Mountains and Ice

Tag: being

  • Poem – Beyond Control

    I move across the empty fields toward the tree line and pause. There are shadows and things unseen at work as the sky bends to will of the forest. There is an energy flow through everything and if I clear my mind I see ten thousand beings and the light they cast down the path.

  • Poem – Across The Sea

    Across the black sea I see nothing with these eyes and I stand here not as I see myself and not as I desire to be but as the being accepted by the water. Across the see littered with fragments I am but a whisper cast from mountain tops. I hope with every last shred…

  • Poem – Wonder

    Steeped in the still black waters I see the white petals fall from the empty sky and I wonder with amazement, where do they come from? On my knees I pray not to a named deity but to the infinite canvas filled with stars and planets and know there must be a reason and wonder…

  • Poem – Questions

    “Are you out there beyond the merging of the sky and the sea?” I ask of the ravens atop trees lining the shoreline. I am torn as to my place here when I only have a few fragments left, the rest have scattered, on a journey through the infinite space, speeding toward the beginning or…

  • Poem – Awoke

    I awoke in the spring steeped in memories and lost dreams, standing on the shore of an unnamed lake steeped in golden light. That path I have never left empties into the fields of infinite possibilities and choices and when I am present I see you both hand in hand.

  • Poem – What Remains

    What remains shrouded in smoke behind the veil we created? What is left when the empty field clears and our eyes open? So many questions remain at the end of each day with little reprieve to find the answers. The fires build and we respond or let them burn out with no intervention. I return…

  • Poem – I see the Lantern Everywhere

    I see the lantern everywhere and in my sleep as recurring dreams have brought with them a place in the empty field filled with light and hope. In my weakened state I cling to this vision as the hours and days pass and there is seemingly no end in sight. I cling to a vision…

  • Poem – A Natural State

    Guided by instincts pushed aside by life’s demands to survive each day we quickly find our place steeped in wood, water, sand, and the sun. As the morning rises from the sea’s depths we close our eyes and feel each ray of light and the warmth of our creator.

  • Poem – Into the Sun

    I awoke that missing day disconnected and lost from what I thought I was and who I wanted to be so I searched around the room and climbed out the window and walked down the only road into the sun. Where the road ended and the forest began the trees moved to the silent wind…

  • Victoria Woollaston @ in5d.com – Quantum Physics – Death Is An Illusion

  • The Light Settling in the Woods

      Old growth trees line a worn path cut from loggers decades before. The floor is covered with fallen needles and moss. A single white birch exists within the pine trees and glows no matter the time of day. Red squirrels run up tree trunks and jump to the next branch. If this is a…

  • Dogs of Summer #2

    On a somewhat grey and dreary day we headed north to the fields and trails near the Wild River, the St. Croix. Alone on sandy trails well suited for horses, we circled the empty field through the forest and made our way to the river. Beneath the grey sky, we felt the presence of life,…

  • Poem – Where the Color Comes From

    The lonely path tunneled through the daily routine and expectations. The tunnel became your gateway and hiding place, a retreat when life became too real, a distraction. Did you ever see the colors of the sunset? Or even then was the winter sun awash of colors, a gray scale landscape pushing you inward?

  • Poem – Calm

    Time and age conspire with numbers setting expectations. You are only as old as you feel and that depends on the body’s voice. These things are mostly out of our control and in youth we ignore and push limits looking to find something beyond life looking over the edge at the mouth of death. As…

  • Poem – What is this Fire We Walk Within?

    I don’t need words and pages to explain the concept of hell – just being human, just living will teach you invaluable lessons, will drag you through depths testing and defining character while breaking what you thought you know, who you thought you were. Hell is boundless and placeless – stop for a moment while…