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.
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.
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 […]
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“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 […]
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“I have been here before.” A distant memory surfaces detached from the here and now I fail to place when and where. Uncertain I have become of my place in the physical world bound by rules and limitations choking and smothering the spirit. That sunrise knows no bounds stretching beyond what I can see and […]
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I lost my breath in the empty field. Lost in the blinding snow. Thrown over the mountain tops. In the silence I heard winter’s song. I ran across the iced field in near darkness my bare feet light and swift as I cast no shadow and left no trace. I ran across the iced field […]
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