Tag: shadows

  • 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 – Winter Sky

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

  • Poem – Perception and Desire

    The empty field of snow and shadow, a reflection of the desire and intent to start the day new and leave behind the past, build the best path into the future. To become what the mind desires, the field is waiting and as an extension of you and as a plane of existence in universe,…

  • Poem – The Border Kingdom

    (1) We drive the dusty road east from the mountains toward the flat land not divulging any secrets from this distance. Still morning the intense sun withers fallen vegetation and quickly dissipates dew clinging to cactus needles. We have not spoken since the pass where we studied the horizon surveying what we left behind and…

  • 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 – Home

    Home is that place with the open gate and the familiar road lined with tree shadows and silence of a full heart and a clear mind.

  • Poem – In the Shadows

    In the shadows there is a path there is hope if that is what we choose to see.

  • Poem – Through the Shadows

    I walk through the shadows closing the path. The silence consumes reason, replaced with fear and awareness. I walk through the shadows as a visitor seeking nothing more than solitude and the desire to fall within my thoughts until they are scattered into the forest and consumed by these shadows. I walk through the shadows…

  • Poem – Caretakers

    A simple breath and idle hands as we watch the sun filter through the silent forest – we are guests here, just caretakers of the land.

  • Poem – I am Out There

    (1) Frequent glimpses of moving shadows and white figures. (2) One last time I enter the cold darkness and find a mass near the bushes, but this object reflects nor consumes light and I immediately feel a connection and cry when I know this is my shadow. (3) A view across the expanse of empty…