A sprig of green
On concrete sky
The world we make
Makes nature sigh
On concrete sky
The world we make
Makes nature sigh
Tag: postaday
Pics or it didn’t happen
Pics or it didn’t happen
But I was so busy
But I was so busy
Photographing
Instagramming
Facebooking
Snapchatting
Wordpressing
Tweeting
It happened
But I wasn’t there
Beautiful Presence
I am never more beautiful
In countenance
In presence
In spirit
In countenance
In presence
In spirit
Than when my mind is quiet
Connected to all things
At peace with myself
And the moment, just as it is
Called
The road goes on ahead
Down, down, down
Into the smokey valley
Down, down, down
Into the smokey valley
But I would stay here
Above the floor
Above the fray
In the unfettered sun
Where the mountain breeze
Clears the air, so pure
If not for the call
And the necessity
For the work
Daybreak
Gently
I enter the day
Warming slowly
To the light
The birdsong
The clackety rumbling
Of footfalls and engines
Outside the window
As existence draws me back
Into being
I enter the day
Warming slowly
To the light
The birdsong
The clackety rumbling
Of footfalls and engines
Outside the window
As existence draws me back
Into being
Though, really
I could do with a few more hours
Of non-being
Moments ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #130
There is a moment
A moment before
A moment after
A moment before
A moment after
Each with their own tenor
Their own flavour
Their own meaning
There is the overall
The changing times
The recollected meaning
Of a moment
Made up of moments
All part of another
Moment
The Holy Ganga
There are waters in this world
I would not so much
As dip a toe in
I am thinking
I would not so much
As dip a toe in
I am thinking
As a mother purifies herself
In the waters of the holy Ganga
While her daughters prepare
To leap in, yet again
Kites in the Twilight
A story told
In every land
Come twilight
In the quiet time
We take repose
In gentle acts
Of little
Or no
Consequence
Though
An unsubtle beauty
In recompense
In every land
Come twilight
In the quiet time
We take repose
In gentle acts
Of little
Or no
Consequence
Though
An unsubtle beauty
In recompense
Astronomical Beauty
Sometimes I wonder
If I have stepped onto another world
If I have stepped onto another world
But…
Could there be another place
In the universe
As beautiful as this one?
Never Night
On a world
Forever bright
Never night
The ever-present suns
Bear down
Hammers on
An anvil
Forever bright
Never night
The ever-present suns
Bear down
Hammers on
An anvil
Blessed shade and gloom
In an existence
Which fears the light
Grateful for each eclipse
Beauty in the shadows
Mystery in the illumined
Too bright for eyes to see
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