Transcendental Image

I hear the cry of that delicate Voice within
Its tender entreaty to allow just a fleeting Moment
A soft sigh of Desire wanting recognition

Over the mean growling of a worn body’s pains
In spite of insistent stiffness and stumbling lack of grace
A Presence of balletic freedom and gymnastic flight
Takes hold of my Awareness and transports my Being

I am beside that enchanting little Brook
Hearing the busy giggles and snickers issued by gurgling waters
Inhaling all that tells of Promise and Hope
In the delicious freshness of the air

Lounging in tender grasses that know only this Now
Though their seed understands all Yesterdays
Accompanied by the spontaneity of tiny creatures
Flying and flitting about in response to immediate inclination

And, looking upstream, I allow that the still Pond formed there
Will be a receptive and welcoming Hostess
Receiving me with gentlest caresses and caring comforts

So here am I … canopied by swaying, breathing, playful branches
Absent all that would hold me in discomfort or discouragement
Embracing and delighting in Life’s Gift
Of this Transcendental Image

IMAGE: With my grateful appreciation for the Skills, and Spirit, of Jon Sullivan, pdphoto.org

Mystery Escape

I occasionally feel the need to “go away.” This I accomplish by visiting my Mind to distant Places. Thankfully, the Web offers many Photos of many lovely Places that combine my yearning for waterside locales, with my desire to be surrounded by natural serenity and solitude.

I want to share such an “Escape” with You, my Darling Friend.

To make it a bit more entertaining (for me [tee-hee]),
I will not tell you where this Place is.

I will tell You that this Place has been a sovereign Principality since the Late Middle Ages. It saw its independence formally recognized in 1878 then, from 1911, was part of various incarnations of a single State composed of several Republics. The last vestiges of that association ended on 3 June 2006 when it, once again, declared its independence.

Go ahead … guess.

And thank You for sharing a Moment with Me.

Sunday Afternoon

I invite You to join me in a moment of Sunday afternoon tranquility. From the Cottage ... across the highway, to the Lake.

Ahhh ... this is good!

We'll share the dock with the Bird as he dries his wings. [smile]

Just BECAUSE!! [smile]

EepyBird's Sticky Note experiment from Eepybird on Vimeo.

Cozy Lair

Shhhhh! 'Tis best that we but whisper,
in this newly discovered place.
This place of organic fragrances,
that speak of seasons past.
A place that embraces and invites us ...
To huddle in quiet peacefulness.

Secrecy must be maintained …
lest this nest of privacy be spoiled.
So, My Dear, let us burrow into the warmth,
of these secluded surroundings.
And allow all, that is without, to pass us by …
unaware of our Cozy Lair.

IMAGE: Samantha Hill, BBC News

Home

Weariness besets me … Respite becomes my desire.
Where to run … what Sanctuary to claim … becomes my abiding concern.
To the Forest’s whispering Pine needles … filtering the breeze;
Majestic mountain … barrier to all intrusion … bulwark against insult;

Perhaps a meadow … soft pillows of thickly woven grasses;
Or by the stream … to be carried gently away on gurgling eddies;
I consider the Lake … sometime as silk … mysterious and deep
And on the whim of a moment, stirred by storms and ominous.

None will do … none accomplish the comfort and sanctum of the Sea.
Take me there … place me in the rhythm of untiring waves.
Allow rivulets of foaming surf to sweep all vestige of confusion away.
Massage my Soul in the power of Her grasp and pull.

Serenade me with Her thunderous bass undertones,
Flood my senses with Her pulsing froth of reassuring constancy.
‘Tis to the Sea that I must go … where the deluge of overwhelming might
eclipses all of life’s pettiness … and washes all conflict and doubt away.

Here, in the bosom of Creation, I know Peace … I find Quiet.
Here, as nowhere else, all that is Me unwinds, opens, and allows a sigh.
I trust the Sea … somehow … from some unspecified place …
I have a certainty and complete confidence in Her reliability.
She is Home.

IMAGES through the gracious courtesy of (top/Yosemite) Jon Sullivan, PDPhoto.org, (all others [Storm Clouds/Irish Sea]) Ian Britton, FreeFoto.com