What does the spider know of beauty?

When soft morning light spills over

The horizon and illuminates his

Intricate, dew-laden construction,

Is he even able to perceive

The beauty of his creation?

Likewise, when we scurry about

In our “ordinary” human lives,

Are we creating something

Beautiful that we can’t perceive,

But is, perhaps, on full display

To any being of a higher order?

–Photo by me

when it comes to great truths,

it is said that those who know don’t say,

and those who say don’t know;

but those who know don’t say

because they understand that there are

no words to express what they know,

not because they’re trying to

keep safe what they know.

so, should anyone tell you that

they have great truths to share,

you can be sure that they don’t.

–photo by me

yes, i talk to myself

at times when i’m alone,

but never when i’m out

walking in the woods–

sure, i still talk,

but not to myself.

–photo by me

do we choose our paths

or are they predetermined?

depends on our age

–photo by me

i don’t go to a man-made church;

the ever-changing sky is my temple.

it has no doors, no roof, no book.

you’ll find no labels or shame here,

only profound awe and wonder,

and an overwhelming reverence

for the beauty and grandeur

of the living sky.

–photo by me