in the still of the morning, i dismounted from my bike,
and i headed out on foot, for an early morning hike.
at last! my secret spot, i hadn’t been to for a year,
and i cried out on the wind, “i’m still here! i’m still here!”
–photos by me
If there’s even the slightest chance that humankind is poised on the edge of some Great Awakening, a higher frequency, the Age of Aquarius, then I think it might be in our best interest to try stepping forward, as one, into it. You know, just to be certain that it’s not true.
So, altogether now, let’s take that step: lay down your sword, let go of that anger, racism, bigotry. Stop believing ‘in’ Jesus, and start believing what Jesus said. Follow the Golden Rule, and love one another. See all of humanity as one.
Yes, we should at least try it, don’t you think so? What could it hurt? Are you ready now? Here we go. One, two, three, go!
Now, if we could just get everyone in the world to read this.
–Photo by Aaron
ocean waves crash
upon sandy beaches–
an ancient pulse
that we all know.
our hearts slow
as our bodies try
to beat as one
with mother earth.
–photo by son, aaron
–photos by me
the bird struts his stuff
on big black rubbery feet–
what a silly goose!
photo by me
when it’s time to die,
i hope it happens at home–
here, in the forest
and so deep among the pines,
that nature can take its course
–photo by me
–Photos by me
shall we wish
upon distant stars
to make our
dreams come true
when there’s one in our back yard
that would surely do?
–photo by me
a hidden stream is wrested
from the verdant vegetation
and tumbles noisily down
a set of cool stone steps,
giving voice to the secrets
of its endless, cyclic travels.
secrets of strange lands
and thunderstorms and seas.
secrets–now borne on
the whispering wind.
–photo by aaron
to people, the spring
is a rebirth of life,
but to bass in the lake,
it’s a rebirth of light.
for many long months,
they lie caught in the grip
of the cold and the dark,
and with no fellowship.
what a glorious day,
when the sunlight pours in,
and at last, all the bass
are absolved of their sin.
–photo by me
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