I lived my life
So very small
Now left to wonder
Shall I shuffle off
Before I ever roared
As so many others
Come and gone
Faintest whispers
On the wind
Tag: United States of America
Scale ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #268
A matter of scale
Not a tree
But a twig
Not a mountain
Nor a mound
But a small deposit
Of mineral Earth
Boiled up from below
Perhaps more beautiful
Than it deserves to be
Like the problems I face
And resolve
Every day
Small deposits
All growing into me
Perhaps more beautiful
Than I deserve to be
Not a tree
But a twig
Not a mountain
Nor a mound
But a small deposit
Of mineral Earth
Boiled up from below
Perhaps more beautiful
Than it deserves to be
Like the problems I face
And resolve
Every day
Small deposits
All growing into me
Perhaps more beautiful
Than I deserve to be
A Beautiful Thought
What a surreal day
He thought as he sought a much
More beautiful thought
He thought as he sought a much
More beautiful thought
The Promise
There is a promise in the road
Not the destination
Every place I may want to go
Is a waypoint
On the way to another place
Neither the journey
What is to be gained
From moving
For the sake of movement
But once the wheels
Begin to roll
Changes begin
The promise manifests
What I see; How I think; Who I am
Future ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #260
Hither I leave
This valley of death
And I will fear no future
This valley of death
And I will fear no future
For I bear not the past
Carry only hope, and my staff
Tenacity
Morning’s Welcome
The sun crests the sea
And in the light I see
The beacon stayed true
To guide us through
The darkling pass
And in the light I see
The beacon stayed true
To guide us through
The darkling pass
We navigated
The long night
To morning’s welcome
This new shore
Beckoning
Patience and Peace
I remind myself
Time and water
Carved this canyon
From solid rock
Time and water
Carved this canyon
From solid rock
Though patience
And softness
Cannot resolve
Every problem
The peace flowing
From their practice
Bears a reward
Of its own
As I watch
The sun set
Upon the stone
The river cut
The Maze
I was already deep inside
And lost
Before I realized it was a
Maze
And lost
Before I realized it was a
Maze
But there are times
Places
To not mind being
Lost
The walls seemed sculpted
Textured
With saturated tones of
Warmth
And so I walked
Aimless
Lost in the beauty of the
Walls
Until suddenly I was
Outside
Safe, yet wanting to go
Back
Sometimes it is
OK
To lose my
Self
Beauty ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #258
There is beauty
In all things
Even death
In all things
Even death
To understand this
Is to master life
To master life
One must master death
