No need to honor my motherly love. Indeed, the honor is mine.
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Haiku Six ~ Heaven
Don't wait to ascend to Heaven on High. Here, now, live heaven on Earth.
If Only
If I only had wings, I tell myself longingly, I could explore so many new places, savor so many new sights, immerse myself in so many new adventures. Yes, I muse, sighing as I sink further into the soft cushions of the well-worn couch, propping my perfectly functional feet onto the matching well-worn ottoman. If I only had wings...
Weekly Photo Challenge: Motion
Mother Earth
She came into Being whole and flawless, yet we tried to perfect Perfection as if we somehow knew better than God. Sadly, we were mistaken.
First Light
Robins chirping
in the trees
me yawning
in my slippers
worms burrowing
deeper into the
dew-softened soil
lest they fall prey
to the early bird
Weekly Photo Challenge: Early Bird
Rain Falls
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
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
trees stand sentinel safekeeping the barracks of soldiers long since gone
Focus on Blur
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
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
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