. . . . . .Resting. . .
in that place where endless sky meets ocean wave,
where plump blue berry meets thin green leaf,
where illumination gifts fifty shades of joy.
. . . . . Breathing and breathing and never minding
the house begging for repair, the tree wanting a trim.
Never minding the floors awaiting the broom,
the accounts begging for their balance . . .
. . . . . . Only joy …
from the quiet mind and the still hand,
Joy! dancing on sunbeams and resting
on the limb of a moonlighted tree . . .
. . . . . .Joy! Only joy …
. . . . . . . . . . .in Light!
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .more Light
“We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light.” Plato
© 2016, poem and photograph, Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved
Truly beautiful, my friend.
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I used to grow blueberries, and they were fabulous. Just planted one huckleberry about a month ago and am keeping my fingers crossed for good results!
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Alas too many refuse to stare into the light for fear of what they’ll see of themselves.
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Yes! Maybe that’s it. Thanks, Charlie.
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