Presence
Is not a measure of
Proximity
Is not a measure of
Proximity
Love
Is not limited in quantity or quality by
Time or space
Tag: Pacific Coast Highway
Beckoning
The sea comes, reaching for me
Not alone with foamy wave
Not alone with foamy wave
But feel the beckoning
Which stirs my being
As if ’twas yesterday
Ancestral tribes departed her for land
Taps
Subdued
Somnolent sun descends
Asleep before the pillow
Deep sepia blankets
Nightlight on
Sweet dreams
Somnolent sun descends
Asleep before the pillow
Deep sepia blankets
Nightlight on
Sweet dreams
Marking Her Presence
In the grand moments
Of golden glories
It is easy to miss
The subtler wonders
Like a small ship
Making her way
Across the gleaming sea
Marking her presence
In the vastness
Of golden glories
It is easy to miss
The subtler wonders
Like a small ship
Making her way
Across the gleaming sea
Marking her presence
In the vastness
Corona
I watch them
Photograph them
And the vast world
Beyond us all
Which makes us all seem
Such little things
Photograph them
And the vast world
Beyond us all
Which makes us all seem
Such little things
I watch them
And wonder if they notice me
Or if I’d remember them
Without this photograph
Each of us in our discrete worlds
Beyond each other
I watch them
And know we’re all connected
Not just in that spiritual sense
But in the sense that one small event
In a place far far away
Can touch us all
Awe ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #224
Ageless roil
Tide incoming
Hardened shore
Tide incoming
Hardened shore
I trundle along the escarpment
Of this thin edge of immensity
Immersed in the awe
Of all that I do not yet know
And the greater mystery
Of all that I will never know
Thus is the curse
And the beauty
Of consciousness
Point ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #215
The edge of earth
Harassed by sea
A shield of stone
Protects the land
And the people in its lee
Harassed by sea
A shield of stone
Protects the land
And the people in its lee
The Universe in a Single Breath
Sometimes I feel
Like the universe swallowed me whole
Without even the discomfort of a burp
Like the universe swallowed me whole
Without even the discomfort of a burp
So I close my eyes
Breathe in deep
Until all that is fills me up
The sky; the sea; the land
The sky
like a distant hope
The sea
is my rolling pain
The land
oh, it anchors soul
And I
hold the sky
Let the pain
roll away
Heel to land
find my soul
