Merry Christmas…
Above photo is my own…I’m cleaning up the photo story on my blog since I started behaving like this is a Tumblr free-for-all when, well, it ain’t! The comments about the glorious photo in this post are NOT in reference to the above image.
Original image inspired comments can be found here: http://exvin.tumblr.com/
nothing compares.
no purchase, no gifting,
nothing permeates, sates so fully
as these daily
hourly
moments eternal filling soul with color,
with every reason to breathe,
to be given in love,
to receive every ounce this life bestows.
to the seer goes the spoils,
to the one who tastes a richness nothing can destroy…
This was originally posted with this image: http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwgk2pFJFX1r4t9h1o1_500.jpg
then it struck me that before I had a tumblr acccount i had never considered using an image even with the source credited without permission. we quote people all over the place without getting in touch with them and… yeah. this one i’m going to be more careful with! but wah! i love the pic!!!
Original inspiration found here: http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lwh5ufBjv11qm580bo1_500.jpg
see 1/7/12 post about tumblr for explanation of change. 🙂
seed, spec, bindu spent ‘neath the grime, the grit, oh god, we know it as dirt,
and this groping eruption broke me out of death, spread tendrils deep…
reaching for some dark, and light, oh where, i felt such piercing heat
take me there…
somewhere not where spec began but yes and beyond.
the explosion here morphing red rich rowdy
ain’ nuthin’ compared to the quiet rumble down
in the earth quake making these big booming soul blooms
right. on. time. see…
the cactus blooms when the cactus blooms…
Stunning, moving silence hums a shock,
symphony of change…
Where did all the noise go, the perpetual questioning roil?
All these caverns deep, filling spill an overflow and down,
wrecking past the no, and
the no and
the no,
cascading over rough edges smoothing…
pooling, massing my oasis.
Waiting, swelling, singing.
For what?
Truly, I do not know.
But this feast is fathomless.
This post was originally published with the following amazing image: http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lv4wejLcbn1qgph62o1_500.jpg
But see my post titled “Tumblr?” of 1/7/12 for an explanation. All comments about the amazing photo before that date are not due to the amazing tallulah image here.
succulence soaking,
oozing opulent sunlight,
splendid songs quiet…
So so many layers, cycles, seasons and reasons to feel completely totally overwhelmed while the leaves flame their songs, filling me all the way up as I spill the last bit of resistance to this, to all that is this life. A life that might break me open more, might ask for more vulnerability. It might hurt more, maybe explode the canyons down into deeper channeling of a love this mind cannot articulate as my whole being embraces, given to a beingness lost to my comprehension as soon as I grasp it. But, never gone.
All these trees stand naked now and I can only love that they so shamelessly unfold their stories without apology. No regret that they didn’t fill a richer landscape or bigger plot of land. They hum with the energy of the creative’s best stuff going to ground, hiding under earth’s cover, brewing songs for spring in the silence of this cold, gusty time.
Thanksgiving is life, life while the blues wash a tide over meditative minds and then ebb their way along as the trust and truth muscles flex, putting one foot then the other beyond the drag of uncertainties, and hopes long lingering. Poignant awareness of the preciousness of it all visits me now in ways almost unbearable but I hold to the wealth of my world with all I have. And it is beautiful. Happy Life, y’all…
J. Ruth Kelly 