I am a tiny fairy among these towering snow covered tree's.
Majestic and strong , the most beautiful beings - just being.
Holding the space .
Showing us the way . . .
This chaotic human race . . .race ,
race not ... and be filled with a grace
that only comes from standing in stillness
that you yourself have made.
Lark
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other doesn't make any sense.
- Rumi
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Magic
As the dawn breaks
I look up from my fire.
Out my window . . . winter's white snow.
She has cast her mountainous cape ~ enveloping all in her wake.
The luminious light of dawn , shimmering on the snow
deeming this magic..
In this stillness , in this pause,
I have been blessed to be among this beauty.
Nothing could be more perfect
than this moment.
Lark
I look up from my fire.
Out my window . . . winter's white snow.
She has cast her mountainous cape ~ enveloping all in her wake.
The luminious light of dawn , shimmering on the snow
deeming this magic..
In this stillness , in this pause,
I have been blessed to be among this beauty.
Nothing could be more perfect
than this moment.
Lark
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Coming into consciousness
Ahhh ... these inland roads I have traveled.
From here to their and back again.
This time with intention , I journey towards my axis ,
seeking even terrain.
The geometry so different now. The dramatic elevation's
seeming to smooth themselve's out, with a gentleness that was not there before.
What a breath of fresh air .
What a relief to not go down those dirty, dusty roads yet again.
I finally know and love this territory.
I have covered it in depth.
It is my claim , my own clandestine map. No one knows it better than me.
And so . . . I will be the conscious keeper of it.
Lark
From here to their and back again.
This time with intention , I journey towards my axis ,
seeking even terrain.
The geometry so different now. The dramatic elevation's
seeming to smooth themselve's out, with a gentleness that was not there before.
What a breath of fresh air .
What a relief to not go down those dirty, dusty roads yet again.
I finally know and love this territory.
I have covered it in depth.
It is my claim , my own clandestine map. No one knows it better than me.
And so . . . I will be the conscious keeper of it.
Lark
A blessing
May you find your truth
and be true
May you find the divine
with in . . .
Shining your light out of the darkness
illuminating the road home .
Lark
and be true
May you find the divine
with in . . .
Shining your light out of the darkness
illuminating the road home .
Lark
Big Sky
I am alone . . . here in the big blue sky.
There is lonliness in this beautiful quite of the day.
I turn my gaze behind me to see a line up of friendly clouds
moving towards me.
I hear the hawk calling out to'' us'' .... out here in the middle of no where.
Reminding me that yes , we are alone , each of us has our own space . . .
but we are all connected to everyone and everything .
If we choose too , we can gaze out beyond our lonliness to see
the whole beautiful picture in this place in this perfect moment of time and space.
Lark
There is lonliness in this beautiful quite of the day.
I turn my gaze behind me to see a line up of friendly clouds
moving towards me.
I hear the hawk calling out to'' us'' .... out here in the middle of no where.
Reminding me that yes , we are alone , each of us has our own space . . .
but we are all connected to everyone and everything .
If we choose too , we can gaze out beyond our lonliness to see
the whole beautiful picture in this place in this perfect moment of time and space.
Lark
Monday, September 24, 2012
The Universe , other wise known as . . . God , Buddha ,etc.
When I stop the chatter.
I see and feel reality all around me.
The tree's.
The sun sparkling on the water .
The wind , rustling the leaves with the smell of the lake on it's breath.
Someone's eyes . . .
A dog 's smile.
Then I feel you . . . coarsing through me.
And nothing else exists.
And nothing else matters.
And it is beautiful !
Lark
I see and feel reality all around me.
The tree's.
The sun sparkling on the water .
The wind , rustling the leaves with the smell of the lake on it's breath.
Someone's eyes . . .
A dog 's smile.
Then I feel you . . . coarsing through me.
And nothing else exists.
And nothing else matters.
And it is beautiful !
Lark
Friday, August 10, 2012
New Equation
He came in on the sagital plane.
At first I didn't see him,my view behind me ,
finishing up the past.
He stood still . . . one moment at a time ,
like a new equation.
It was then that I really saw him.
It was then that I knew I truly loved him.
M'larky / Trish F.
At first I didn't see him,my view behind me ,
finishing up the past.
He stood still . . . one moment at a time ,
like a new equation.
It was then that I really saw him.
It was then that I knew I truly loved him.
M'larky / Trish F.
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