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Spring photo for Sundaystills photo challenge #awakens
Shadorma Challenge #tankatuesday
The challenge this week is to write a Shadorma, which has a syllable count of 3-5-3-3-7-5. Along with this, the challenge includes random words that must be used in the text.
A smile Sticks onto my lips As the song of new spring Is made up of birds singing The flutter of wings
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And yes I’m saying smile has two syllables. I think it could be argued that it’s one, but I’m saying SMY – UL
National Champions!
Fenway Park
Great day with fam at Fenway
Anna!
Time tied together
I wrote this in my journal a while back. The idea I’m going for is holding on to the valuable lessons and patterns I have learned, and not just using them for today, but making sure I keep focused on them in the future. This creates a deep pattern in my actions, and that makes it easier for me to accomplish my goals.
Beauty of death and decay
Yesterday, I wrote about how a carpet of yellow pine needles helped me understand the idea of the individual within a greater unity.
I kept wanting to write about the decay aspect of the pine needles. After all, they are coating the ground because they have fallen. Though they were once growing, attached to twig branch and bole, now they lay where they fell.
I didn’t write about it because it led me to a different concept. We all are familiar with the circle of life, and we know that death and decay are part of it. But I like examples, they make me think of the deeper parts of a general idea.
Continue readingSubtle Part of the Forest
I’m posting this as part of Open Link Night at DVerse
In his story, My student wrote: “our parents decided to move to a more suttle part of the forest.” Yes, he misspelled the word. And he was misusing it even if he spelled it right. But I'm not taking points off. Because now I want to move To a more subtle part of the forest. A place off the path, But just off the path, A place that everyone passes But not everyone sees. A clearing bounded by pine needles and leaves. Within, giving loamy earth. The air is the mingling scents of green. Sun light rays down Defining trees Giving them their shadows. Forest dust shapes the sun shafts that shooting-star bugs plunge through.
The end of numbers
When the relevance of numbers disappears, that’s oneness.
I thought of this while walking a path bathed in yellow pine needles. With the word “bathed”, I’m trying to express the expanse of the needles. Pressed under my feet, stretching behind me and ahead. Blanketing the woods to either side. Stretching in every direction beyond my view.
I think of the process of counting each one. I try to glimpse meaning beyond the absurdity of the task. Absurd because how long would it take to even count the number in ten square feet, never mind the huge expanse in Great Pond State Forest?
When the relevance of numbers disappears, that’s oneness.
The idea is attempting to express the woven unity of this carpet of needles. A vast, interlinked skein. Yes, made of individual shafts, but the repetition speaks to me a giant tan fabric. Is not fabric made of many connected threads?
Envisioning this helps me better understand the Taoist concept of merging the truth of individuality within the connection of totality. Losing numbers in this small world of pine needles, that are losing their color and returning to the earth, connects me to the immense unity that I am apart from and a part of.
The peak of family and friendship
For this weeks #SundayStills photo challenge, the prompt is #peek-a-boo. It does give the option to use peak, so I went with this picture of our niece and her fiancé at the peak of a local hill. Also, this is a peek into the life of my wife and I, as we develop a growing friendship with this wonderful couple. We’re looking forward to another visit this weekend.
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Mark Bozeman 