Even weeds reach for the sky,
as if heaven holds a secret,
as if liberation lies in the stars
and the day’s passage into night
is a promise – I reach for the sky
with my prayers, with my wishes,
am no more enlightened than a weed.
Category: photography
Progress
Man, possessed of mind,
logic driving ambition –
magic overlooked.
(For Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku challenge: Â man & magic)
Chickadee
Black and white flashes
disrupt the tangle of grey –
heart-soaring sweetness.
Tree Spirit
Eyes shut, she speaks to me,
limbs shivering in the cold,
rustles a forgotten melody.
Like a sapling, soul responds,
trembles with anticipation,
reaches for ancient blessing.
Join Me
Do come near,
sit under morning star
Your word has power,
as if a mutual mind
I light emotion –
a soft-eyed me –
and honour evening gift
fill her world
like felt on life.
(More magnetic poetry. Â Join in. Â I’d love to see your creations.)
Wonderland
In Search of Peace
Path to peace is circuitous –
having been modeled unrest,
schooled in denial…
Expectation envisions
a grassy peninsula –
gently rolling greens
and tranquil blue waters –
predictability that lulls
I am accustomed to together –
the perpetual state of empathic
measuring – one’s values aligned
to another’s emotional indicator
Looking outward, I contemplate;
force-feed my innards with fluff
of how-to’s and top ten ways –
nothing that sustains…
It’s dawning now that neither
upbringing, nor expectation,
nor the noise of expert wannabees,
will lead me to the peace I seek.
I turn my attention to nature –
study the steadfast confidence
of the Great Blue wading through
darkened waters, intently aware
Like a feathered shaman, he
mesmerizes me, commands respect,
calms the noise and lifts my soul –
the secret is within, his presence
whispers, and for once, I listen.
(This week, I am focusing on living with intent, specifically interested in the ways in which I invite peace into my life. Â My weekly challenge is open to all.)
Paradise
Winter’s Touch
Fat flakes of snow
fall on my face, my lens,
disrupt focus –
each icy formation
a gentle kiss.
Oh, Winter,
you crafty old man,
winning me over
with the purity of white,
and cold, wet, caresses.
(Sarah S is hosting in the dVerse pub tonight with the prompt: touch. Â Photo taken today on our street.)
Reverence
Natural beautyÂ
stops the heart, disrupts breathing
instills reverence.
(Photograph taken in Arizona at the Bryce Thompson Arboretum State Park last Spring. Â Modified with Befunky.com. Â Submitted here for Manic Mondays 3 way prompt: reverence.)
