What a surreal day
He thought as he sought a much
More beautiful thought
He thought as he sought a much
More beautiful thought
Tag: United States of America
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
Landscapes
These things we do to landscapes
Of space and time
Of politics and social norms
Of family and friends
The things that stay
But never stay the same
The ephemeral things
Lost and soon forgotten
Nothing ever stays
But change
Which is often the point
Of these things we do to landscapes
Change the landscape
Change each other
Change ourselves
Cloud Cover
The band of ominous cloud
Hovers over the highway
Mile after mile
Hovers over the highway
Mile after mile
An oppressive weight
Waiting to fall
My mood becomes dark as the sky
Until I realize the low grey cover
Provides an atmospheric parasol
A gift to soften harsh desert sun
Diminish the heat of afternoon
An invitation to step out of the car
I breathe deeply in sage-scented air
While my mood becomes effervescent
As sage drifting in the desert breeze
