Category Archives: nature

The Inner Quietness of Snow (IV) 

a silence falling, filled with light

crisp
sharply fresh

sunlight, dancing its way through the clouds

flowing stillness
quiet singing

the white light of tiny crystals singing together

quiet poetry
moving light

the poetry of sunlight, falling gently down

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the inner quietness of snow illuminates everything

The Inner Quietness of Snow (III) 

music from silence 

the white light of tiny crystals singing together

poetry from sunlight, gently falling


the inner quietness of snow illuminates everything

The Inner Quietness of Snow (II) 

silence, singing

the white light of tiny crystals singing together

quiet poetry
moving light
flowing stillness

the poetry of sunlight gently falling
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the inner quietness of snow illuminates everything

In the Company of Bees (and Again)

A bee at work

Warmed by the sun, surrounded by bees focused on tiny flowers, the artificial, the disconnected, the un-grounded, fades away.

Occasionally, bees sit on my finger as they work. The smell of herbs, the sound of bees, the warm, quiet light, fill my attention. I enter an illuminated world outside the modern flow of time.

The bees and I commune, holding quietness together, inside and outside of time.

 

In the Company of Bees (Again)

A bee at work

Sitting quietly, surrounded by bees focused on tiny flowers, the artificial, the disconnected, the un-grounded fades away.

The sun’s warmth encompasses me.

Occasionally, bees sit on my finger as they work. The smell of the herbs, the sound of the bees, the undisturbed quietness, the light and warmth, combine to fill my attention, to become an illuminated world outside of a modern flow of time.

The bees and I commune, holding quietness together, inside and outside of time.

 

The Inner Quietness of Snow 

a silence falling, filled with light
crisp
sharply fresh
sunlight, dancing its way through the clouds

a flowing stillness
the white light of tiny crystals singing together

quiet poetry
moving light
the poetry of sunlight falling gently down

the inner quietness of snow 
illuminates everything

In the Company of Bees

A bee at work in our herb garden

Sitting quietly, surrounded by bees of many different varieties, all focused on the flowering herbs, I forget the artificial, disconnected, un-grounded world that large swaths of academia and the other industrial institutions of our modern society have evolved into.

The sun and warmth encompass us.

Occasionally, the bees sit on my finger as they work on a blossom. The smell of the herbs, and sound of the bees, quietness undisturbed, joins the light and warmth to fill my attention, to become an illuminated world outside of a modern flow of time.

The bees and I commune, holding the quietness and light and warmth together, inside and outside of time.