a day to remember
Deep, heavy snow erased the land and rendered it in black and white. It clings to every branch and twig in marshmallowy fatness. There are no things now, no color, only white blobs. Every branch is burdened, bowed or broken. Some limbs, overloaded, crack and fall and sigh and settle back into snow’s old silence. The path is blocked by disasters of fallen trees and snow-bent boughs stooped the way sorrows weigh you down. Every tree and hillock is disguised. Nothing looks the same. The way has vanished. I have to pick my way around these heaped up baskets of bent and fallen branches covering the trail. I lose my way. I could turn back—my fingers are cold, my feet are wet, I’m hungry for breakfast, and I’m not sure of the way. But I am as changed as the woods. I might stand here till I become a snowy mound, one with this sparking silence. Why wouldn’t I find a way for amazement? Why not endure hurt or hunger for gratitude? Isn’t beauty the way? Even in struggle, isn’t wonder the path?
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
there is wonder
in the shape of things
magnificence in patterns
grace in the traced template
outlining perfection
or a the very least,
mind boggling excellence
there is magic in a great shape
simply exquisite how I love things so much
my imagination immediately begins to conjure up favorite selections:
cotton candy clouds reorganizing in mid air
ferns unfolding into majestic fans for kingly trees
fat snowflakes plopping onto every available surface in my walking world leaving me thrilled and chilled to the bone
leaves dancing to the grounded drum beats
random pieces of nature shaped into hearts
a thick glass 6 oz coke bottle, ice-cold, being pulled from the clanging machine
cupcakes with perfect frosting being deconstructed one finger swipe at a time
the outline of a baby cheek sleeping on the shoulder of the young man in front of you
Rama Desi’s yellow house, complete with chalk sidewalk dragons
the most perfect button I’ve ever seen on a belly…
the fingers of my imagination slowly touching each one
lingering on you…
my mind takes me into other worlds
cinema of beautiful shapes
wealth of living awareness
well beyond limits
riches of the mystic
always ready when I push play
stories to be shared
neighbors
friends
family
lovers
each continued…. continuously…
at their own beautiful pace
💞
Amy Lloyd
life: acoustic & amplified 