I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Saturday, July 2, 2016
Every moment
Every moment, a new beauty.
Rumi
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the morning sun
bursts into the new day
vibrant rays
racing each other through the trees
shafts of fire
setting ablaze the grass and bringing
the vibrant purples of the lupine
alive
Aspen twirling in the wind
an eagle, wind hovering
in cobalt blue
light glistening on Hurricane creek
diamonds dancing down the canyon
a little buck
nubs only
stands in adolescent splendor
golden brown against the green
an owl hoots
his haunting call
echoing through the hot dusty
afternoon
killdeer dancing
quail scurrying
cats pouncing
horses dozing
coolness coming
darkness falling
coyotes laughing
sun setting
one last gasp
then gone
every moment
a new
beauty
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