Tag: origin

  • Winter Grass and Wind

    Winter Grass and Wind

    The winter grass and wind sings her song. Ravens join the chorus. Returning to roots and origin. Lulled to sleep by the natural world.

  • Poem – Christmas Star Dust

    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…

  • Poem – Shadows

    Thoughts and memories buried deep in our minds originating from time so long ago and across vast distances we become lost in the numbers and mathematics, but the light and energy is seared and imprinted like a birthmark of unknown origin. And we may not know or discover this deep knowledge and history until some…

  • Poem – Origins

    I watch an airplane across the evening sky, diminishing light as the sun is leaving. Still trees reach toward the heavens, as blackness envelops the landscape. Layers transform across the spectrum scattering particles reaching these human eyes. What is out there beyond the layers, beyond the limitations of distance and speed? Further I sink into…

  • Poem – Origins Revisited

    Burdened with questions, begging for answers, as a divide grows, we walk through empty fields. Searching the horizon for direction, the shifting sky scatters with each breath and when we listen to the primal unseen screams, we lose ourselves in fear and doubt. Broken and beat down by the present afraid of what the future…

  • Poem – Origins

    In the quiet moments free of our internal conversations and struggles, the world around us opens and we hear a song born beyond our vision, carrying with it memories of the first light, of the origin of ourselves.

  • Poem – Mars

    Random Thoughts of Mars, life, its origination Steeped in science fiction stories and the books of lore. On a peaceful and sunny day, scattered clouds thin I looked at the sky toward things I could not physically see and pictured you, dear Mars. The center of attention. Ancient questions of the human race surface with…