Standing Still

If only I could fall
Within the depths of this beauty
Robed
In the power of the sun
While the sparks of life
Fire uncontrollably

Water has found its way
Into the ant and spider
Into the lizard and toad
It flows unfettered
And becomes the blood of life

Animals fight for dominance
Striving for tethered immortality
Birds sing and call
The din almost overwhelming
The crush of urgency
Hangs heavy in the air

Standing still in this mayhem
With the understanding
That none of it is without purpose
I am awestruck
By these ancient traditions
That flow in river and vein

Today

Yesterday,
Don’t even get me started.
But today,
Today will be different.

Void of circumstance.
Ignorant of age.
Trite criticisms,
Will fall
Without a sound.

Today,
Belongs to me
And a will,
To see what is beautiful.
And become
A part of that dimension.

Inspired by my WP readings. Thank you all.

In The Middle

We stay close
Bunched up
Grains of sand
On a lonely beach

It drives us mad
This closeness
Transforms us
To lash out
As rattler’s broods

The engine of progress
Its constant drone
Inescapable
Replaces
The music
Of a gentle brook
And the rustling
Of deer moving
Quietly through
Forest’s timberland

So confusing
This voice
That perpetually
Reminds
Of such lovely consciousness
Reminds
Of unknown places
Asking, begging
To be discovered

Diptych – (2) 12″x12″ oils on canvas
I’m sure there are places where the drone of freeways are non-existent.
Where the wind passing through the trees is an event.