Long before the Zen,
there was always a prophet
piercing the deep with his eyes.
Before the time of monks living in caves
crying out to the sky for deliverance
there was a woman’s heart
crying out for answers
holding her child
The humanity within us still longs,
still cries out – sometimes
alone. Still searching the sky
for answers, for a connection
with the divine.
And sometimes we take that photo
write that poem, or paint
the colors ingrained.
It is the essence,
of the human
Longing to understand.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“When we love people, we give them hope.”