Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

a sound
wind
soft, whispering
the trees

sun
warm & bright
then dim - cool
clouds

nearby, fluttering
a chickadee lands
for a closer look

eye to eye
a holy moment

pond
alive with noise
buzzing, trilling
dragonflies
red-wing blackbird
peepers

i am unnoticed
a holy moment

motion
milk snake
emerges, vanishes
now only grass

a rare glimpse
a holy moment

forest
needles, windfall
Canada mayflowers
wood thrush
ovnenbird
jays
so many holy moments
in this holy place

I've seen,
heard, felt,
holy moments
on hillsides,
mountainsides,
like wind through
creaking pines,
(a sound like a river),
like the cactus wren
on her saguaro perch,
who let me approach her,
like holy ringing silence
out in the big empty.

"a good capture" dadio

the holy land is disapearing undertheir feet, jack neal and the us beatniks, in the now generation™

First I knew about the place came to me when I was sitting under the dinning room table in a house that used to stand in fells point in 1943
best way I know to keeep the feeling is to
k eep my expectcations lower than my gratude for life
iheardthat in a song from the republic of pleasure so it can't bewrong

And the days that I keep my gratitude
Higher than my expectations
Ah! Well, I have really good days

RWH

I know this intimately ....

it comes when we humans don't make a sound
we just marvel at what is around us
it comes when we become one with nature
and I swear there are birds and animals
that are not afraid of the quiet man
the man who sits on a rock to feel the sun on his face
those holy moments of connection to the earth