You see, most of life is a blur at first. Then comes the obstacles – rocky, challenging, numerous. But as we keep going, they seem to get a little more manageable. They didn’t lessen; they merely become less important. Even the barriers put in place cannot stop us from flowing through.
At the end? At the end we finish off as ashes in the sea, mixed within the rocks that line the shore.
Need a new lighthouse keeper? Here’s a tiny light…
And hey, never too small to do the job! Maybe not the most qualified. But who is to say otherwise? What’s wrong with giving it a try?
We may look back to see what we’ve missed, but we don’t always get the chance to see what we’ve left behind.
“We’re leaving a mark on your platform wherever we go; because that’s exactly what you did to our ocean.”
I imagine that’s what nature would say to us as Man leaves footprints in all forms – sometimes tentative, other times so permanent that damage is caused – across the world.
Deep within the abyss, it seems hard to comprehend, what great heights trees can grow to, and how far down earth can fall…
“We’re not the same, but I’m sure we can still have a meaningful conversation…”
It’s a bird and his leafy friend are having a chat. Hush, guys.
What do you say?
A wisp of grass. A wisp of smoke. A wisp of imagination. A wisp of a smile.
Fleeting, elusive, frail.
Like chasing happiness, merely a will-o’-the-wisp.
Why did we become connected? What determined where we grew roots, how we reached out, and with whom we acquainted ourselves with?
Was this all just part of nature’s plan?
Spotted scarf around the neck, with manicured feet and a polished beak.
A head-turner, definitely.
“But Man, will you please, just leave me alone?
Don’t push me over the edge.”
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I was on a walk when I started following this spotted dove for a short distance. It suddenly occurred to me that I was being an annoyance, pestering the bird. I took a picture and left it alone. As it happened, when I returned to the computer, I saw a timely post at Le Drake Noir, here. Seems like we’ve all been guessing what animals are thinking!
A curtain of shadows camouflages the luminous glow. It gives nothing more than a sheer cloak; unobscured.
Hidden in the dark,
Yet badly wanting to shine.
Life of a secret.
rustic recluse 