Cracked, clouded, darkened
Brokenness obscuring
Images half formed
Brokenness obscuring
Images half formed
It’s no wonder
The broken me
Lashed out
Tag: life lessons
Illuminated Darkness
Thoughts rattled around
In my own mind
Seeking a truth
My eyes could not see
In my own mind
Seeking a truth
My eyes could not see
Clouded lenses
Light obscured
I close them
Light ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #14
The light may seem dim
And inaccessible
But there is always a path
To take me there
And inaccessible
But there is always a path
To take me there
My eye, right back at me
I give my camera to a young monk
Without words, show him the basics
He steps away
Points my eye right back at me
And snaps a perfect moment
Without words, show him the basics
He steps away
Points my eye right back at me
And snaps a perfect moment
It occurs to me… Sometimes
The best way to see ourselves
Is to hand our vision to someone else
And let them tell us what they see
Understanding Fame
It is said, in China
“If you stand anywhere
In the Middle Kingdom
And turn 180 degrees
You will surely see
Another human being”
“If you stand anywhere
In the Middle Kingdom
And turn 180 degrees
You will surely see
Another human being”
Realms as beautiful as any I could imagine
Travel brings me
To realms as strange
And exquisite
As divine and beautiful
As any I could imagine
Or read about
Or discover
In the photographs of others
To realms as strange
And exquisite
As divine and beautiful
As any I could imagine
Or read about
Or discover
In the photographs of others
So I listen
Some days
There’s just not that much to look at
There’s just not that much to look at
So I listen
I can close my eyes
On any day
And just listen
But I prefer the fog
It is easier
To imagine in darkness
To create a world of light
In my mind
Water, warmth and the company of family and friends
There is something to be said
For calm water and green trees
On a warm summer’s day
Spent with family and friends
For calm water and green trees
On a warm summer’s day
Spent with family and friends
Constant Change
I look over the mound
Of withering sandstone
Seeking frames for textures
Of withering sandstone
Seeking frames for textures
A few grains of sand
Knocked loose by the breeze
Skitter down a miniature ravine
Knocking loose a few more
Along the way
All coming to rest
With so many other grains
Collected in a miniature valley
Slowly filling up
With grains of sand
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