I speak to you in the gray dawn
knowing you here in the quiet,
there in the cold morning air;
between you and I
only this moment
of sacred space.
Path of the immortal,
pulsing with energy
recreating the ancient shore
here and now.
Ancient Shore
And… I hear you ~ ~ ~
Brother. Richly pregnant with the energy the “Old” heart that is always with us and always moving us into the mystery.You channeled one of your best ones. Thank you.
Beautiful threshold energy, Don — here and there, here and now, between you and I. Shore dividing, and joining.
Great one Don – only in the silence on the edge of our souls ear!
In that moment of sacred space, miracles occur and life is sourced.
I appear from the silent wood, in gratitutude.
together we walk the Path of the Immortal – pulsing with energy – it is a good walk, Don
Don, wonderful poem conveyed aptly by the photo. I am in that ancient shore as we speak the land of India where everything is seen and felt as sacred. The veil is very thin here as it is your writing.
With you on the path of the immortal………..joy!!!!
I loved the depth of this one. Thanks Don
Hi!
Nice poem… But stealing photos is against the law, as I’m sure you know. And posting another photographers pictures without even mentioning their name is just rude. (and illegal…)
My apologies Mia. The photograph had your attribution imprinted so I thought that was sufficient. I’ve added an attribution below the photo now. I will delete the photo if that is your wish. Just let me know.