Posts tagged beauty

Hummingbird

The magic returns to the temporal glade

As the longing to live steps out of the shade.

 

In each heart wood, locked deep in the grain,

Beams of infinite love and a simple peace profane.

 

If the strains of heaven now grace the earth,

The light is clear as the silence turns.

 

Somethings unspeakable has happened to my restless soul

In this place on high;

The hillsides and forests that encircle the wasted plains.

 

To slowly drink the air here purifies the condition,

Humanity rejoices in nature’s joyous vision.

 

We regain our senses, beneath rare flowers and trees;

Rejoicing within the harmony of being simple and small.

 

As the flitting humming birds, riotous emeralds in flight,

Sip the nectar of the seasons in oblivious delight.

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When Blood Greets Earth

Up in the early morn on the mountain glen,

From the wild woods, many strange sounds ring.

 

The morning fire lies smouldering by the old rocks

And moss lies heavy and true.

 

Around this grave a wanderer, knelt by the cairn;

A pile of skin and bone, rapt by natures affairs.

 

The heather shakes in time with the silent seas,

The mountains surround are throne and protector.

 

When blood greets earth, may we no longer roam,

The silent storms will cease, as beauty unfolds.

 

No legend greater than this myth that I hold,

A giant alone in a universe of sparks and molten dreams.

 

And the sun arches in glory upon the heavens we build

Up here in the lonesome valley hills.

 

Blessed with such a sloping vantage point, a crag not far

From the buzzards steady gaze,

 

Encamped on dappled autumn plains, where the glacial streams do cleave,

Spirit swirls and evokes, perfumed with brazen gorse.

 

When blood greets the earth, the battle recedes,

We are destiny emblazon over these hallowed peaks.

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His Soul Dream

His soul dreams in shapeless clay;

A dust filled rapture

Ever calls a momentary bliss.

 

The unconscious music resounds

Where hearts are torn in flux

And radiant the sleeping sound

Pressing blind truth earthbound.

 

And man is free in form

To join the wind’s unknowing breath,

A bottomless well of joy

That greets the union drift.

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“Earth laughs in flowers” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

The Amalfi Coast - Above Positano, June '14

The Amalfi Coast – Above Positano, June ’14

I’ve been reading a little Ralph recently and here are some snapshots of wisdom:

 

Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.

 

Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not.

Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.

 

What lies behind you and what lies in front of you, pales in comparison to what lies inside of you.

 

The age of a woman doesn’t mean a thing. The best tunes are played on the oldest fiddles.

 

Peace cannot be achieved through violence, it can only be attained through understanding.

 

The only way to have a friend is to be one.

 

To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.

 

Always do what you are afraid to do.

 

A man is what he thinks about all day long.

 

Once you make a decision, the universe conspires to make it happen.

 

Earth laughs in flowers.

 

A great man is always willing to be little.

 

All mankind loves a lover.

 

Trust men and they will be true to you, treat them greatly and they will show themselves great.

 

Common sense is genius dressed in its work clothes.

 

Ralph Waldo Emerson

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In Animal

In animal;

Claws, warm organs.

 

Hidden in long grass,

Small animals, fast beating hearts.

Cursed in furs,

Survival claims many lives.

 

Automatic the bird of prey,

Over machinery;

Of itself.

Lords to no one, but the crow.

 

Louche felines spread out,

Warm rocks tickle bellies,

Lazy sun shape beckons

A guttural, deadly pounce.

 

Breeze rattles apple blossom,

Lines the earth with petal layers

And fresh meanings rot with it,

Into rich soil and hungry worms.

 

Stars arranged;

Their chaos permeates sanity.

Crystal pin pricks to the unknown

Mirror the garden square,

Waltzing nature, relentless.

 

The warped spades, the buckets,

The seeds shiny coats;

With locks on the sheds

Trimmed privet and festering

Watering can,

Where larvae settle in.

 

Fences strung out,

Linear abstractions over the heath.

Curved like archaic shins,

Warping gentler with age.

Seasoning nicely, leeching vitality

For sun and moon.

 

The acuity of severing edges,

The cracks in the grain;

Gaps that rise

Within life and death;

A blemish, an infection,

A love struck union.

 

Barefaced instinct to prosper

And feed,

The bronze relics of tools we fashioned

To feast well and trim.

 

The final act; the great hunter;

Casting stones and spears

Towards the onrushing beast.

Feral stabs in the darkness

And savage claims.

 

Silent signals of a life now draining,

Low moans,

Eyes narrow and sparkle fades.

 

This human carving,

Open doorways to perception,

Seeking shelter from the storms

That come.

 

Lighting small fires to warm the night,

Blazing blues, clutching at spears;

Still the songs that rise with dawn

Soothe the passing elements.

 

 

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Emily Dickinson – 909

Emily Dickinson

I make His crescent fill or lack –
His nature is at Full
Or Quarter – as I signify –
His Tides – do I control –

He holds superior in the Sky
Or gropes, at my Command
Behind inferior Clouds – or round
A Mist’s slow colonnade –

But since We hold a Mutual Disc –
And front a Mutual Day –
Which is the Despot, neither knows –
Nor Whose – the Tyranny –

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Alone on my wild island

Standing stone on top of Snowdon

Standing stone on top of Snowdon

Alone on my wild island
Edges awakened each dawn,
I stray a quiet path of discovery
And adore my jagged shores.

Alone in this wild love
Open to the seasons of joy,
Pure nature speaks, open wilderness creaks
Enriching such transient soil.

Alone in my wild cycle
Conditioned by unconditional force.
Why this solid seed?
In the oceans of forever thought.

Alone in the clay of my ancestors
Their wheeling rhythm a distant croak.
I strive to live to noble ends
And please the star filled smoke.

Alone in the wildflower thicket
It’s blossoming heals the trail of fear,
Unbidden, I am offered to invisible winds
Dancing patterns in clear dark.

Alone in my wayward spirit
That which guides my inner voice.
Aware of my shadow side
That which radiates delight.

Off the Rrhyd Ddu path, Snowdonia

Off the Rrhyd Ddu path, Snowdonia

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