Tag Archives: chaos

Giants

I walked in the empty fieldsand fell before the giants. Holding up the winter skytheir gaze met with fear. Laying in the snow and staring at the skyI wonder what being or energy keeps the balance and the motion, the systemand the path moving despite the tremendous odds, changes everywhere, and the chaosas humans continue […]
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If Jackson Pollock was a photographer – #19

I imagine one his photographs might look like this:

Finding a Way

Winter smoke.Silent forest.Nearing nightfall. Chaos present.Walls increasing.Too much. Trapped here.Concrete, glass.Nightfall settling. Clearing mind.Opening mind.Letting go. Eyes closed.Energy arriving.Roots growing. Eyes opened.Path opened.Returning home.

Poem – Christmas Star Dust

Snow lays upon the grassesscattered across the fieldsof peace, hope, and love. I stand here beneath the late December skyfilled with clouds holding the forestand I inhale a moment free of chaos. What this all means finally breaks throughfilling my mind with joy, resolve, and a reminderthat we are all equal, here, and from the […]
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Poem – The Physical Manifestation of the Mind, Part 3

In a deep fog, a wakeful sleep, a field lit by ten-thousand lanterns reflects the chaotic sky passing through different sets of reality, a physical manifestation of the struggle, of the storm taking hold. In this clear moment, a disconnected view of what is true I let go of attachment and emotion and take hold […]
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Poem – Boundaries

In these chaotic times dancing on the edge of belief and moral code, what I see and you see are opposite, conflicting, cast across hardened boundaries fought with might until death. But, light and shadow are caused by the same processes derive from the same energy, are one in the same. Let’s pickup the fragments […]
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Retreat Vignettes – #1

Moments the chaos is held at bay when the pine filled sky sways and the ravens visit and the earth releases its pungent scent.

Poem – Where Chaos is Held at Bay

Moments the chaos is held at bay when the pine filled sky sways and the ravens visit and the earth releases pungency. Each weeks struggle to fit in to complete what is expected to fulfil obligations takes its toll on the mind, the body, further distancing my connection to the forest and each animal, a […]
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Poem – What is Meant to Be

The day’s chaos subsides as the wind carries my worries away and the trees wrap their limbs around me, I close my eyes and the mountains appear. The day’s battle and the outcome set I relinquish the inner turmoil to the stars as I cross tundra and rivers setting up camp at the foot of […]
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If Jackson Pollock was a photographer, #5

I imagine one of his photos would look like this: