WOODSMOKE AND POSSIBILITY.....
I breathed deeply of the sweet night air,
and Woodsmoke and Possibility drifted in
on a whimsical breeze.
A memory of a sweet evening surfaced,
floating in without invitation...
I am hand in hand, heart to heart with my Love,
on dreamy, distant shores.
We stop to listen to an eager stream beneath us,
the cool, fresh water rushing, rushing,
destination unknown,
and before we knew it
another chapter of the infinite Book of Life
was upon us....
The Possibilities, even then as the sweet smell of Woodsmoke
filled our sharpened senses, were endless,
but a deep, sad ending had begun
and Destiny tinged still with Possibility
would have her way..
Look at the deep, deep darkness
and inscrutable mystery of the night sky,
the Universe majestic in its awesomeness,
myriad points of ancient light drawing our
ever curious gaze,
and tell me you are not fascinated by Possibility!
This vast ocean of splendour,
eternal banquet for the senses
which connects us to its quantum interface
is an endless stream of exciting, mesmerising Possibility...
I breathe deeply again of the sweetness and bewitching aroma
of Woodsmoke, and feel embraced by the Numinous,
surrounding my whole body and soul.
All at once I am acutely aware of my place
upon our amazing Planet of energy
and of the abundant choices Life may offer...
A chance meeting here, unexpected journey there,
and existence can be transformed in an instant.
Chance, synchronicity, Fate?
My Moonrock hangs languidly,
Mellow, safe and reassuring,
our much needed human constant
in days of confusion and uncertainty,
The Milky Way her spectacular backdrop..
A shooting star explodes way above
and I am in reverential awe of this final burst
of Cosmic energy..
I raise my arms...
Outstretched in gratitude,
and yet again inhale the enticing perfume of Woodsmoke..
entangled with endless and tantalising Possibility...
WE ARE STARDUST.......
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Sometimes when I smell smoke in the distance it takes me back to this poem you wrote and I remember a place and time...while looking at the stars in the sky and laughter.
Very nice piece of artwork here!
Teresa
Be well, Amor
Cryssa :)
Years ago Paul Harvey, in "The Rest Of The Story", said something along this vein that changed the way I looked at myself forever. He told of how a brain surgeon was astounded by the Hubble Telescope, (it had just been adjusted from foggy to crystal clear vision)...anyways, the photos of far away galaxies, according to this dr were remarkably similar to the way brain cells looked under telescope lens. Nucleus being orbited by electrons and protons in vivid color, in clusters of atoms--thousands in a teaspoon was eversomuch like planets circling Suns, and clusters of a thousand-fold Suns swirling in vivid color under Hubble's lens. So I had some of the same thoughts here. It is remarkable and awe-inspiring.
side of fear. Your message Diana....is clear...even if it's a little
scary...go...follow your heart...the smoke that emanates from
the burning wood....which denotes a good omen of an internal
peace...it pokes the passion...of life...instead of rationalising it.
Great actionable verse...capable of being put into action and
having practical value. Thanks for sharing.
The drifting scents of woodsmoke and the sparkle of the Milkyway.
A beautiful poem to embrace your poetic flair.
Lady Mary Ann
Exquisite poetry.
Regis
Blessings,
Christine
Ron
Michael D.
Love ya!
Jane