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Poem – The Bridge
Years ago, after the moment passed, one of those life changing decisions that, somewhere inside, I know altered my chemistry, my core and will reside with me the rest of this life, and each that may follow, I said to myself, years from now, will I forgive, regret, or forget? Now I am here today,…
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Poem – Outside of Time
Sands cover the landscape spewing steam. The vast ocean surfaced with the grains I have discarded. Passing through dimensions and space and time. Passing through all matter. I wait here on the rocky shores. The shores of an unnamed planet. What we have spans time. I know beyond what the immediate senses are telling me…
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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…
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Poem – Love
What we have spans time, existing without place, breathing with each ray of light, captured in morning waves.
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Poem – Flight
Against an evening sunset and blue backdrop a pair of ravens circle, descend, and ascend a last time before landing in pine trees beginning to green as the last holds of winter give. Clinging to limbs as the winds arrive in gusts from across the lake they call to others a few trees over and…
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Poem – Calm Waters
April sunrise over the calm water a slow dance of light across the surface. this path now appearing after minutes lost in the subtle voice of nature opens a watery light encased portal that is my chance to leave this world.
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Photos – Winter Seas
The following photos are from different days and times of Lake Superior along the North Shore.
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Poem – Everywhere
The previous day bathed us in winter light as the sea sang us to sleep. Today we slowly become wet snow-people as the storms take over the landscape and we marvel at the beauty everywhere.
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Poem – Fragile Thread
The sunless grey sky releases an afternoon rain pushing leaves beginning to transition to bright yellows and deep reds. Each drop’s ripple in the pond, each leaf that falls through wind and rain a reminder of nature’s course in time and the fragile thread we all cling to.
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Poem – True
I have not been more at peace nor been closer to my true being than our time here, in the wilds of Alaska, surrounded by mountains, glaciers, and each other.