Layers deep
To promising light
From a ledge of darkness
Valleys and passes
Stand between
Despair and possibility
Tag: Rishikesh
Magic ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #311
Magic is a child
This unknown girl
Who casts upon
My weary soul
Unfettered glee
The guileless love
Which is delight
In briefest moment
Such sweet respite
From adult cares
Her master class
In living well
Dawn comes
The dawn came
Though the clouds were thick
And not much light
With little hint of the sun
Though the clouds were thick
And not much light
With little hint of the sun
But the long night had broken
People woke from deep slumber
Able to find their way
Even before the morning fog cleared
The darkness
Became day
The grimness
Became hope
Gratitude ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #150
The sun rises into a cloud-softened sky
Gentle foothills roll lazily to a distant horizon
A solo journey through an ungentle darkness ends
As I arrive in the light I realize
I am no longer alone, was never really alone
That no one arrives in such light
Entirely alone
Gentle foothills roll lazily to a distant horizon
A solo journey through an ungentle darkness ends
As I arrive in the light I realize
I am no longer alone, was never really alone
That no one arrives in such light
Entirely alone
I am struck by the depth of gratitude
Rising like a sun with my own inner light
For the guidance, support and encouragement
Offered by family and friends and mentors
And the generous kindness of strangers
Who have made of themselves
Friends
I stand here
In the light
With my platoon
Ready to take on
Anything
Thank You
Simplest Lines
I love to find
The simplest lines
In the complexity
Of nature
The simplest lines
In the complexity
Of nature
Though so reduced
In form I find
Her beauty
Undiminished
Pretty Things
A little bit of string
Round and round
The weathered trunk
Such a pretty thing
Round and round
The weathered trunk
Such a pretty thing
I don’t know why it’s there
Not that I really care
It’s warm
There’s sun
That little bit of string
Is just the perfect thing
Devotion
I wonder
Sometimes
At my devotions
Sometimes
At my devotions
Could I have been better
At this or at that
Had I offered more devotion
But of all the this
And all the that
Just two devotions have mattered
And Now This, Live
The revolution will not be televised
But it will be watched
On small screens
Live
Recorded
Streamed
And shared
A million times over
Perhaps, that is a better thing
Finding Presence
There is nothing so grounding
So inspiring to me
Nothing which brings the moment
Into my own presence
Like sunset
So inspiring to me
Nothing which brings the moment
Into my own presence
Like sunset
Except
Perhaps
Sunrise
Ganga Calm
Travelling a land
Of extremes in high contrast
Of crowded bustle
Brown noise and car horns
Confined in concrete chasms
With slivers of sky
Of extremes in high contrast
Of crowded bustle
Brown noise and car horns
Confined in concrete chasms
With slivers of sky
I arrive in Rishikesh
Where the Ganga
Gently exits
The Himalaya
Heave a sigh
Breathe deeply
And collect myself
On the riverbank
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