18 Apr 2014 2 Comments
in poetry Tags: alive, Hawaii, light, Maunaloa, mist, mountain, myth, NaPoWriMo, path, photography, reality, stone
Pull Over,
And walk twenty yards
From the highway.
Myth is alive,
Movement rustling in darkness,
Light seeping from clouds,
A slight breeze,
A dancing Lehua blossom
Swaying unseen,
An unbeaten path,
A stone throw
from the known.
We are divorced from what’s real,
Believing in our own superiority,
And have we forgotten our relations?
The stone, the moss, the mist, the mountain,
All waiting for us to return home.
12 Apr 2014 Leave a comment
in poetry Tags: budding, death, dew, journey, life, Maunaloa, morning, NaPoWriMo, path, photography, plants, waking
#11
It’s all about the journey,
Believing in miracles,
Dormant creative forces,
Internalizing vision,
Cell regeneration,
Pulsation,
Pushing to achieve,
Reaching to let go.
Death/life.
Life/death.
#12
This morning
I took a detour,
Wound through dew-laden
Plants and budding shrubs,
To watch the sun rise on the mountain,
And catch one of the many faces of Maunaloa,
Her meditation, her chant, her adoration to life,
Waking in her wake,
Feathers and flower buds
Waiting to open.
hinarising 