered mute
Its clarion calls to clarity
Invited cerulean hues
A day begun
In dour temper
Manifests its beauty
Tag: clarity
Roots
Thoughts take root in my mind
Distractions laid upon the clear path
Undermine rhythm and pace
Obscure the way
Stop
Breathe
Let go the thoughts
Let go of thinking
Let go the desire for distraction
Breathe
Let in the clarity of The Way
Breathe
The true path revealed
Breathe
Step
Breathe
Step, step
I cannot think the path into being
I cannot follow what is not already there
Beautiful Blur
Sometimes
It’s a blur
All of it
As if through a window
Stained by fog and rain
It’s a blur
All of it
As if through a window
Stained by fog and rain
A beautiful blur
For which clarity
Is not always
An improvement
Haze ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #179
Through the haze
Of day I peer
Of day I peer
Now what is near
Seems quite clear
But far from here
Is more obscure
Detail lost
Colour sallowed
Though sun breaks through
Its presence mellowed
Yet, still
Clarity
A facebook friend challenged 16 of her friends, including me, to each write down 16 random notes about themselves, post it as a note, then ask 16 of their friends to do the same. A neat challenge.
I didn’t intend to write the following, it’s just what came out. It’s not really what the challenge called for, so I’ll go back and try that one again. But I thought it was worth posting anyway. . .so here it is.
1. There’s a spiritual sensation of connectedness I get from time to time, a few moments in time that feel as though I’m connected to and can sense the existence of all things, an awareness that there is a grand spiritual reality beyond my rational ken that is graspable by my ever developing being.
High Grounding
I climb up
Out of the fog
I see forever
But there is nothing to see
Only the fog
And the road which brought me here
Out of the fog
I see forever
But there is nothing to see
Only the fog
And the road which brought me here
Still, there is the blue sky
And the sun
I bask in its warmth
Smell the grass
Breathe the fragrant air
I remind myself
Fog is ephemeral
And there is always this high ground
Above the fog
Even if I can only reach it
By closing my eyes
And remembering this moment
Light Seeker
Awakening in darkness
I seek the light
I seek the light
Though the intensity
Brings initial pain
Vision soon resolves
Restoring clarity
The Uncluttered I
I miss the desert
Its clarity
Its stillness
Its silent challenge
Its clarity
Its stillness
Its silent challenge
I miss the uncluttered I
Standing alone
In an expanse of sand
Giants ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #108
In this hard-scrabble place
Where little life lives
I walk amongst the lichen and scrub
Like a giant
On giant’s shoulders
All my world
Its worries and attachments
Lie far, far below
Where little life lives
I walk amongst the lichen and scrub
Like a giant
On giant’s shoulders
All my world
Its worries and attachments
Lie far, far below
I linger here
With the sun
My fading friend
As the cool night advances
I am clear and light
As the rarefied air
What the Veil Reveals
I want to know the world
With the clarity and vibrance
Of a postcard
But that is not the world
With the clarity and vibrance
Of a postcard
But that is not the world
I remind myself
The fog sometimes reveals
A scale and depth
Often obscured by detail
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