it is as if I am suspended in silence the serenity cradling me and it's the torrent carrying me and its currents like the kiss of the first rays of the sun on the drops of dew gathering on the tips and surfaces of Nature's Beauty that moment it is it is it is as if I am suspended in silence Serenity prattling me and it's the tour and Karen me and it's Clarence like the kiss of the first rays of the Sun on the drops of dew gathering on the tips and surfaces of Nature's Beauty it is as if I'm suspended in silence the serenity rattling me image that orange caring me and its currents like to kiss of the first rays of the Sun on the drops of Dew
it is as if I'm suspended in silence
the serenity craddling me amidst a torrent carrying me in its current
like the kiss of the first rays of the Sun
like the drops of dew Gathering on the tips and surfaces of Nature's Beauty
that moment of breath, what timelessness seems to hold before a new day
Watching the tides caress the curves of carved shores.
The marsh grass swaying in the encore of its own celebration.
The lights of the sky reflected on waters dancing surface.
The calls of beings of flight accompanying, conducting the concert of the species bound to earth.
The rustling of the leaves varying in pitch dependent on the height and structure of the trees.
Singing a song of the rain to come
Of the gratitude for the day and the joy for another to tread its way.
Lured to sink into the rhythm of natures present.
Like the water rising and falling. forming clouds to feed in rain, springs, streams and oceans, the nature which allows us, conscience and devotion, confidence seeing through wisdoms eye, that everything must be born and everything must die.
In nature, weather sitting on my birthday by a little seasonal creek in my backyard under a plum tree, or climbing over hills and into trees, painting to the earths beat, resonating on the polarities of life. With art and living creating the journey the heart has seen and sees.
My soul is moved by the opportunity to be and to be able to speak, through having come close to loosing my own life and seeing the greatest individuals one encounters depart from us to soon.
just breathing in the pure gratitude for being given existence. Thinking of the ephemerality and yet the permanence of life. The moments lived and the awe at the moments to be lived. All of them are informed by the essence of the shared we carry and with which we continue to inform.
Honoring and honored by you Denali, by you Jonathan, by you Nigel, three souls, three friends, three mentors which have left. I am in wonderment of the crests and valleys, the joy and the despair we are tossed into, torn open to learn to...