Monday, March 23, 2015

Potter's Field



at potter’s field  
the warming earth heaves  
- and the trucks roll on  



How Soft Underfoot

Inspired by the example from Robert Frost:

Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.

The leaves are all dead on the ground, 
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow, 
When others are sleeping.

And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question ‘Whither?’

Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things, 
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?


how soft underfoot - 

the leaves of seasons past

in their dreams



Wednesday, March 18, 2015

March Wind

Da Vinci. Woman with Tousled Hair. WikiArt.

March wind - 
following the waves of my hair 

Inspired by Paulo Coelho's "Way of the Bow".  Here is the passage providing our inspiration:

[…] When the archer draws the bow-string, he can see the whole world in his bow. 
When he follows the flight of the arrow, that world grows closer to him, caresses him and gives him a perfect sense of duty fulfilled. 
Each arrow flies differently. You can shoot a thousand arrows and each one will follow a different trajectory: that is the way of the bow. […]