A lovely Spring Foams onto the horizon Where it shimmers For a brief few weeks Before disappearing As quickly as it came
It leaves in its place An embarrassment almost Of greenery and a palette Full of summer blooms So achingly beautiful that I can hardly bear it
I have wondered often if A person can die of Too much joy ~ simply Overload and expire of Ecstasy at the beauty and The mystery of it all
I give my arm a gentle pinch Only to find that I’m still here Relief and disappointment Mingle but here I am where I Should be and I give myself to The miracle of this Spring day
My spirit speaks
The silent Universal
Language of love
And yearning
While
Trapped as surely
As any goldfish
In its tiny bowl
I recognize the irony
And the joy of
Beholding all the wonders
Hubble has to offer
In glorious living color
Along with the knowing
I will not last the tens
Of scores of years
Required to reach them
(Above image: The new version of Hubble’s deep image. In dark grey you can see the new light that has been found around the galaxies in this field. That light corresponds to the brightness of more than one hundred billion suns.
Credit: A. S. Borlaff et al.
All the days and
Weeks and years
Without you ~
How will I survive ~
So much of the time
It was just you and me ~
And I was your world
And you were mine ~
Mommy’s little fur coat
I sometimes called you ~
You were so warm ~
So sleekly soft and beautiful ~
Smart and sweet and loving ~
To hold you against my heart
Was to soothe any ache ~
To hold any fear at bay ~
One of my greatest joys was
To look into your amazing eyes ~
Green and depthless and
Full of an ancient wisdom ~
Anyone who would see God ~
Has only to gaze into the eyes
Of their beloved beast ~ to see
The purity and the innocence
And at the end you trusted me ~
You looked into my eyes
And you licked my arm and
You forgave me ~
I am a better person for
Having loved you ~ and
I will remember you
Always ~
My beloved, gallant little friend, Max Haislip, departed this life on July 10, 2018. And now he has sent me the beautiful Silver, to comfort me and fill in the empty place in my life. I am smitten. Silver is on the fence but I am hopeful.
One minute I am
Balancing my checkbook ~
The next I am standing
On a childhood porch ~
Smothered in pink
Sweetheart roses ~
Smelling like the
Dawn of all creation ~
I can almost feel ~
The delicate touch of the
Early morning air ~
Cool against my skin ~
It feels as if there’s
Birdsong in my veins ~
My knees and elbows tingle ~
In that one moment
It comes flooding back ~
Those magic moments
From my youth ~
When I was most alive ~
Even then ~
I must have
Realized those times
Were special ~ meant
To be stored away ~
So that they could
Be taken out ~
Unwrapped ~
Remembered ~
Savored ~
I am so grateful
For the kindness and
The foresight ~
Of a Universe which
Gives such lovely gifts
On a Monday morning ~
You are the goddess
Of the hearth
Of my heart
You are the standard
By which I judge
The warmth
Of my welcome
The joy my
Arrival brings
Time and its passage
Are matters of
Little importance
To those such as
You and I
Who have known
Each other in
Countless lifetimes
Before and shall
Know one another
Countless lifetimes
Hence
We are part of the
Group Soul
A glimpse of the
Eternal
And you are a
Part of my soul
Always
Burn bright oh blessed light of day ~
Who chases all the foolish
Fears of night away ~
It dazzles me sometimes
The beauty of all life
That you reveal ~
Especially in springtime ~
The tender green
The freshness of it all ~
The dawning of renewed hope ~
The sheer perfection
Of one single floweret
From a rhododendron blossom ~
Out of all the blossoms
In the Universe ~
Simply rocks my senses ~
And brings me
Close to tears of joy ~
This photo invokes images of such freedom, abandon, passion and joy! It radiates exaltation in the pure state of being. This is one of a series of studies of lightning, and in some of them the tone is one of darkness, relieved but not brightened by, more tentative spears of light. The one that graces this article makes me think of a flower, transparent and intricate, offering its beauty and mystery with the innocence of an angel. And there is one that looks like a fairy, summoning a star. What must it be like to stand in the heart of the flame and embrace the impossible? See what dreams have been sparked, merely gazing into these portraits of light?
It reminds me that many years ago I was discussing electricity with a friend, a very intelligent man whose intellect I respected. He told me then that even the best of scientists have only a limited knowledge of how electricity works. Much is known of its properties and their effects, but as far as a nuts-and-bolts understanding of the way it actually works, they’re pretty much still in the dark, as it were.
Another paradox! Or is it merely a riddle? How can creatures made up of tiny whirling bits of light ever be in the dark? So many tantalizing questions, so many answers there for the searching out. In defense of the computer, at least no one need be bored any more, when whole new worlds beckon from every portal. That’s where I found these lovely photos (http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/01/30/images-of-electricity-pho_n_442631.htmlI), which I am pleased to share with you.
(This article was originally published on 1/30/2010.)
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