Fragile, delicate environs
Worlds unto themselves
Trample or foster?
Pass by or notice?
Step on or elevate?
Tag Archives: light
here’s looking at you
Sometimes you are the universe,
and sometimes the universe is you.
here’s lookin’ at you, kid
Awareness of Opportunity
Re-contextualized, simplified, and illuminated:
When your perspective undergoes a shift,
windows through the darkness may appear.
A way out, a way forward
We are all going to look up
and see the dividing line
It is our choice
to be aware
to be open
to follow our dreams
or not.
Secret gardens hidden fruits
Don’t forget to look down. Stoop down. Look at what you’re about to step on and look over to side at what is not so trodden. What is there?
what magical other place this is? So easily hidden in plain view
And how does this newness you just discovered apply?
How does it affect your imagination and link to your usual perspective?
You fly by, capture a speeding glimpse and are forever changed, if you allow it within yourself. If you are willing to let it open chains of thought, willing to let it somewhere near your heart.
The secrets are there for you to learn and share.
Their rich juices will feed your soul through osmosis.
Here are a few that I’ve found and stolen away…
For a rainy day.
The trees are speaking
What whispers will spill,
from between the cracks in the bark?
What creaks and moans,
bends in the wind,
grows tall in the dirt and snow.
Greetings of fruit to bear
shade from the heat during the Summer months,
shade from the Sun’s far reaching rays.
What ways do you grow?
What fruit do you bear?
Who do you cast a shadow upon,
as the sunlight feeds us all…
living above
Up in the sky
Way over there
Home is where
The heart can fly.
Withering season
Outside, all alone
the wind howls
your bones chill
the sun wanes
and your leaves shrivel up.
This too shall pass
your roots will spread
you come from a long lineage
of hearty survivors
and bigger fish.
Just don’t forget the little fish
long gone food for naught, not you.
Chewed for thought, spit back out
into the exact place that you can take root and grow
mature into your own adulthood
generate your own budding, scatterable
seeds of thought.
mww – 12-05
accidentally stepped on
Oh I’m sorry! I didn’t see you down there,
I must not have been listening out for you. Are you OK?
Pardon me, but what if you accidentally killed something that mattered to you?
maybe you’re just walking down a path, up a hill
and something jumps in your way, underfoot or
in your face.
Now that it’s dead, what do you do?
You made it out alive and you get
to sleep in your bed tonight
Sometimes at the foot of my bed at night I think to myself
Sometimes I declare my motives to myself
Sometimes before I fall asleep, I wake up
and see the light. and then I can’t sleep.
Blessed are the creators
Blessed are the creators, for they shall catch and devour the mature pests.