Monday, 30 October 2017

Losing Myself

Losing myself in the rolling sky
I find a deeper reasoning why.
For what can be said of lilacs and sorrow
that does not hint of a wondering morrow?

to the earth.


By lessons bound
to be learned
or at least -- presented.

I cannot yet wing past the clouds
to the Sun shining so bright beyond
that even the shadows of its magnificence
is enough to bring me to my knees.

Weeping in gratitude.

For to look so expansively without
is to find at the core within
the ever beginning begin.

mj 5.22.17 poem and photo

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