gossamered

dec moon shadows 3s

I hold out
my hands and wait for
the moon to
fill them—I
close my eyes to balance on
the edge of the light

I render
myself, quiet the
quivering,
awaken
the colors beyond darkness–
depths turned inside out

Shadorma for Colleen’s #Tanka Tuesday words, give and shake.  Photos are of last night’s full moon as seen from the sidewalk in front of where I live.

dec moon shadows s

Also linking to OLN at dVerse, hosted by Grace.

 

to cleave

to cleave wht s

Must faith be
blind?  Can we not see
the gaps in
all the things
we believe?  How our desires
paint what we know with

what we wish?
Can we still nourish
hope, can we
still see the
magic if we chip off the
layers of shoulds and

musts, if we
ignore the rules and
open all
the doors and
windows?  Can we acknowledge
that we will never

be certain
of what unspoken
forces guide
both our truths
and the other side of them–
where the shadows lie?

to cleave close up s

Amaya at dVerse asks us to consider the smoke and mirrors that surround us as we try figure out what’s really underneath it all.

cleave comp

Both photos were taken under the exact same conditions with different backgrounds–it changes how the camera acts, and as a result, how the light appears in the image.

Context colors everything we see.

 

Full Moon

full moon photo 1s

The sky is a mist of blue ghosts rising from the sea. The sky is a blanket of sparkling light that appears suddenly as if conjured by the fading horizon.  The sky is a layered curtain of shadow clouds that both disguise and reveal.

I sit without time, listening, watching. My body retreats from itself, my thoughts lose their words.  I am lost, dispersed, nameless.

full moon photo 2s

I become like the wind, seeking its reflection. I become like waves repeating their primal dance.  I become like sand searching for the spaces between.

I float, a grain inside my eye.

I dreamt I was the moon, a sudden seizure of oceans traveling the spirals of shells. I dreamt I was a relic from the sea, worn away into a celebration of return.  I became my ancestors, unburied and uncontained, released into the sanctuary of the cosmic coil.

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Sarah at dVerse has given us the prosery prompt “I dreamt I was the moon”, from Alice Oswald’s “Full Moon”.  I was lucky to be in North Carolina at the beach last week, where the moon was spectacular.  144 words and a few of my photos can’t even begin to capture the magic.

 

 

Beach I Ching 15 #2

30 li comp s

#30 Li  Clarity

“Shed your light into the darkness of other lives—with joy accept the connection with all things and be a part of it.”—dreamhawk.com

To enter
you must meet, then turn
back.  You  must
return and
then leave.  You must find words that
disconnect meaning.

Now burning,
now drowning, the waves
washing pure
energy
down dark deep, spiraling wheels
across the cosmos,

Unbridged nets
capturing sudden
stillness—wings
emerging,
multiplying time with fire–
opening beyond.

30 li close up s

I’ve been meaning to redo this Beach I Ching with a new collage ever since I first posted it, a year and a half ago.  I thought the original collage I did was too busy.  This one better represents the fire over/under fire of the hexagram.

My original Beach I Ching photos were done in 2014, and I have photos from 2016 and 2017 as well.  So it’s time I get back to it on a regular basis.

You can see the rest of the series here.

Also linked to dVerse Open Link Night.

#30 li the clinging fire s

“Shine on and on.”—Yo Ching