on a day like this
the great arms
that envelop me
pass through my sight in a flurry of wings
creasing the drifting edges of the clouds
and then beneath my feet
across the fields
the soil
the trees
the soft flow of rivers
almost as if they are looking
to catch and hold
my soul's filament spindle
humming taut and golden
stretched
and resonant
with the unfolding moment
20 comments:
Hi Steven.. beautiful picture of the sky.. seems that at the background is falling a little rain.
matias - it was preparing to snow. the sky has been opening up much more though and so the result is here. a sky that wouldn't look out of place on a spring day. steven
What can I say, as always, beautiful images, in picture and words.
Great arms enveloping me, that's what it feels like to come here.
oh for the days one can see those arms as a flurry of wings - beautifully said!
Spring is stretching out its arms, getting ready to embrace you. Beautiful!!
sometimes your posts affect me like Psilocybin - and your previous post- Steve Roach, took me there- Geez I don't have to do anything illegal anymore- Thanks, (white boy)!
"filament spindle" - I love this.
I'm very partial to a dramatic sky . . . I love that sense of different elements coming together/clashing. It does create a corresponding tingle/hum/vibration!
Your blog-header is splendid.
♥ Heaven.♥
Beautiful, Steven. I see you here as part of the earth itself--your kinetic energy and creative artistry (filament and spindle) are grounded though your wings stretch into the sky. You are so often like this, part of the natural rhythm.
friko those are welcoming arms!! steven
pauline - there were a lot of birds in the air on the day i saw this scene. it was really happy-making. i miss the animals a lot in the winter and so to hear them and see them was a special gift. steven
reya - and you. steven
linda sue - too too good and too funny!!! go with it and you will see. steven
rachel - there it was. a thread. steven
bee thankyou. i love great expansive skies. this one has the spire of an old church at its base. i like that actually. steven
hi jo - on earth as it is . . . . steven
margaret thankyou very much for your generous words. steven
Your poetry has such a transcendent, mystical quality:
"my soul's filament spindle
humming taut and golden
stretched
and resonant
with the unfolding moment"
This is what is meant by living in the NOW.
I find myself looking forward to sipping the nectar of the goodness you bring into the world each day on The Golden Fish. Thank you, steven.
dan - it's neat to see you seeing that because the writing is allowing me to draw closer to a place i've known about for a very long time and it's that very transcendent place that you notice here. i'm not sure why i need to go there or whay it needs me to be there. that's the beauty of the mystical. steven
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