a new era dawns in a haze of fear and uncertainty the world’s potential veiled by hatred’s profitability I actually wrote this poem on New Year’s Day, when I headed out for an early walk despite it being dull, overcast, and uninspiring for photography….
echoes of years passed in fleeting moments of remembered joy and heartache decoupaged upon skin in earthly keepsakes to carry into eternity’s embrace
discover a hidden place of half remembered tales and adventures * a place that bears echoes from long summer days spent in the sun picking flowers and scrabbling through hedgerows with dirt under fingernails and dungaree knees torn and patched and stained * a…
bathe in autumnal rains until old worries and fears and concerns tumble free in swirls of green and gold and russet tones baring branches to wild skies whilst roots delve deep in search of secret truths Yesterday, I spent some time with an autumn…
the tribe gathers to the sound of beating drums wild energy rising higher as equinox blessings dance upon twilight air currents and restless hearts balance upon the turning wheel standing poised in readiness as they await the approaching darkness and the secrets held within…
curl bare toes in damp grass * open mind * awaken senses to petrichorous breezes * open heart * stride forwards in defiance of rainclouds * open soul
unlimited possibilities held suspended a question unanswered balanced on the threshold between past and future life and death love and hate as potential joy and unresisting passivity await the swinging of a gate
Beyond The Known
Colette O'Neill... Environmentalist, Author, Publisher, Photographer. Creator of Goddess Permaculture.
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