Funny how years fly by
Funny how years fly by, yet minutes take their sweet time!
when the still harvest moon sets behind the line of aspens
we look in reverence-
no one ever tries to change the shape, color, presence that falls from view- yet lasts as long as we breathe hope--
for hearts on fire inspire the wind to slap us happy, and get us up to stand for what is most important-
to remember anyone's presence--those dead, and those still alive
weeds are there to pull gently after it's been rainy and cool--then we can observe the jewels that hang on in the garden
true friends are not impressed with honors, just holy presence performed in the dark, in the light, and the seamless changing of the guard, found at dusk and dawn-
when promises flourish across the ruby fields of chrysanthemums, the golden sunflowers standing for their truth, before bending down in humbleness, kissing their heads to the ground--
seeds scattered for another go-round next summer--when the end of august gives relief from all the oppressive heat- the coolness paired with towering sunflowers
the visits to the local farm stands- the urge to turn the oven on and share a home cooked meal with a neighbor- the darkness setting in earlier to remind us all-- that it is only the "going within" that makes our lives and loves
worth it
because there is no end, there is no beginning--just a continuum of flowers, love, birth, trust-
innocence, presence, prayer, moon light, greening, browning, death, birth, and sunlight
it happens that way for no reason, in every season
sister moon, brother sun,
mother earth, father sky, soul star
we celebrate all things as they are
~words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '18
when the still harvest moon sets behind the line of aspens
we look in reverence-
no one ever tries to change the shape, color, presence that falls from view- yet lasts as long as we breathe hope--
for hearts on fire inspire the wind to slap us happy, and get us up to stand for what is most important-
to remember anyone's presence--those dead, and those still alive
weeds are there to pull gently after it's been rainy and cool--then we can observe the jewels that hang on in the garden
true friends are not impressed with honors, just holy presence performed in the dark, in the light, and the seamless changing of the guard, found at dusk and dawn-
when promises flourish across the ruby fields of chrysanthemums, the golden sunflowers standing for their truth, before bending down in humbleness, kissing their heads to the ground--
seeds scattered for another go-round next summer--when the end of august gives relief from all the oppressive heat- the coolness paired with towering sunflowers
the visits to the local farm stands- the urge to turn the oven on and share a home cooked meal with a neighbor- the darkness setting in earlier to remind us all-- that it is only the "going within" that makes our lives and loves
worth it
because there is no end, there is no beginning--just a continuum of flowers, love, birth, trust-
innocence, presence, prayer, moon light, greening, browning, death, birth, and sunlight
it happens that way for no reason, in every season
sister moon, brother sun,
mother earth, father sky, soul star
we celebrate all things as they are
~words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '18
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