Without black or white
Of greys and muted greens
An uncertain horizon
Haze obscuring
I realize
The beauty that is the world
The perfection that it is to live
Even without clarity
Certainty or conviction
I realize
The beauty that is the world
The perfection that it is to live
Even without clarity
Certainty or conviction
Humans evolved
The mind to identify
The harshest conditions
From I know not where
To I know not where
And none of that matters
Connecting me
To all that is
To all I need
A secret:
The way they dance
Into the day
Lively and so cheerful
The sky breaks through
Promising a better day
Tomorrow
I captured several dozen images from Chesterman Beach, and they have proven a great source of inspiration for poems and stories, a series from which I share five examples here
Then the wave comes
And I wonder anew
At the interplay of moving water and sand
The rivulets and eddies and smaller waves
Each wave believing
It will roll on forever