Tag: silence

  • Video: Winter Camping Can Really Suck –– or Not!

    Video: Winter Camping Can Really Suck –– or Not!

    Video with a great message of the importance of being outside, if only to be a spectator.

  • Autumn Thoughts

    Autumn Thoughts

    Speeding through November with December around the corner, a pause is warranted in the daily flow to reflect, to think, to breath. The sun settles into the horizon earlier as darkness consumes more time and the cold encourages us to seek more warmth within ourselves. The day emerges slowly with orange and purple streaks as…

  • Poem – In the Silence

    Poem – In the Silence

    In the stationary silence I seek answers that already lie at me feet. I look for skies that already fill my vision. And I seek truth to my purpose that has played out for hundreds of years. What hands move the pieces in this universe? What hands guide the universes along the surface of the…

  • Poem – Heartbeat

    In the depths of winter, when I stand as one of the white birch when the ravens come to rest atop silent pines and the fields calm I finally know I am alive when I hear my heartbeat.

  • Poem – Winter Sky

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

  • 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 – 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 – What the Fields Hide

    Leaving behind the city we pass the line separating concrete and dirt path. Recent snow has hardened and crunches with each step. I pause and silence myself and hear ravens nearby. I pause and hold my breath and imagine what secrets are beneath the empty field.

  • 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 – Gate

    Passing the building made of stone outlines of people in the windows. Are they watching the patch-robed monk passing by? What experiences brought them here? What truths do they have? When the seasons change for the last time of the present life, experience, truth, non-truth – merge a final push to reach further down the…