such a vibrant swirl
in its wake
such a vibrant swirl
in its wake
Weekly Photo Challenge
On the rural route up to the mountains there’s much to see. Horses grazing in fields, and farm houses with red barns and silohs. It’s really like driving through a postcard setting. I’ve seen crows on the side of the road picking at a carcass, and a majestic eagle soar from it high perch keeping an eye on them. But, I’ve yet to see a snow owl. Their domain is the dark of night, while the earth sleeps under a blanket of snow. Though I’ve not seen them, they might have seen me. When the snow on the ground makes light the night. And I slip out onto the porch into the arms of the night. So, I wait for that someday when I get to experience seeing or hearing a snow owl. Till then they live in my imagination.
a hoot here, then there
in the shadows of the moon –
snow owl’s made a match
Fukuroo–Who? Who? Who? dVerse Haibun Monday
It has been a strange eight days mired in joy, anxiety, stress and sadness.
Two home-goings, one way before his time. An ambitious young man, twenty two years old, on a new journey to law school. Now, a journey diverted, a soul called home. Leaving a mother grief stricken and numb.
The other, of her time. She had lived some life.
In between these, was a wedding in a most peaceful setting in the mountains. This odd mix of joy and sorrow came in threes.
short goodbyes –
lurking in cool air
Arise! Spring has sprung
Mountain creek is holding court
A roaring spring melt
For Carpe Diem Haiku
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O slumbering one, the beloved has arrived, arise!
Brush off the dust of sleep and self, arise!
Behold the good will has arrived,
Come not before him with tears, arise!
The mender of concerns has come to you,
O heavy-hearted one, arise!
O one afflicted by separation,
Behold the good tidings of the beloved’s union, arise!
O you withered by autumn,
Now spring has come, arise!
Behold the New Year brings a fresh life,
O withered corps of yesteryear, up from your tomb, arise!
© Tahirih (Tr. Farzaneh Milani)
my inner voice
like remnants of an echo
thrives in true silence
in the peaceful scenes
of the mountains silence reigns
and the wind in trees bring me
to a place of true silence
For Carpe Diem Namasté The Spiritual Way #5 self consciousness
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in the middle of the field
a playground for the wind
deep silence of no where
“…There is a silence where hath been no sound,
There is a silence where no sound may be,
In the cold grave—under the deep deep sea,
Or in the wide desert where no life is found,
Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound;
No voice is hush’d—no life treads silently,
But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free,
That never spoke, over the idle ground:
But in green ruins, in the desolate walls
Of antique palaces, where Man hath been,
Though the dun fox, or wild hyena, calls,
And owls, that flit continually between,
Shriek to the echo, and the low winds moan,
There the true Silence is, self-conscious and alone. …”
(c) Thomas Hood
Taken in the mountains yesterday.
up in the mountains
immersed in hues of autumn –
drizzle of colors
My first time participating in
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Carpe Diem Time Glass #34, “juxtaposition”
nude bathing in the
mountain creek ‘s icy swim hole
three degree days
at the nude beach
the heat is overwhelming –
longing for the coolness
high up in the mountains
reflects the sunlight –
I dream of a nude beach
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