Wordless Wednesday
…the sun descending and I, camera ready, braving the weather
…the sun descending and I, camera ready, braving the weather
A merry poem about autumn by Paul Laurence Dunbar. Please enjoy.
...the dragonflies, the damselfly nymphs, I watch them. Praise the ecosystem that exists for me. Praise the Universe for allowing me to be part of this wonderful day. "This is a wonderful day, I have never seen this one before". ~ Maya Angelou
This haiku sequence takes after the passing of the Obon season. Change must come: each turn of the road brings new thoughts and each sunrise fresh emotions ~ Unknown Thanks for reading.
I drank from Gonsalves' Home Verses and now I'm replete with self-pride. Here's the book review of "Even Flowers Know That Water is Useless Without Roots"
I've been busy reading and inhaling Africa like never before and now I want to tell you about it. And if I know you're going where I want to go (as mentioned in the blog) I will be your companion. Please read to the end. xoxo
About that beautiful red flower that looks like a bottlebrush... or, perhaps you like to call it a Kangaroo paw? Lovely!
Winter is a spent, tired old man, that has gone without sleep for a whole season. Then there come a vibrant, radiant Spring; she intoxicates the old man, sends him to sleep with a dream in his heart. And ever so slowly, the enfeebled season slips away peacefully. What we get after that is delicious fecundity of fertility and lush-- in other words, spring. Finally!
There exist no goodbyes, or tears between me and my sea only cosmic see-you-later: Pontic Sea, my shepherd, you guide & renew me through the tempests and help mend my existential crises.
Mother Earth has gone through a few years of convalescing; we've been on the mend from our careless ways as well. But you must agree, this is hardly enough time to heal entirely. The purpose of this short article is twofold; one is to offer you my humble attempt of releasing you from guilt, and the other, to introduce you to a practice called Tikkun Olam. Let's make it Earth Day every day.
What a wonderful world this life is, though brief and transcendental-- Grand. Let's all zoom out, listen and look at ourselves from above — with open senses to the healing rhythm of the life that's exploding around us.
Bare trees wink and murmur sweet poetry to me. Do your remember this one: ... A tree that looks at God all day, And lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in Summer wear A nest of robins in her hair..." Joyce Kilmer.