Emerging from the depths,
wrangling free from its grips,
I took the only path I knew,
the only path that still made sense.
Cast from recent dreams
the path wavered and moved
as I passed through,
the grey sky dripped
with bright colors painting
the trees and grasses.
In the fractured sleep of night’s immersed
in dreams based in nothing familiar or known,
one word repeated over and over – direct.
I watched power-less as background images
of tall buildings, lattice, and cross-stitched patterns
rotated and approached my view with ever increasing velocity.
At the end (or beginning) of a tunnel
bathed in wavering light with no sound
a shadow slowly approached.
The sides of the tunnel began to
move and rotate, grey lines
and intricate patterns covered everything.
and I briefly lost sight of the shadow
until something pushed me through
and I landed on the empty fields
near the forest where we first
met in ancient times and you
silently spoke directly to me.
As my years here have grown,
and the world around shrinks,
the uncertainty of time increases,
and if I only learn one thing in this life,
it is this:
Cherish today, the people, animals, trees, right here in your grasp, as tomorrow they may slip away. Tomorrow may arrive, or it may not.
The sunless grey sky
releases an afternoon rain
pushing leaves beginning to transition
to bright yellows and deep reds.
Each drop’s ripple in the pond,
each leaf that falls through wind and rain
a reminder of nature’s course in time
and the fragile thread we all cling to.
When I see the evening sun
gracefully fall into the forest
and the last rays sweep across the sky
I hear the slow progression of cello and violin
as the music makes room in me for these rare
moments and feelings of peace.
I have been down that road
many times in this life
hoping that what is unknown and unseen
would change, a different result would be waiting
but after years of chasing shadows
and fleeing from truths steeped in stars
I found you waiting beneath the setting sun.
Shadows from high-clouds
in the early afternoon
pass over our faces
soaking in the autumn wind.
The black morning hides tall pine trees
rising against the star filled sky.
The silence broken only by the canines response
to the pack of coyotes and their screams.
A heavy mist hugs the wet ground
and stones glistened with the slightest light.
Through the drifting smoke
the scattered sun brings to life the forest
illuminated in halos captured in photos
that will help remember the peace and quiet.
I see a life in the distance
away from here and this moment of loss.
I see a change on the horizon
away from the struggle and terror.
I see above a way forward
through the pathway to the heavens.
Into the rainforest we walk
with soft steps, silent voices, and open hearts.
Morning rain seeps through the tall trees
and the mountain side is shrouded in fog.
Deeper in we cross wooden bridges
over creeks following animal tracks,
we examine stones laced with scars,
and we marvel in being here, part of something larger.
In the afternoon, the sun clears the valley,
glaciers and avalanche debris will appear.
Beyond the fields of flowers
reaching the horizon,
another field exists
reaching beyond the stars.
This home, this planet
floats in the endless
expanse of space though
fields of time and gravity.
We harvest the land
and pull sustenance from the earth,
while we gaze upon the heavens
and the possibility of other life.