Tag: existence

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJun 26, 20225:08 pm

Wispy Skies, Zion National Park, Utah, United States of America

Will of the Wisp

My presence in this moment
Is but a wisp of a cloud
In a windswept sky
A drop of rain
In the eons of torrents
Which gouge a canyon
From a plateau of stone

Try as I might
I cannot grasp
The monumental meaningless
Of my own existence
Leaving me to acknowledge
The incalculable significance
Of drawing a single breath

Here am I
An infinitesimal ephemeral wisp
In the cloud-strewn sky
Of existence
Claiming my glorious place
In the magnificence
As if a passing moment in eternity
Were eternity itself

Poetry by Patrick JenningsFeb 7, 20227:00 am

Cadence ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #301

The world moves
In its own time
And I in mine

A dance
A rhythm

Obstinate
Relentless

Cadence
Unique
To my mind’s
Perceiving

And should I not exist
To observe
As sun surrenders sky
To the stars

Would there be time
At all?

Poetry by Patrick JenningsFeb 6, 20227:20 am

Lost in the Fog

The monuments we erect
To assure ourselves
Of our own greatness

Barely breach
The lowest cloud

Of nature’s modest creation

While the proof
Of our existence

Is a contrail adrift in time
Dissipating in the empty sky
Of infinite space

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJan 19, 20227:00 am

Epiphany, Howe Sound, Sea to Sky Highway, Porteau Cove Provincial Park, British Columbia, Canada

Remembering Epiphany

I squint into the sun
And existence becomes
A blackened vignette
With a sparkling path
Leading directly
To a burst of light
In a cloud-strewn sky

A vision I recognize
From those times of connection
When I was one with everything
And the knowledge of all existence
Seemed not only plausible
But within my grasp

Heady times

And I wonder
Was I mad then to believe
The epiphany was real

Or mad now to have let it slip
From experience
To memory
Now a personal myth

Poetry by Patrick JenningsDec 26, 20214:27 pm

i of the Storm

I come for the storms
To be confronted
By nature
At her extremes

To remind myself
Of things much more
Than my self

In my calm lagoon
Of self import

I am touched

By what others
Might call God

Though I admit
To no more knowledge
Than such is divine

With I
In my little i
Of the storm
That is existence

Poetry by Patrick JenningsOct 24, 202110:38 am

Cradle

Swaddled in silky cloud
Upon a bed of supple grasses and pine

Earth

Cradle of my being

Poetry by Patrick JenningsOct 4, 20217:00 am

Fisheye Sunset, Porteau Cove Provincial Park, Howe Sound, Sea to Sky Highway, British Columbia, Canada

Vulnerable ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #284

Some days the world seems
So very small and I feel
So vulnerable

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJul 5, 20217:00 am

Fall Alder Colors, Porteau Cove, Howe Sound, Sea to Sky Highway, British Columbia, Canada

Leaves ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #277

These leaves may seem
Like a reminder of past glory

These leaves may seem
Like a reminder of future possibility

But the leaves
Are just leaves

All the rest is just stories
I tell myself to make sense

Not of leaves
But of my own existence

Poetry by Patrick JenningsFeb 22, 20219:47 pm

Golden Bowl, Bridge Studios, Vancouver, BC, Canada

Light ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #267

Once the light entered the bowl
Something magical happened
Something I’ll probably
Never fully understand

The light coalesced
Hardened
Formed swirling tendrils
Of incandescence

Well
I understood one thing

Light was alive

No
Not alive

Conscious

And what I was witnessing
Was the comingling
Of unmanifested being
One each to a tendril

Swimming as if a school of fish
In a golden bowl
Struck just the right way
By the sun

And then it was gone
Light
Was merely light
Again

But some trick of the cosmic tail
Had let me in on the secret
Because in an instant
I’d known

Light
Is love
And love
Is light

When we are unmanifested
In this purest spirit form
We know this as surely as
The necessity of a breath

We know it in a way
A brain cannot grok
But our manifest purpose
The meaning of our existence

Is to remember

And for a moment
Looking into a sunlit bowl
I remembered

A glimpse of the unknowable
Out of the corner of my eye

A memory I struggle to keep
Every day

Poetry by Patrick JenningsJan 10, 202111:46 am

Bowen Island Sunset, Howe Sound, Horseshoe Bay, Sea to Sky Highway, British Columbia, Canada copy

The Calm After

Drifting
In a sea of calm
Warm vibrance
Descends on the horizon
Belies the heat
And intensity
Of a glaring sun
Just departed
A star dwindling

For the moment
Only a thin sliver of hope
Graces the sky
Soon enough
The stars
The constellations
The galaxies
As the grand parade
Of existence
Once again
Fills the cosmos