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Coming Winter
COMING WINTER
The rain is steady across the field
And cold lays heavy on the pane
I welcome the turn inward
As fall drifts to winter’s mane
Fires are stoked without
And within a blaze burns, too
A warmth bathes my thoughts
As the blanket wraps the limbs, cocooned
Incubation brings reflection
In the way the clouds mirror on the lake
Real, rich and yet, transparent
To be remembered even as they fade
Gold leaves fall, wet and dark
In the growing wind
So I let my thoughts fall, too
Damp upon the skin
Winter lurks amongst the vines
Of the pumpkin patch, now bare
And I grow empty of a year’s losses
Floating lighter on this eve’s air
The fields are empty of there harvest
Apples are long to their bins
All things must sleep to be fertile
And I am now free to sleep in
Tree Cerub: Photo Poem 11
Sunrise
At first the light is soft
More a grayish change from a deeper night
Then the gray takes shape, as light causes
The bark to darken to the west
I am steady as the trunk
Eyes, too, are soft upon the grain
We are objects in a photographic negative
Gray seems to move into the deepest purple
Red
Almost without my noticing
It is the great prelude
The rich, earthy drumming that heightens
The senses to the light
To come
Orange like fire streaks the trunk
And lifts the eastern bows up into
Arms praising the Sun God
Who has yet to grace the
Horizon
The purple red drifts into the color
Of shadow and now even the
Nightshade is no longer night
I breathe it all into my inner sanctum
Quiet in my meditation
The thunder of the rise a crescendo
Seen only at the pulse
Such be the morning drama of it all
And it would be
Too much
If I were not already weeping
Emotions or A Day at the Beach
Emotions. They are just waves. Like being a little kid at the beach. Those big waves were scary, until you realized no matter now many times they knocked you down, you got back up. And swallowing water didn’t kill you. And after a short bit you realized you could have fun with this. And maybe you started to swim or boogie board and eventually even surf. Your fear is just a fight or flight mechanism to keep you from being eaten by a saber toothed tiger. It’s a good emotion. It’s designed to keep you out of trouble. The feeling isn’t the problem. It’s your brain telling you that you are in danger of being eaten by something. Your job, a lover, financial ruin, global warming, bad breath… Whatever… It’s just your brain spinning a story. The feeling is your tip off you are telling yourself something that is not true. Unless of course you are on a plane about to crash into the ground or, well, there’s a big bear. When you feel strong emotions stop and ask yourself, “What story am I spinning to myself right now? What have I just been thinking about?” Then do yourself a big favor and remind yourself the feeling is just a wave. It won’t last, it won’t kill you and in a moment you are about to stand up and realize you are only in a foot of water.
Security
It takes a lot of courage to release the familiar and seemingly secure, to embrace the new. But there is no real security in what is no longer meaningful. There is more security in the adventurous and exciting, for in movement there is life, and in change there is power. – Alan Cohen
Sacred Geometry: Photo Poem 10
What I love about this piece is its a cesspool. I’m sure the people who saw me crawl down to the sewer drain must have thought me mad, but I love the texture of this. Stone against cement, pouring out water that is so stagnant algae has grown upon the surface. Play with it and arrange the shapes and add color and you suddenly have a piece of sacred geometry that is erupting beautifully out of its history of waste, stagnation and eye sore. To me this is the power of photography and images. We can see beauty in what, at first glance was ugliness. Do this in your environment daily and you have developed a very powerful mindfulness practice. You are engaging in a form of meditation. You are freeing yourself from seeing only the rational world and opening yourself to the drive of creation and life itself. Namaste.










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