The Loudest Silence…

 

 

 

The morning light wakes revealing beauty with sacred homage.

Awareness stirs.

Clouds float on a wind’s whisper with noiseless grace;

inviting Light to come out to dance and play . . .

Nothing speaks as loud as the silence of creation . . .

 

 

Potential Haiku…

 

 

 

potential is ripe,

on the edge of life’s dawning,

ours for the living…

Life rises…

 

 

 

 

What is this longing pushing its way through the dark soil of my soul?

What is pleading to be birthed from the depths?

Ego – do not repress this blossoming by sowing your seeds of fear;

do not drown it with denial,

nor choke it with the weeds of self-doubt.

 

Freedom’s fruit is only patience, perseverance, and perception away;

 Life rises in the letting go;

in the Trusting…

 

Sun Rise in the Blue Ridge Mountains

 

 

 

 

This photo was taken near New Found Gap between Cherokee, N.C. and Gatlinburg, TN.

Walking Along Borders…

 

 

 

 

We walk along the borders of our living,

not really living;

but trusting perceived securities that barriers cloak as promises…

 

But where are our deep longings calling us?

Why do we find ourselves hanging around the borders of our lives?

What is beyond what we cannot see?

Really living?

Cades Cove Morning Mist and Fence

 

 

 

 

a sigh and a deep breath…

peace…

A New Day’s Haiku

 

 

 

 

the day’s beginning

there is me, there is the One

intimacy primed

What Now?

 

 

 

 

 

 

What now?

now that we’ve come to end of who we think we are?

now that we are exposed –-

souls opened from suffering’s reality and love’s intimacy?

now that we find ourselves, again, on the ground –-

where knowing the earth’s muddy texture has become too common?

What now?

 

We get up again.

Now we begin the journey . . .

now we lean into Love –- letting go of what was . . .

now we fall into what is and what will be . . .

now we allow ourselves to be embraced by Hope

now we relinquish ourselves into Life . . .

Cades Cove

 

 

 

 

 

Cades Cove is located in the Tennessee section of Smoky Mountain National Park. (photos: grist mill and a view from the northwest corner of the cove)