Lights shine in night sky,
An owl sings in the distance.
Crickets echo. Day.




Lights shine in night sky,
An owl sings in the distance.
Crickets echo. Day.


Darkness
Worn like a cloak
On a brocade
Of silence
Memories are translucent, and
Fibers of my being
Are hard, at times,
To piece together.
They fit in a splash
Of overlap, one
Scene runs
Into the
Next,
And, I’m often quite
Transfixed,
By the pictures I see,
So much so,
I wonder
If they
Are
Even really me.
Lightness
And, as the shadow
Lifts, light begins
To creep in,
Not all at once, no
Slowly, one measure
At a time.
The light must be
Careful, not to
Scare too
Much
Fright
Into the unsuspected.
Those who are not
Used to its fullness,
Stillness, and yes also
Goodness.
Yet, it does invade,
And pervade the senses,
Bringing with it, a new dawn,
With all of its new drawn-
Out histories, yet to be
Lived, and then, yes, eventually,
Told.
The question, so bold?
Why the darkness and
The lightness? What’s the
Story of this symbiotic
Relationship,
Which manifests in
So many different ways
When at play, during the
Day, and, yes, even when
We are hiding in the shadows
Of its fullest measure.
Our pleasure unrecognized, not
Fully brought to its light.
Symbiosis
In the end, dark and light
Are a pair of opposites,
Just like the rest of
The world.
While we get carried
Away in a whirl-winded
Exploration of why;
Why not try to simply
Accept the reality that is.
Lightness exists,
As does darkness, and,
Paradoxically,
And, oh so commonly,
You can be in the light,
While in the dark, just
As you can be in the dark,
While in the light.
It works that way, all
Throughout our days
Until we are finally carried
away.
Instead of a diary entry this week, I am choosing to share this three-part poem with you. I wrote this a few weeks ago just before traveling to the coast. At that time, it occurred to me to write a poem about three concepts, darkness, lightness, and symbiosis. Yet as I wrote the poem, they felt like three distinct parts of an overall unified whole, so I structured them and am sharing them just as they occurred to me. Fun.
Have a lovely week, everyone.

Vast sand dunes at sea,
Such a juxtaposition
Underneath? The same.
Pondering the truth of life,
Watching for the nexus. Unity.



Leaves fall from the tree,
The sky is cloudy and gray.
Autumn fades. Winter.

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I breathe in the
Salted air, without
Any care.
Those have been left
Behind, in the meantime,
The focus is on what’s
Here and now.
The gravelly trail,
Soft button, open,
And in some places
Quite frail.
The rocky shore
Splashed and assaulted
Continuously by the oceans
Core.
The gulls flying overhead,
Left their bed,
For their home in the
Air instead.
The people coming and
Going, taking in the
Sights, while the
Mist keeps blowing.
The present moment,
Clear and dear, and,
Yes, we are already
here.

This planet with all
It’s mysterious contemplations,
I often look up from the surface,
And wonder out loud about
The motion of the cosmos’
Manipulations,
In relation to
The ever lasting connection
We share
With all we see up
In the air, if I dare, I just might
Compare
It with the stars hidden
From view, connected all the same
Within you and me.
The connection is quite fair,
And quite frankly beyond compare
Connected from within and without.
All the beauty, no doubt,
Running in the rivers, streams,
And creeks, like the life that flows
Through us, and is
Between us.
The space between also holds
A special place for me.
The dance of the
Unforeseen,
And, quite
Magical
Scene
That holds all the things
Together, just like a string,
Without any fanfare,
Or need of complimentary
Love bared.
Though, I’d suggest
Giving thanks
To all that
We see
Between.
Behold,
A magnificent
Place beyond, and among
The stars, both
Are truly amazing,
And are also
Quite
Giving.

Driving along the
Coast, a smile
Parts my face,
And my eyes glisten
With tears, as
The grandeur
Of all of this life’s
Most pleasant
Vistas confronts
My every sense, and
Deep inside, at once,
I feel truly blessed.



Dry and arid landscape,
Cracks in the ground bring water.
Seed to stem. Renew.

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A meadow landscape,
Flower, just like a skyscraper.
Bee alights, then night.
Snap a picture with my mind,
Hold it for the rest of life.

Yellow
The sun
Bright as fire
Filling me with resolve
Warmth