Tag: empty fields

  • Poem – Night Becomes the Day

    The empty fields will breath darkness until giving way to the increasing light. What today is hidden in shadows will slowly be revealed. What will you see when the night becomes the day?

  • Poem – The Scorched Field

    Across an empty field scorched with morning light I see shadows dancing along the treeline filling empty spaces. Is this my field? I remember little prior to this moment as winter has settled across the land and in the depth of winter we retreat into the awareness of self. I seek warmth from the shadows…

  • Poem – To the Darkness

    To the darkness that is ever present that is the shadow following each footstep that is the fast moving clouds – I will meet you in the empty fields filled with ten-thousand lanterns and put to rest the game we have been playing for years.

  • Poem – Winter Sky

    The winter sky holds the empty field waiting for the snow shadows to fall with silence and with peace.

  • Poem – Empty

    With an empty mind free of obstructions we can see and hear everything. Each leaf in the tree canopy – each breath across the sea – each grain of sand. Walking across the empty field we hear each foot step and see the wolf before it sees us.

  • Poem – In the Distant Valley

    A wanderer of the frozen lands, I stopped at the edge. A silence wrapped in wind and ice scattered across the valley and we took shelter beneath overhanging rock. In the morning after the fire we hiked 7 days to the distant valley steeped in legends of living spirits and the black wolves guarding the…

  • 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 – Guided By Wolves

    In the last dream of this life I watched the white wolf walk away. In the first dream of the next life I watched the black wolf emerge from still water. With my first step across the empty field I knew I was granted another life, more time complemented with the experiences and another chance…

  • Poem – Possibilities

    The empty field and the distant infinite horizon lay claim to nothing except possibilities. At my feet the path is open and waiting for the first step.

  • Poem – Rebirth

    Poem – Rebirth

    At the top of the mountain beyond the pass I stopped and looked back at the path I wandered and there were no footsteps in the powdered snow. Further beyond the talus and scree the empty field burns and I watch with waning fear as I let go of that previous version of me burning…