Solitude

I may not get to the mountain top today,

or walk in the tall grass

but I can surround myself

with the woods, seeking light,

or walk by the lake,

pause on a rock watching

the ducks gently paddle,

as I close my eyes,

breathing deep.

       

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Note: I like many of you, feel a need to have an inner quiet, a time to reassess and pull back.

I know I always work too hard, post too often. And everytime I say I’m taking a break, it doesn’t happen for long. It’s who I am I guess.

One way I have made time though, is by sharing from my archives. So I’ll do that for awhile, and post less often.

My priorities are to take care of my wife, and my own health.

I’ll also be spending even more time outside (yay!), learning more yoga, exercising, and reading.

I love reading paranormal spy thriller novels, and poetry. My favorite poets right now are Rupi Kaur and Courtney Peppernell.

Thank you for reading!

The Sacred Moves Within Us

Did you know the sacred moves within us?

shifting our vision, moving

our hearts,

as if ancient mountains

restored us, to the people

we really should be.

     

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Wings in the Forest

As sunlight pierced his shadows

he let go of a prayer

and gave it wings,

by forgiving.

    

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The Peace Yet Remaining

A storm rolled through the valley today,

as I listened, to the thunder speaking

I was grateful

for the peace yet remaining

in the mountains. 

    

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You and I on the Ridgetop

On the ridgetop you and I could see why prophets weep over the valley,

and the strength of rivers reaching

into and beyond the dry bones.

Even today the tribes still seek

the safety of stone

a sacred space

to keep all their prayers.

You cried a little

when you finally saw it.

      

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Touching the Sky

On every mountain we walk through the veil,

with just a glimpse really

of all that was made.

And now we recognize our connection,

having seen it,

having touched the sky

we know for certain

there is more.

      

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In These Mountains

On a tough day, or when I need recovering, you can find me,

or I can find myself again

in these mountains.

You see they have a way,

a miraculous way

of removing bitterness

and fatigue.

Note: These mountains are just 5 minutes from my house.

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