Morning Trip (241)

“The elements and majestic forces in nature, Lightning, Wind, Water, Fire, and Frost, were regarded with awe as spiritual powers, but always secondary and intermediate in character. We believed that the spirit pervades all creation and that every creature possesses a soul in some degree, though not necessarily a soul conscious of itself. The tree, the waterfall, the grizzly bear, each is an embodied Force, and as such an object of reverence.”
–Charles Alexander (Ohiyesa) Eastman

Morning Trip (93)

“If you don’t climb a thousand crags,
how can you learn
all things are empty?

The mountain’s head is white and mine is too.
December dies, the year
runs out its string as all things do.

At the summit: one rude hut, the snow,
this lonely body, and the wind.
I lean on the rail, heart sudden struck
the moon rises from within Great River: there.”
– Yuan Mei

Thoughts on Twinflames

http://soundcloud.com/kinky-5/negrodia

“Twinflames are our most perfect mirrors, because they are us in another body. Our twinflames are the only ones who give us a true and honest reflection of who we are, and where we are in our lives at any given time. When you look at each other, you will feel like you are looking in the mirror because of the magic of your soul being mirrored, you will just FEEL it!

Not only do they reflect everything in us that is good… they also mirror any fears or perceived “weaknesses” that we feel we have… and those are reflected so that both twins can work through them together.

Loving our twinflame sometimes feels as if we are loving “ourself”… because technically, we are. They truly are our other half.

Often confused with the term “soulmate”… twinflames are two halves of one soul. They are the person who completes you.
Twinflames love, respect and honour each other equally… and unconditionally.”

One Shoot Sunday and Instance–Purple Profundity: Poetry by Elisabeth Connelley

Good Morning! It’s One Shoot Sunday again!

The following is quoted to attribute the photographer and the site that supports and encourages The Poetry Challenge of One Shoot Sunday.

Sunday Photography Interview: Adam Romanowicz & Poetry Challenge

[sic]Adam Romanowicz is an avid pursuer of the artistic and the abstract. An engineer in “the real world,” Romanowicz’s passion for composition and the outdoors has led him to an adventurous life of fine art, as well as editorial and commercial stock photography. His website, 3scape is an award-winning institution show-casing his fine art work. His published credits run the gamut, from CD covers and store displays to the Oxford Dictionary for the Middle Ages.

Today, this inspirational photographer has taken time from his busy schedule to share a bit of insight with One Stop Poetry.”

~Chris Galford

Picture Prompt Challenge Time!

Converging--by Adam Romanowicz

INSTANCE
Spontaneous flame did burst
Upon the tree
Soaring on the wind
Tornadic fire to consume

Rush
Crackle
Snap
Unfurl

Drawing Earth
Up heaving world

Eagle cries out into wind
Taking messages
Kindred twin

Raging wind
Thunder’s roar
Lightning’s warning

A silent pause deep in the din
A raindrop trickles down her skin
Melting rage and fire deep
Within a soul

In a moment she remembers
Stretches arms up to the sky
Calling torrents of the welcome rain to kiss away pain

–by elisabeth connelley

One Shoot Sunday and A Child–Purple Profundity: Poetry by Elisabeth Connelley

Good Morning! It’s One Shoot Sunday again! The following is quoted to attribute the photographer and the site that supports and encourages The Poetry Challenge of One Shoot Sunday.

‘Tis good to have choices… Fellow artist and One Shoot Sunday alumnus, James Rainsford understands that and has even suggested an excellent picture prompt challenge. So take your pick. Go on, James offers us five photos.

~Dustus

For more examples of James’ art see:
The Sanctum of Sanity
Poems from James’ new collection

A Child
I sit amongst the trees
the breeze
to take
my soul, I rest in unkempt grasses
cushioned among hills of moss
which grows, where
the sun cannot penetrate
the great ceiling of leaves.
The clover stretches endlessly
to one
lying minute
miniscule
yet a part of such a place.
The leaves quiver,
as boughs are waved
hoping to
catch a
glimpse of tiny angel’s eyes,
they peek shyly ’round the limbs
of one so aged and strong
gnarled trunks
holding
secrets known, before
such rancor
did we
the human race display
upon the dirty streets
and smells
rough chemicals
and poisons we disperse
shall please those of a soul
so fell
the mighty aged trunks
and leaning one by one…
Yet wait,
a tiny twinkle far away,
There,
a child, no more than three
flies dancing with the trees
Just in that moment
when,
the sun’s sharp rays come piercing down
through shadows in the wood
Childish laughter
Pelting,
out man’s noise
His arms outspread
and turning ’round
trees spin above his head
A child will free us all
one day
They shall dispel man’s dread.

–by Elisabeth Connelley

Morning Trip (30)

“Nonviolence means avoiding not only external physical violence but also internal violence of spirit. You not only refuse to shoot a man, but you refuse to hate him.”
–Martin Luther King Jr.

I’ve been mulling over this post for quite a while. It came up in connection to me standing my ground, asking for what I wanted, and moving through–what felt at the time, a brick wall. As I waited for more information to come to me, sorrow, forgiveness, expression, inner flame, and the soul’s core also waved their hands for me to attend them. This post is more fluid, a process, like the gasoline in the video. It has the many properties of fluids, with one extra–combustion. Do we hyper focus on the moments? being in the now, as is the current fad and buzzword? or do we flow along that continuous fluid and base our actions there? How do you feel?