Tag: sun
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Poem – Storms
The godless faces of clouds move storms forward with voiceless commands. Building from the horizon they float in the boundless sky, scattering light and color until the sun sets and free of its binding energy they swallow what is left and overtake trees and shadows.
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Poem – When the Tree Speaks My Name
Weeks have passed since my last visit. Jack pine needles blanket the pole barn’s roof a painting of solid green and brown slivers. The front porch is covered with maple and oak leaves, spider webs and left-over wood that was cut for fires. What used to be a driveway is now in the beginning stages…
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Poem – I Touched the Sun
The other morning I touched the sun newly risen each ray spread into the valley creates the shadows that move. It did not burn, my skin did not singe, I touched the sun.
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Poem – Color and Sound
The last orange highlights sink into the horizon. Thin grey clouds float across light blue sky. Red-winged blackbirds continue conversations. Across the fields and wetlands lawn-mowers cut through deep green grass. The calendar tells me it is June and with eyes closed I hear summer but this evening has settled for October.
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Alaska – Featured on Hopper
Somehow a poem and photo from Alaska that I took last year ended up on Hopper. http://www.hopper.com/activity/I1DU/1Vtk/matanuska-glacier-alaska
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Poem – Absentia #1
Absent of light the earth gathers itself reaching out to dark corners and pulling back that which strayed. Before light returns she counts each being and sighs before it begins again.
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Poem – Home
To mom and pops Light edges across the roof giving rise to my shadow. With eyes closed I know it is there, I know I am home. I left 20 years ago trying to find my way to make my own life and path. Travelling to other countries finding my heart in Alaska but I…
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Poem – Stars
As evening settles in I wait for Leroy as she watches the tree line. I feel we are not alone beneath the clear sky, free of the sun. The black water flips the sky and transposes the sublime night-time patterns. I become transfixed on one particular yellowish dot and after looking away I no longer…
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Morning Thoughts
Each room flooded with light. The floor is warm and fuzzy and in the middle the puppy sleeps. I watch ducks and geese land with grace and belly-flops into the pond and squirrels stretch their winter legs. I still last evening’s sunset and today I feel alive.
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Poem – Morning Light
There is the perfect moment – birds sing, the wind circles the body, dogs lay and sniff the air, ravens and ducks land on rooftops and trees, prairie grass crackles – when burdens fall away with no effort. Briefly what followed leaves – I become aware of this too quickly and everything tumbles back but…
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May 2014 Issue of Shambhala Sun
Just read three wonderful articles in the latest issue of Shambhala Sun that I wanted to share. Going Full Superman, by Koun Franz A look at superheroes and the most important trait they can teach us: selflessness. The Dharma of Distraction, by Judy Lief Why do we allow ourselves to be distracted? Are we afraid…
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Essay – Guides and Turning Points
How did I get here? An important question I throw into the air while reading, writing, and drinking coffee on a cold morning with early sunlight across the fields. In this current state of being, I awoke a few years ago after sleep walking through most of my life and leaving my path up to…
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Poem – As Years Pass
A quiet moment as the sun sets. Fields emerging from thinning snow. What is distant is near – train horn and coyotes cause us to look over tree tops into the horizon. Logically I know the concept of time, a forward motion from here to there, from present to future – a progression – time…
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Good Morning Venus
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Poem – Untitled
Sometimes word just get in the way of the image. The image speaks everything we want to say and everything we are afraid to say, and everything we are unable to say.