Mountains and Ice

Tag: light

  • Dogs of Spring #2

    The day after clearing part of the forest, me and the big dog enjoyed a leisurely walk beneath the clear and sunny sky. The early evening when the sun is below the tree-line provides lively shadows and hidden light scattered throughout the space between each tall being.

  • Poem – Pain

    The night falls quickly as the sun escapes the horizon and reaches across the calm sea to the shoreline where a lone figure stands atop boulders. There is no sound and no trees move. In the absolute silence no words are spoken. We can only guess the thoughts, the circumstances that brought this being here,…

  • Poem – Authentic

    I believe who we are when our eyes first open and light through half-drawn blinds washes over our body, we are true, we are authentic and only through the chaos and fray of each day do we become jaded and lose touch with humanity.

  • First Light: The Dark Age of the Universe

    The following video talks about the birth of the universe and the dark ages. http://blip.tv/deep-astronomy/first-light-the-dark-age-of-the-universe-6387036  

  • Poem – Beyond What We Think We See

    The lonely path tunneled through the daily routine and expectations. The tunnel was your gateway and hiding place, a retreat when life became too real, a distraction. Did ever see the colors of the sunset as they appeared over the black waters in the city? I imagine you looking at nothing in particular on the…

  • Poem – Boundaries and Borders That We Find That We Cross

    Standing at the shoreline I awake when the sun peaks over the horizon and the waves crawl across frozen rock and cover my feet. I do not know how long I have been here at this border between the land and the sea. I have vague recollections of why I am here. You see, years…

  • Poem – An Eye Turned Inward

    It is frighteningly easy to give up hope and lose a sense of place and purpose when the earth is scorched and the people are lost. Miles and oceans separate lives, cultures, borders, and tragedies. Arbitrary definitions aim to keep lines drawn and natural tendencies in check, but this only suppresses the internal instincts, the…

  • Poem – Fields (continued as the lantern disappears)

    Fields 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 (1) Shining brilliantly through grey fog hugging the soaked ground the light I cannot see is there in my mind, there in my eyes. Fading snow cover reveals the field I have been searching for the field anchored by one lantern surrounded by ten-thousand trees. “Pick up the lantern…

  • Poem – Fields (continued as the lantern grows brighter)

    Shining brilliantly through grey fog hugging the soaked ground the light I cannot see is there in my mind, there in my eyes. Fading snow cover reveals the field I have been searching for the field anchored by one lantern surrounded by ten-thousand trees. “Pick up the lantern and in the light turn yourself around,…

  • Poem – Fields

    Shining brilliantly through grey fog hugging the soaked ground the light I cannot see is there in my mind, there in my eyes. Fading snow cover reveals the field I have been searching for the field anchored by one lantern surrounded by ten-thousand trees. Pick up the lantern and in the light turn yourself around,…

  • Poem – When Darkness Becomes All That We Know

    Grey infused frozen water consumes the last light before the fields darken. Distant planets follow me from dawn until dusk and a new world emerges where I have become one with beings and energy I do not understand yet make sense at levels I did not know existed. I left my field years before I…

  • Light Collector #1

    The Light Collector, #1.

  • Poem – Through Silence

    Through silence I find the universe’s voice and when balanced it is a reflection of myself. Midnight sky. White dots. So many they blend into a haze across what astronomers measure in parsecs – whatever the official distance or definition I know this – I stand in awe at the heavens, the light, and energy…

  • Poem – Ode to the Moon

    Dear sweet moon – staring at me when I stumble out the door at 4am. Your gaze and presence the cyclops of the morning sky providing a lighted path through the dark tunnels.

  • Thoughts on the Empty Field

    I have written a bit about the concept of an empty field and what this means spiritually, mentally, and physically to myself as a wandering soul, a student of this life struggling to relate and come to terms with previous lives.  The empty field is the essence of the mind and energy transferred to a…