Kate Lamberg Center for Natural Healing and Creative Arts~

without analysis you shine clear as the sun felt in the center of my chest bodily felt, emotionally rich all people places and things that hold joy, truth, strength a coin dropped in a pond creating  ripples of joy positiveness multiplied love felt in all the pores of this infinitely mysterious body mind compendium the eureka moment on high before boiling- the sacred distilled truth triumphing moonstones glistening the informed moment of bliss sun sets, moon rises i ching perfectly choreographed in yin yang swirls of green forest high tide blue sky water a glimpse of a deer nibbling on an apple close to dusk with redwings singing smelling the resin of trees while doing yoga in the redwoods at dawn a single yellow iris by the green shallow pond becoming herself words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '16

"The grateful heart sits at a continuous feast" Proverbs 15:15 In loving acknowledgment for the spirit within "turtle nation". turtle medicine shows up by the pond mid morning seemingly struggling for a safe spot in the sun wearing his years proudly he remembers the melody that hums in low tones- "hold onto the core of my limitless magnificence" as a tiny baby's breath becomes wind for a turtle lubbering from palatable pond to solid earth-- the exercise, flexing inherent mirth for another hundred years of gratitude--gardenias line the path of rebirth words and turtle photo by kate lamberg (c) '14

one path through trees outdoor cathedral, hands clasped gentle peace on high haiku/photo~kate lamberg (c) 16

letting untruths swim with the truth of nature soul world remembers haiku/photo~kate lamberg (c) '16

magnolia blooms late snow dusts tree with cold whiteness petals fall early haiku/photo~kate lamberg (c) '16

kissing backwards as we did drift out the window--our shoes, intact... alighting on the western wind how we sailed clearly above the city's din--trailing colors left in our wake- without words we flew above the huge aspens, the shallow lake- no mistake then we flew back in reverse-- like an upside down tarot card: no worry, no curse--how the evening light loomed, and did serve several cups of jasmine tea- along with borscht and blinis savored-- just how we painted the town red poem~kate lamberg (c) '16....google imago

sometimes, in summer we would follow the river, studded with tiny harmless fish with small shiny mica paths- watching stones tossing in the sparkling catskill sunlight only to fall where her crispness underfoot, makes fragrances like sandlewood and patchouli while winter brings mica stones sitting cold below the layers of heavy snow to dream of that celebrated spring when river does all the gushing and then to follow with the height of summer where she becomes an endless dancer a forever lover swishing at the peak of her power to shine-- making music become divine-- and silence, a stumbled upon miracle words/photo~kate lamberg (c) '16