Exploring wondrous existence through words and images, honouring the past and present.
nothing’s enough and it’s all too much at the same time
we’re caught up in the matter –
sharp, emotional immediacy
gleaming and filthy, cruel or seemingly sweet
(it’s nonsense, really)
let it settle, turn it over for a time,
then abandon all notion with eyes closed,
or wide open, looking to the sky, the sea;
notice the dark and the light,
sparkling static, glorious blue above and in front,
even pale grey as it obstructs our sun…
the ground can be pink if you see it so,
and her intention becomes frothy,
fading as it comes
Grief has a significant impact. A reflection.