happening upon
a sacred sandstone scene
not seen coming
not intended
now illuminated
through blindness of modernity
mother nature's sweat lodge
floating and fleeting
soaring to sourcing
consciously sharp to the present
each sweatdrop, each heartbeat,
each wisdom
there are one, then two
then ten thousand
not passingly noticed
but known intimately
petroglyphs etched into
mind body soul
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 10:25 AM UTC
Saw a obituary in the newspaper
of a long lost friend.
I,t hit me off the page.
Like an arrow through my heart.
Keith Wilson. Windermere. UK 2016.
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 8:26 AM UTC
Grace behind the door
For all
If we persevere aware
Patience is the key
Patience is the key
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 7:59 AM UTC