In the cool calm morning
I relax
Let my thoughts drift
On the clear water
I relax
Let my thoughts drift
On the clear water
They lap lightly
On the shores of consciousness
Tag: living in the moment
Places of Tranquility
There are places
Of peace
Of tranquility
Of peace
Of tranquility
Places where we simply
Are
Places where we simply
Be
Fascinating
How often I find
Places of worship there
Openings in the brick wall of consciousness…
I seek the openings
In the brick wall of my consciousness
In the brick wall of my consciousness
I am not alone on this journey
Many seek the limitations of their world view
Contemplation
I like to just sit
In places of profound beauty
Awed
In places of profound beauty
Awed
Quietly contemplating
Looking out
Into myself
Primordial Sun
There’s something primordial
About an amber sun
Settling in over a sea
Foaming against a rocky shore
About an amber sun
Settling in over a sea
Foaming against a rocky shore
As if you are there, at the dawn of life
Watching nature stir her organics
Casting upon them the spells
Which will make matter sentient
Beginnings and Endings
Sometimes it is difficult to know
A sunrise from a sunset
The coming of the light
From the gathering darkness
There is beauty in both
And what will come
Will come
So best to appreciate the moment
Anywhere in the world
Yes, I have said, many a time
How much I love the desert
And the mountains
On which I bike and ski
How much I love the desert
And the mountains
On which I bike and ski
But… Oh! If I could choose
Choose anywhere in the world
It would be here, I’d live
In that dark house by the sea
I rise
I awaken at dawn
The first hint
Of sun’s rising
The first hint
Of sun’s rising
I rise
Before the sun
Rise to greet a new day
The Seashell Nebula
Continued from An Artistic Encounter With Nature
I return to Chesterman Beach every year now. It always surprises me that the house still isn’t there, that she is nowhere to be seen. I look up from the beach, expecting to see her, there at the top of the rocks, cradling a steaming mug of tea in her hands.
Looking Back
Sometimes when I look back
Even into the gloomiest times
I can still see the beauty
Even into the gloomiest times
I can still see the beauty
But looking deeply into the past
Offers no more clarity
Than looking forward
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