(internet photo)
Tai Chi papa
unfolds on a riverbank.
Black pants, brown jacket
weathered limbs beneath,
naked grace flows smooth.
River remains calm,
city rush
stalls.
Ancient art
soothes nerves
with raw deliberation.
Category Archives: Inspiration
Elsehul, South Georgia
(personal photographs)
Ancient mariner’s soggy realm
shrouded behind a veil.
Moist sky plunges to sea,
draws back curtain to magic.
Fur seals shimmer among foam waves.
Albatross, prion, starlings, petrels
glide, dive, flit in silence.
Air is alive with movement.
A Right whale arches to the surface,
an elegant waltz across the bay,
returns to the deep
with a coquettish flick of her tail.
Penguins dot steep hillside,
tiny acrobats on a slick slope.
Great bull seals shake shaggy heads,
ripple jello jowls of fur and blubber.
In an instant the sea is angry
splashing colourful gortex,
stinging exposed flesh.
Wind bites,
chases zodiac back to the ship,
protects penguin chicks and seal pups
from prying camera lens.
Fog descends once more.
Hides treasures briefly exposed,
a tease of the glory
of the ancient mariner’s realm.
Vision
(photo credit: personal photo)
I saw with my own eyes
a humpback breach
on cool grey waters. An ice berg floating
in the distance.
I did not need a macro lens shutter burst
to know that I had witnessed
a beautiful spectacle.
I saw with my own eyes
elephant seals jostle and wrestle
like young males flexing their muscles
in a gym.
I did not need to check the angle of the sun
or composition of the image before me
in order to enjoy.
I saw with my own eyes
penguins on a black sand beach.
Fur seals and elephant seals lay in the sun.
I sat on a dirt mound, without a camera lens.
Curious chicks waddled close.
I did not need a view finder
to see herringbone feather patterns
an arm’s length away from me.
I saw with my own eyes
seals leap in the bow waves of our boat.
Somersaults and flips
brought a smile to my face.
I did not need video replay to witness
their fun living in the moment.
I saw with my own eyes.
I heard with my own ears.
I do not need technology to know
life is not meant to be
viewed through a narrow lens.
I want the panorama.
The Pen, My Friend
The pen, my friend, lays quiet.
Aches for my touch.
I ignore it.
Too busy.
I flit here and there,
a gnat disturbing activities
just enough to be annoying
but not enough to make
a lasting difference.
My friend, the pen, waits.
Silent.
Until I have no choice
but to return.
I see her lying there calm and quiet.
I return to unleash chaos.
I splash ink across the page.
I saturate white with explosive ideas.
Thoughts that have been
hibernating, dormant,
hovering on the cusp of awareness,
release.
A frenzy of strokes and letters
circle up and down
until my pen begs to be put down.
It cries to be ignored again
so it can catch its breath,
relax,
dissolve into peace.
Your Mission
Hello All,
Today I want to share a quote that made me smile. Have a great week!
“Here is the test to find whether your mission on earth is finished:
if you are alive, it isn’t.” – Richard Bach
Mahatma Gandhi
Happiness is when what you think,
what you say, and what you do
are in harmony.
Teilhard de Chardin
We are not human beings having a spiritual experience.
We are spiritual beings having a human experience.
Shattered Miracle
Inspiration: V challenge from Jarrod at Haunted Lullaby – use the words “shattered” and “miracle”
Rosary beads fall
shattered prayers on bruised knees
forfeit miracle
Junket
The following poem was inspired by an alliteration challenge shared by Jarrod on Haunted Lullaby.
Magnificent mountain melody,
otherworldly outdoor orchestra.
Rocks raucously rumble round,
sweet sibilant serenade.
Antlers automatically attune.
Turbulent tumbling tympanic trees
wrestle wild white-water.
Bees buzz bristling bears.
Cougar canticle calmly climbs cliffs.
Eagle echoes eerily.
Dancing drumming deer
join jovial jamming junket.
Visceral vibrating vibrato.
Hafiz quote:
“Ever since Bliss heard your name, it has been running
through the streets trying to find you.”
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