Sunlight filters through late summer trees,
the dry earth brown as a doe.
A bird calls in the distance,
the soft buzz of life in the wood
where roots descend to moisture.
Nootka roses glow in green,
seals calf their young
and the earth slow breathes
as the August moon approaches.
There’s haze on the distant mountains
but the sea air is clear, tide ebbing south.
Far away the noise, the hustle,
the need for pace and movement.
What is empty to the hungry is full,
what is silent, rich with knowing.
Nowhere to some, now here to others,
weighted like stone, light as bird wing,
sinking with tree roots deep into the earth.
Don, this poem fills me with the loveliest sense of peace. Thank you.
Now here to thank you.
Rich, warm Mother’s Milk for the soul…
With Gratitude & Blessings, T.
Wonderful images, Don. Thank you.
Presence in the still and silent center of my turning world. Thank you Don.
I love this painting!
As Sun penetrates Earth’s every Kingdom, amidst its lengthy, late-day shadows, longings of human Being may afford sacred space for Peace to Be Still … Hence, graspings of fear-fed taking, and claspings of a self-bred making, can sigh, rest, surrender in pure Receiving of the noblest nature, while blessed Release draws a fresh breath of Welcome to another day, anew …
Don, I am just returning from being outside, feeding the hummingbirds in my backyard. From mid April to mid September I feed them and enjoy their presence. They know me and I sense they are saying to me,”stay awhile and be with us”. So I let go of the next thing on my list and I sit and give thanks to life.
The only place and time that is real….
A wonderful poem Don. Every piece you share with us brings me great joy. Thank you. db
Dear Don. Ken & I both loved this one thx & greetings from us both. Virginia
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