Lituya and Katmai
Alaska
U.S.A.
2014
He made it to the moon
He promised to wait
SHe did

The Other

Alive, the world embraces me and I am drawn into the mystery of myself.

Every movement reveals aspects I never knew.

A kaleidoscope of colors, sounds and scents forming patterns redolent with meaning, swirling, evaporating, dissolving into oneness before emerging,

Penetrating and poignant, vivid, unique and overarching.

The patterns form, coalesce and converge into clarity.

A brief flash as they slip through my grasp.

I am moved, I cannot resist.

Clarity gives way to confusion and the magnitude of what I do not understand sweeps over me.

I am dissolved, made new, changed yet again.

Silence

Sometimes I seek the silence, sinking into stillness, resting.

But at times the silence seeks me, pulling me into the depths,

Breathing subsides,  darkness demands my presence, compels my surrender.

I drown, drifting in the currents until I am released.

I am here, returned to this simple moment that just is,

Moved and held by wholeness,

Breathless in the beauty, humbled to the core.

Tulips Transcended

Silence waits with expectant hush for darkness to descend,

Transforming trios transcend the embrace of earth and water.

Curiosity and compassion conquer cowardice.

Stillness settles.

Home.

Circe climbs to the top; she stops.

I watch from the door, my feet on the floor

I open the door.

Slowly she climbs down and flows into me,

Briefly.

Mesmerized, she turns and climbs again. I watch and let go,

Now that I know how to be.