The world teems with life.
The great to the small –
blade of grass
bends in the embrace
of day’s only eye
which made the world bloom
as the seed that remains.
Sometimes I hate awareness, like when I can feel my hair growing. Or look at the news and see all that bullshit out there. Fuck it, it's just a bunch of monkeys fucking around, I'll just stay out of their way and go camping.
Lovely poem, beautiful photos!Made me smile.
..... and that seed that remains is wrapped in earth's promise, enacting a great faith by its very presence;.....fountain touched by sun and pouring forth, sentinel to the rosesshades and hues of opennesshopper-- thank you for these images and words; I have realized over many months of visiting your blog that watching is a respectful form of witnessing-- as are your words and images.Hope
lovely jp :)my good wishes with you this week
i especially love the lively photos of the roses, like i can feel myself touching them or see them dancing with the breeze
AwarenessIs the keyWithout itThere is nothing else
Why the gravestone? RIP awareness?
Awareness of the rose, as we pass by, hundreds of times. One morning I bend and let the smell charm me..Hope you are well and aware and with plenty of light and energy,loveAndrea
Yep,I it is another good correlation of excellent photos with a great deep thought poem. I really like the fountain.
Been thinking of you and your poetry...
lovely...this reminded me of a beautiful scence i witnessed years ago on a rainy day... i was just sitting there watching how a blade of grass was repeatedly bending with the strokes of raindrops... and at the same time shining more and more with life... and becoming aware how we were like that blade of grass...
Hellooooo out there!!!
Are you still with us?
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