galaxy
“an assemblage of splendid persons or things”*
Sepigram
Biomes
What if we are all Galactic Light
Translated into separate forms and shapes yet whole
Biomes
Like trees reaching out through connected roots
Cosmic plasma each part having myriad diverse purposes
One
…
Fractals
divine interpretations of energetic design as matter
leaves oceans rivers turtle shells bees and people
Fractals
looking out and in and seeing ‘other’
Transcendent Mind getting to know itself through us
Are we Galactic Light Translated into Forms?
Ice storms are in bloom
trees crack under the pressure
still there is beauty
Quay
*
To be mystified
by what we see and do not
is a form of faith
*
Trust is a big choice
(small we in a big Cosmos)
mature, we walk on
*
faltering sometimes
in awe of all we have seen
sometimes we are held
*
Love is that stranger
we recognize in a fog
without full knowing
*
Uncertainty rattles me, lately.
This poem is a short path to a moment of peace.
Time is not wasted
if we hang some bird feeders
and make some suet
*
It’s always inspiring to watch the winter birds diving for seed and taking turns at a bird feeder.
We are all alternately tired or terrified in waves, as the days quiver. The planet needs our love. People and wildlife do, too.
A lot could be toned down and mellowed out with everyday people committing to perma-culture, reducing both visible and invisible pollution in our individual and collective spheres, investing in vertical urban gardens, and reducing and re-using what we have.
None of us have all the answers, but all of us have some.
(a tanka on the prompt wintered)
Two squirrels keep time
maple trees rejoice in rain
sumacs drop their spears
oak leaves retain some color
(ancestors speak in the wind)
…
(a tanka)*
A frog is disturbed
by pots rearranged in haste
*
a small sentient
breathing lightly in a shade
(slow down or drop your trowel)
*
(Photo by Januprasad on Unsplash)
