Category Archives: Landscape

Visit your most sacred, hallowed grounds.

Profound lessons are to be had in our cemeteries.

Deep thoughts of divinity, hardship and our roots.

These places we ignore usually, leaving them untouched and slightly kept after.

Go there and also witness the abundance of animal life.

Listen to the birds, bugs and hundred year old trees sing.

They thrive on the land that holds our ancestors.

We walk the Earth in peace and joy.

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As I walked the hallowed ground I came upon a “butt-tree.”  It had long cheeks and about head height there was a hollow with green leaves inside. As I looked in, I saw the leaves twitch and heard a rustling. Startled, I jumped back and then laughed at myself. I found a nearby seed pod full of uneaten, red berries and tucked it lightly into the nest’s doorway. My work was done.

 

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Be well, friends.

– Mark Weathers – October 2014

Pretend the woods, are an art gallery

force your own perspective to change
grab control of your own thoughts
for just a second
guide yourself
down
up
see the canopy
let the light come down to you
hear the hustle and bustle of life
watch the art
listen to its message
it’s whispering something
what did it tell you?
what will you take away?
how has it made you grow?

You are here. Here is art.
You are here. Here is art.

Splish splash I was sleeping forever

Underwater,
outer-space,
pressure builds and
you will succumb.

Give into the pace,
Yes, breathe in-hale,
out it goes, down stream
with the flow, so it wants to go

And you will,
you have,
you are
and always will
until you wake up again.

You’ll make a splash this time
your ripples will make great waves
and others will bob up and down
with our flow.
it is ancient.
until you wake up again

From the depths of time
the cold dark nothing
a seed of life
and a safe harbor
with still waters
reflecting your eye.

-markwAug12

 

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and be well.

 

It is what you make it

It is what you make it and it is made out of mud.
Spreading wings and setting suns.
Flying dreams and lucid self-awareness,
just keep going down that path.
Don’t the let the spider webs stop you.
Keep going still, keep on keepin’ on.
You’ll get there and when you do,
Jump right down into it.
Get a little dirty.
Go for broke.
Got what you came for?
Build your momentum and fling yourself back out.
Life is worth exploring.
You never know what you’ll find.

-MarkW-Aug2014-

 

it is stump ever you meow it to be - Aug 2014
it is stump ever you meow it to be – Aug 2014

 

The past gives us gifts and never really leaves us.  There is only the now, be happy.  😀

 

why do we fall, bruce?

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“…so we can learn to pick ourselves up.” – Alfred

( http://www.goodreads.com/quotes/391005-why-do-we-fall-so-we-can-learn-to-pick )

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Even the flowers fall, down with the sunlit leaves and debris.

From the nurturing soil, toward the nurturing sun,

We get past the fallen trees and tragically beautiful flowers by growing up and over them.  They will nurture us all for generations yet to come.  Even though we become separated we still hold each other in our hearts.  The separation is an illusion.  Just listen.

What do the voices of your dearly departed say to you?  Who are the separated that encourage you to grow and become more of yourself?  What long dead voices still ring true for you?  What soil nurtures your roots?  Where are you getting your brilliant sunlight?  Where do you get your regular water?

Food and drink, for thought and nutrition, eat well and be well.

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another day fights the dusk

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rain drain graphite definite – 7/26/14

The room grows dark,

dreamy light drains away and the impending tone is set.

In stone they write stories

in graves they write wars, gods fall to temper blades

history is splashed with more tears, marring the old words.

Lightning strikes as blind eyes in the sky’s scrapers

look down on the canopy tops at the receding hair line

sign the red dotted line, no cutting back

forever forsaken forgotten intricacies

lost jungles, darkness creeps

in broad daylight, with hidden eyes

plotting, afraid, desperate, alive

with mythic fangs, leaves remains

waiting for the chance

it will perish but it knows

it never ends.

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