These gentle beams
which bathe my skin
touched the cold rock of the moon
moments before they touched me.
I sit in wonder
intimately connected
to the universe.
An exploration of life, nature, creativity & tai chi
These gentle beams
which bathe my skin
touched the cold rock of the moon
moments before they touched me.
I sit in wonder
intimately connected
to the universe.
Evening practice.
Ten mindful breaths
beneath the stars.
Treasure
set free
from the pages of an old notebook.
September, and
the nights are drawing in.
Long summer evenings seem
a distant memory.
In the house,
once the lights go on
the world outside seems
so dark,
so uninviting.
–
But it’s still there,
still waiting.
–
Tonight, I venture out,
stumbling until my eyes
grow accustomed to
shades of darkness.
A glow in the west
from the sun, long set,
faintly illuminating
a pale mackeral sky.
Clouds like ripples in sand,
and behind them
faint twinkling stars
guiding me to the north
and the beauty of the night