Gather fluttering energy in the tender green season of this new now, like an infant not knowing, not acting, not speaking, pierce through mystery with joy of new eyes Fresh grass bends easily in faint breaths of wind embrace blurred boundaries as transient truths Photo by Mihály Köles courtesy of Unsplash
I saw just a tiny glimmer of awe the rest was on the loose it’s a mystery where the glimmer was from but I have clues to this riddle The middle or even a tiny edge slice is a clue as to what is the whole If I look at the puzzle as if it’s … More Glimmer of Awe
I believe in what I’ll never know Hallelujah If I get lost I’ll walk back to myself Hallelujah May silver threads of rain cleanse my song of Hallelujah May spring sun warm my winter-worn pale face Hallelujah May I live in gratitude forever singing Hallelujah Till dust of my old bones feeds the worms Hallelujah … More Hallelujah
Roots of truth spread through the soil of understanding obscure like subterranean aspen networks during winter quiet Opinions can evolve untroubled by uncertainty, nourished by the mystery of partial knowledge not fed by snap judgments or need for absolute answers but embracing the unanswerable Photo by Doug Duffee courtesy of Unsplash
Summon a muse, but get a witch Who incites havoc in your psyche, Besmirching you with mystic incantations Summon a witch, but get a muse Whose insights of enlightenment Bedazzle you with lyric alchemy Day Thirteen: Write a poem about something mysterious and spooky! Your poem could be about something that is mysterious and … More Summons
Quiet, Ephemeral gifts Unexpected Labyrinth of mystery Miracles Catapulting into joy Inspired by V.J.’s Weekly Challenge to create a poem with a chronological sequence of titles of your work. These titles are from poems posted about a year ago. I included a link to each poem if you are interested. Photo by Nick Owuor … More Blessings from the Universe
Uncertainty is winking within this labyrinth of life mystery interspersed throughout the dead ends of certainty Along the path of not-knowing I am humbled by an unfamiliar joy the taste of ambiguity, the rustling of new perspective devoid of any closure open to an arising of what is My tiny world is athwart to the … More Labyrinth of Mystery
A woman sits alone, a cane her only companion perhaps she is resting her legs a bit before going to market perhaps she is waiting for her lifelong lover to meet her in the gardens perhaps she’s remembering a time long ago when they sat at that place and first kissed perhaps the flowers inspire … More Perhapsing
Three flying saucers hovered in front of the big pine outside the porch. “Come see,” he called. “Stand here.” I did and in embrace, both of us looking outward, three disks of light quivered beyond the glass door, shifting a bit as we turned our heads, fluttering with each shiver of wind. It mattered not to us … More Unexpected Visitors
Does the bumblebee ask why it forages pollen? Does the tulip maple ask why it blooms? Does the moon ask why she conceals her dark side? The answer to every layer of “why?” contains another layer of questions. When I ponder the myriad why’s of my purpose I suspect it’s more than just following laws … More Why’s
Wind Rush 