When one captures a bit of grace, it is held holy for a moment and given to the world. The world then turns to the Universe as the unique beauty becomes of the All. The Jonquil is as sure a sign of spring as is the Robin, warm days and rain on the ridge. The flower is but fleeting, one day here and one day gone. Rather like a twist of fate and more for each season brings new life, a curious change of light and joy for those who behold the symphony in awe. As ever be well
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Early spring is a rush of action
bird song and critters about on the ridge.
A spark of life within the warming, a light in the
night as was the full moon of March came in my
There I saw things in the glow and dreams.
Scratched a poem or so and made a sketch for a work
in progress. Poetry in motion as it were. A time, here and then,
and then again.
You are the light of the world. The All.
As ever be well.
Stephen Craig Rowe