Eye of Insight

An Eye,
Window of Insight,
Opening to ourselves, others, beyond.
Within.

This life,
This being,
has awareness, memories, family, friends.
Questions.

It asks of Us . . .

It asks of You . . .

Rhythm Water

Silent, now. A Peace.
Dawn brings dew, night tears on grass.
Even the leaves weep.

From within shone Light,
Bright as lake reflected Sun,
Illuminating Us all.

From the Four Corners,
What You shared, now returns to
Guide those who remain.

This simple motion,
Paddling through rhythm water:
Life, Life, Life, Life, Life.

Light into Night

At the setting of the Sun,

At the end of the Day,

At the setting of a Life,

At the end of the Play,

The darkness that deepens,

Brightens the Stars above,

The saddness that dwells,

Is softened by Love.

For Mike

Smiles and Laughter and Pleasant times

There's Love in the world but it's hard to find

I'm so glad I found You - I'd just like to extend

An Invitation to the Festival of Friends.

Bruce Cockburn, Festival of Friends

Candle,
Light.

Drawn to Fire,

Reflection Focus,
Primal migration

towards

Safety,
Solace,

Silence.

Spirit Ascending

On Monday, November 23, 2009, our friend Mike Elrick died.

Today we will join others in a community of healing, gathering together in mourning, to help family and friends navigate this difficult path. In three days, Mike's funeral will surely draw so many of those who were touched by this gentle soul.

This cloud image was photographed yesterday from the third floor of my high school as classes came to a close for the day. A line of November shadow and rain clouds were tracking from the SW, towards me. The light was phenomenal. More than a few students stopped to admire this light-play. All commented upon the beauty of this ephemeral wonder.

Beauty touches all ages.

As this image composed itself, the cloud, Sun, light and transporting wind slowly altered the combination of Natural forces at play to produce a truly Enlightened Moment.

Surley, a spirit was ascending....

Orion Rising

Orion rises
Into indigo's last hue.
Soon, morning's soft birth.