I just made it in time for Norm’s Thursday Doors prompt! I hope you’ll pop over and see the doors we found on our Savannah trip while living in Georgia. There is likely a post about it in this space as well, if you are of a mind to go exploring here on Dreaming Reality.
If not, pop over to check out the cool doors we found at the train museum. See you over there!
Seeing the bee this way made me consider the current mood of the world right now. Check out my thoughtsHere
I hope you will visit my new space at Dreaming Existence for my latest post, a bit of poetry and photos. I hope you are all having a beautiful week.
Love and Light,
To disappear within the velvet
shadows, exploring perfection’s
breathe in the scent of desire,
sweet and heady, comes the fire-
tears of ecstasy and sorrow
for the glare of tomorrow
creeps over the horizon
steal away the sultry, steamy
hallows where longing lingers,
draw back the curtain
the awful sin
No one watches, nor hears
as satisfaction disappears
waiting in vain for judgement.
No one cares.
To disappear again….
Cheryl KP copyright words and image 2019
a state of rest, sleep or tranquility..
a state of resting after exertion or strain..
a place of rest…
lack of activity…
cessation or absence of activity, movement, or animation..
to lie at rest, to lie dead, to remain still or concealed…
to take a rest, to rest for support…
What place is this, such promise be
where soul finds peace, tranquility?
Thus waits the cool and shadowy balm
that fills the troubled heart with calm.
Where time stands still, they lay their fears
and soft, the light will dry their tears.
Sweet rest, for hope doth thus suppose
salvation found in sweet repose.
Copyright words and image 2019
If you think that nature is accidental, without order or purpose, or that what we do has no impact on its metabolism, then you aren’t looking closely…
We are all leaders and followers, explorers and sages, lost and found, stumbling around in a daze, the days float by like wispy clouds across the landscape of evolution, revolution simmers within the soul of forgotten dreams, what seems to be is not and up is down, the quaking ground disintegrates while we dance upon its face and disgrace the toils of our ancestors, blaming them for not foreseeing our arrogance and gluttony, the litany of progress and technology drowning out the cacophony of the Earth’s despairing cry-“Hear me!”
Every living thing, every cell within existence, is part of the never ending chain. What seems minuscule to us is in turn herculean to another, right down to a single celled organism. You can’t idolize Science when it heals you, gives you technology and progress, then deny it when it tells you something that is frightening, undeniable and imminent.
Look closely. It isn’t just about you or me. There are others who stand to lose and be lost, generations denied their own opportunities if we don’t accept responsibility and work for change.
Please…don’t break the chain.
Look closely at this image. At first glance the tiny photo-bomber seems like an ant. It isn’t. It is just a tinier version, looking up to our tiny friend who looks up to another who looks up to another, who looks up…
There is peace in the shadows.
There is reprieve from heat and rest from toiling.
There is silence, cool and large.
There is silence beating in time with Nature’s heart.
Sweet whispers pass like lovers’ vows,
Pink kisses drawn from soft round cheeks-
stealing golden moments.
into the shadows…
Copyright words and images 2019