He waits
In silent patience
For orders
From the terrace
While a surreptitious lens
Captures his composure
In silent patience
For orders
From the terrace
While a surreptitious lens
Captures his composure
Tag: Morocco
Depth ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #206
I leave the depths unplumbed
Fearful of its denizens
Unaware
All my fears
I carry on my shoulders
A smothering weight
Fearful of its denizens
Unaware
All my fears
I carry on my shoulders
A smothering weight
Take a breath, my son
Take a breath
Sit with the present
What you fear
Is already past
Or has not come
That is all your dour spelunking
Will ever find
So long as you believe
The depths are darkness
Be not your mind
But mindful
Open your heart
For in its depths
Is always light
I leave the depths unplumbed
Take a breath
Quiet my mind
And from the depths rises
The light that is love
Cafes and Conversation
In the heat of the afternoon
Cafes and conversation
The men of the medina
Cling to the shade
While the tourists
Do not
Cafes and conversation
The men of the medina
Cling to the shade
While the tourists
Do not
Joyful Blues
I enter a world
Of delicious azures
Delightful turquoise
And jolly royals
Of delicious azures
Delightful turquoise
And jolly royals
Which gets me
To wondering
How is it thought so awful
To get the blues
Blue on Blue in Blue
Saturated in hues
Blue on blue in blue
Ah, but for the greens
Blue on blue in blue
Ah, but for the greens
Exposed to amber orb unseen
The garden under blue
Beyond crimson weave’s surround of blue
Follow Me
Light filters down
To dim blue depths
Where it pools
In lazy patterns
Upon empty lanes
Marked here and there
With blood red tiles
And doors
While wicker lines the walls
To dim blue depths
Where it pools
In lazy patterns
Upon empty lanes
Marked here and there
With blood red tiles
And doors
While wicker lines the walls
I grab a basket
From a hook
Gather light
From the pools
To carry further
Into navy
And the black
Where deepest shadows lay
There I breathe
In dim recess
The light across
All wavelengths
Equal bright
Spirit-pure the white
With neither heat nor harm
To eyes which can now see
Beyond the self
The wall of me
I spy infinity within
Infinity without
And in between
A single point
Without space
Or time
To count
Not even
Infinitesimal
Amount
Confinement
Bound
In heart and spirit
In heart and spirit
Lost
On a forkless path
Stop
Look for a door
A ladder, a rope
Turn
Seek another path
Upon retraced steps
Wait
For alternatives
To appear
Move
Follow the instinct
Which began this path
Despair
There is no despair
Only tenacity
Shadow Maker
Sometimes the light
Is too bright
Too hot to bear
Is too bright
Too hot to bear
So I shelter
In a shadow
Of my own making
I see this now
Without judgment
The light remains
The shadow is
Temporary
Blue
I get the blues sometimes
Not that there’s anything wrong with that
Blue was my favourite colour as a child
Even now, in the blues, there is a beauty
Not that there’s anything wrong with that
Blue was my favourite colour as a child
Even now, in the blues, there is a beauty
And options
Risk ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #183
Where might have been cacophony
Strokes live within the harmony
Such vital vessel filled
To the edge of overflowing
Yet some subtle restraint
Where plaster once was white
Vibrant colours paint
A whole which comes across
So beautifully
Strokes live within the harmony
Such vital vessel filled
To the edge of overflowing
Yet some subtle restraint
Where plaster once was white
Vibrant colours paint
A whole which comes across
So beautifully
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