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
Tag: existence
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
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
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
A Nearby Star
Perched on a mossy cliffside
Basking in the warmth
Of a nearby star
Basking in the warmth
Of a nearby star
The scents of sea
And conifers
Carried on the breeze
While I
Close my eyes
Breathe in
All of existence
Gathered in a moment
Curvature of the Earth
I remind myself
That this Earth
Is but a small globe
That this Earth
Is but a small globe
Spinning and spinning
In infinite space
And I no more than a mote
A sprinkling of star dust
Coalesced in flesh and bone
Which one day woke up
Asking questions about
The universe and itself
Is there more than that?
I may never know
Perhaps I simply forgot
Emptiness
Of all the hardships
Created by the pandemic
It was the emptiness
Of time and space
Which nearly did him in
Created by the pandemic
It was the emptiness
Of time and space
Which nearly did him in
The connectionless void
In which the bump of elbows
Became an act of intimacy
Which made a smile detectable
Only by a gesture of the eyes
In which the bump of elbows
Became an act of intimacy
Which made a smile detectable
Only by a gesture of the eyes
So he filled the emptiness
With the one thing left to him
With the one thing left to him
Love
Love not for one or many
Nor even for himself
But for the pure delight
Of existence
Nor even for himself
But for the pure delight
Of existence
And that is how he learned
The true nature of
The true nature of
Love
Creating the Divine
The beauty
Of existence
Seems not always
BeautifulI discover the divine
Through smoke haze
Muted tones
And hidden features
Of existence
Seems not always
BeautifulI discover the divine
Through smoke haze
Muted tones
And hidden features
Seek the clarity
Beneath the murk
Colourless moments
Can be vivid
I remind myself
Create the divine
From the apparent
Mundane
Something to Watch Over Us
I am grateful to have learned
Beyond any shadow of a doubt
That something greater than I or any one
Watches over us
Beyond any shadow of a doubt
That something greater than I or any one
Watches over us
That there is a purpose to my being
To my existence
Here in this time and place
That I get more than one shot
At finding that purpose
And bringing it to life
Expanse ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #212
In the high desert
Where the land is wide
And the sky wider
I cross the expanse
On a knife’s edge of asphalt
Buffeted by furious headwinds
Where the land is wide
And the sky wider
I cross the expanse
On a knife’s edge of asphalt
Buffeted by furious headwinds
Inside my little cockpit of calm and warmth
I sing “Wassiye! Wassiye!”
With Habib Koite
A song of mirth and joy and love
Just as is the song within me
As I navigate existence
Across the expanse of being
And all its many storms
Layers of Existence
We live
Within a tapestry
Of universes
Within a tapestry
Of universes
Intertwined
Overlapped
Layer upon layer
Of existence
Simultaneous
Discrete
Yet none
Entirely separate
From the others
A community
A reef
Beneath the ripples
Of time
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