Face east in the morning.
Bow in supplication.
Give thanks for the day.
Set about doing the good work you need to do.
Play.
Rest.
Face east in the morning. . . .
Posts Tagged ‘life’
Life cycle
Posted in Summer, tagged bow, contemplation, cycle, face east, give thanks, good work, life, photography, play, writing on July 20, 2012| 9 Comments »
Sunshine and shadows
Posted in Summer, tagged acceptance, contemplation, life, mark of character, photography, regret, shadows, sunshine, wide open, writing on July 16, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Throw yourself wide open to all life has to offer.
Allow the sunshine to soak in,
use the shadows as marks of character.
Look ahead with acceptance,
look back without regret.
The end of the sky
Posted in Winter, tagged contemplation, grand scheme of things, inherent beauty, life, photography, sky, water, what truly counts, writing on January 11, 2012| 2 Comments »
Where does the sky end and the water begin?
Where does our life fit into the grand scheme of things?
Do the details matter or is the inherent beauty of what lies before us,
incomprehensible or not, what truly counts?
Elegant surrender
Posted in Winter, tagged active and elegant, conformity, contemplation, current regime, greater forces, life, peace, photography, rise above, surrender, writing on January 2, 2012| 1 Comment »
Is it conformity if you are pushed, shoved and bent to the ground
with the others around you by greater forces in your life?
If your surrender is active and elegant,
can there be peace in knowing you will
one day rise above the current regime?
The Horizon
Posted in Summer, tagged beauty, contemplation, goals, horizon, life on August 24, 2011| 1 Comment »
A vibrant sunset across an arching horizon isn’t always the point of interest
in a picturesque scene; just like distant, glorious goals shouldn’t always
take precedence in your life. The random details right in front of you
day after day hold their own indisputable beauty.
Day’s end
Posted in Summer, tagged dance, existence, ferns, hug, life, tender moment on August 19, 2011| 2 Comments »
A tender moment. Two ferns emerge from the crowd to lean on one another at the end of a day in the forest. There have been no fires, no tramplings, no disease, no one has been consumed in the hardscrabble existence that is life. While some plants dance in exaltation at this time, others simply hug.
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