Ideas give way to feeling,
feeling to the essential –
the mystery of a moon lit tide,
the rise and fall of life in trees.
Jupiter’s pass through winter’s sky;
endless beauty and the sharp edge
where we dwell, angels yet not.
Sun streams across the ocean
everything lifts in thanks,
the oldest ceremony the simplest –
God the feeling of being alive.
. . and how precious it is to be so alive with feelings that constantly call us to deepen, ripen, reveal, release, God’s wonder and Joy!
The oldest ceremony is feeling alive… I love it! Here’s to timeless ceremonies!
yes again to your knowing words.
“the feeling of being alive,” Always has been enough, hasn’t it?
This is what, in my view, makes life worth living…and you have
described the feeling very poignantly, my friend
Thank you Don for reminding me……..
I’ve been watching the Ken Burns series on our National Parks… your Spirit has captured the essence of Creation as beautifully as our National Parks inspire my Joy in being alive. Thanks, Don.
death visits in a myriad forms, the most familiar to us being the end of one’s life–even though it visits only once. but there are many welcome deaths to be acknowledged once fear lets go to an ode to the joy of feeling alive! thank you, Don, for bringing Light to bear…
Love the feeling uplift in this poem. There’s a spiral upward to it that takes me up with it. A wonderful celebration and acknowledgement of being present.
Such a wonderous gift, the dance, your voice a reminder of the unspeakable. Thanks Brother, Coyos,
Leaving space to cut to the essential is a gate, and your poems create that space for the reader. With you in the ceremony Don!
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feeling the images you write feels like the pulse of life, on the precipice, taking it all in, knowing in the moment the timeless place is the best place to take it all in from…
Don , You are the Greatest !