Rain Falls

Posted on April 14, 2015 by Maggie C

It’s two a.m. and the bars have evicted the last of the revelers.
Rain falls onto the deserted street and rolls into the gutter.
In a scant few hours, as passersby begin to stare,
he will pick himself up and move on.

Zen Garden

Posted on April 10, 2015 by Maggie C

Tall vertical stones
with their leaning rock consorts
float within a sea of
white sand and gravel
raked to perfection into
rippling waves in
a contrastingly
calm, even plane.

This little garden,
an oasis of zen energy,
unassuming and nonsanctimonious,
helps keep me afloat
when I find myself
tossed by waves of
undisciplined thought,

reminding me that I - 
like the garden -
am an amalgam,
not of sand and gravel and rock,
but of body, mind and spirit;
and that I, too,
am perfectly patterned
for my own even plane of
unassuming and nonsanctimonious
existence.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Afloat

Haiku Five ~ Sentinel

Posted on April 9, 2015 by Maggie C

trees stand sentinel
safekeeping the barracks of
soldiers long since gone

Wordless Wednesday 4.7.15

Posted on April 8, 2015 by Maggie C

Focus on Blur

Posted on April 3, 2015 by Maggie C

It would appear that –
in this moment –
mindfulness is a prominent focus.

Stop and smell the roses…
live life in the now…

But sometimes
maybe it’s okay to
release the brakes, and
let life come at you
in a glorious full-tilt blur.

Mindfully, of course.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Blur

Ephemeral

Posted on March 28, 2015 by Maggie C

Fleeting seasons turn into fleeting years.
The secret to longevity and contentment
is to make the most of each fleeting moment.

Autumn

Winter

Spring

Summer

Weekly photo challenge: Ephemeral

Daily Triumph

Posted on March 27, 2015 by Maggie C

Triumph - noun
1. the act, fact, or condition of being 
   victorious or triumphant; victory; conquest.
2. a significant success or noteworthy achievement; 
   instance or occasion of victory.

Sometimes a triumph is feted with 
a fanfare of blaring trumpets, 
a clamorous parade, and perhaps 
even a flaunting display of 
the coveted “spoils of war.” 

And sometimes...
it is met with a soft sigh
as the coolness of evening settles in,
and one can rest in the knowing
that they have survived -
nay, triumphed over - 
yet another day.