New York Lotus

With a hint of Photoshop

 

 

Southbound

I have been above the trees 
and through the clouds galore.
I have stepped on Heaven’s welcome mat 
and entered through It’s door.

I have sailed above the rivers
and dived down toward the lakes.
I have left behind in memory
 all my pains and aches.

I have seen you from a distance
 and I’ve seen you right up close.
I have tapped you on your shoulder
 and I’ve heard you be verbose.

A bird’s-eye view of fields and ponds
and even Polar Caps.
I’ve taken in the landscapes
 shown on all your fancy maps.

I have not died nor am I close
 0f this I would not lie.
I have simply learned to use my mind
 to teach me how to fly.

- T.L .Winters

Grottoes

These  cavernous tunnels of Rosh HaNikra in Israel are located on the coast of the Mediterranean Sea in the Western Galilee  near Lebanon.

Afternoon Bridge

Peach light bathes the air,
encouraging the corners of a genuine smile.
Sweet air taps you on the shoulder and 
tousles wisps of hair.

This childlike mood,
that sees every tulip bloom
 and hears the song of each auburn-bellied bird,
it is lovely.

We are made for these moments.
We are made for these moods.
This afternoon, it is made for us.

- Caitlin Wetzel

Chinese Scholars Garden

The conflict between scholarly civic duties and the desire to retreat from the world is called  ”The Scholars Dilemma”.

Moment of Peace – Golan Heights

To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven … A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.

- Ecclesiastes

Autumn Trees

“I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape – the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter.
Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.”

-Andrew Wyeth

Alone On The Dock

The sun dips below  
dusting the horizon 
illuminating the sky

These are the watercolors 
from the pallete 
of the divine

The rain has ceased 
the sun is gone 
the air cooled 

I am left, 
wondering- 
amazed 
thankful for the chance 
to see the evening  sky.

- Jessica M. Martin

(from her poem-Sunset on the Bay)

Roses

Floating Flowers

Do not pity the flower that flies off

Grieve for the western garden

It fallen red already beyond mending

Now, after the morning rain

What’s left?

A pond full of broken duckweed

If the tree parts of spring

two turn to dust

One to the flowing water

Look -

These are not catkins

Bud the drop after drop of parted lover’s tears.

-Shui lung yin